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  I gave him a curious, expectant sort of expression, but he just smirked at me.

  “I said, up.”

  I didn’t understand. Did he want me to stand on the mattress? That seemed weird. But then he was pointing to his mouth and I understood what he meant.

  “I… I can’t,” I breathed, a bit shocked.

  “Yes, you can.” His hands found each of my ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly and making me yelp.

  “But you won’t be able to breath.”

  “I’ll worry about breathing. You just hold onto the top of the headboard.”

  Before I could object further, he yanked me up his form until my womanhood was right over his mouth. His stubble was going to be hell on my already somewhat chafed thighs, but that hardly seemed to matter as he pulled me down on his waiting tongue.

  “Oh!” I cried in surprise, rocking against him.

  “Just like that,” he growled when I lifted ever so slightly to readjust. I was still so sensitive and wet from our last orgasm that it was almost too much. “Let yourself enjoy it. I’m going to give you all the rewards you deserve.”

  He thought I deserved this? Holy hell, he had a mighty opinion of me.

  But then he pulled me right back to his mouth and proceeded to eat me out like he hadn’t already brought me to orgasm from doing just that.

  His arms, so strong, so powerful, wrapped around my thighs and held me to him so all I could do was rock against his face. It felt so barbaric, so reckless, and it was perfect in every way. I loved it. I loved what he drew out of me. I loved how he pressed me and made me feel things I never thought I could.

  I loved him.

  That thought shocked me and the next thing I knew, I was reaching my peak again, crying out and tensing and my legs locking around his head. I expected him to stop, to give me some sort of reprieve, but he kept working me right on through it, his pressure never letting up even as I became oversensitive.

  “Mickey,” I whined, bucking down into his mouth. “It’s too much! It’s too-”

  Suddenly he was flipping me over to that my back was to the mattress and his mouth was against my neck. I sighed happily at the reprieve, but then his was kissing me senseless.

  “You can handle it. Just trust me.”

  I nodded, looking into his eyes and seeing only kindness there. It filled me with a warmth that I couldn’t describe and once more I sank into that perfect, happy place. But then, just when I thought I was feeling about as great as was possibly human, one of his fingers slid gently into me and curled slightly.

  I gasped, my hips lifting of their own accord, and Mickey took that as his cue to vigorously thrust the digit inside of me. I could still feel myself fluttering from the last orgasm, and for a moment I thought it would be too much, too soon. But then I crested that barrier and there was only pleasure left.

  Mind numbingly amazing pleasure.

  “Oh my God, Mickey!” My breath was coming in fast, my chest rapidly rising and falling as he drew everything out of me that he said he would. I should have known from the start that he had been completely serious about making me orgasm three times before even entering me; Mickey always was a man of his word.

  “Yes,” he practically purred. “Just like that.”

  Just like that indeed! He was slow, almost infuriatingly so, but I was too high on his ministrations to object. Not too much later one fingers became two, both of them crooking, and I felt my climax rapidly approaching me.

  “Mickey, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

  “I know,” he said, voice just as electrifying as ever. “I can feel it.”

  I couldn’t put my finger on what about that set me off, but it was so goddamn sexy that I was swallowed up by a surprisingly strong orgasm. Even when I was by myself, using my vibrator to satisfy that itch, a third orgasm was never very Earth shattering, my body tired and worn by that point. But not with Mickey. No, the third one was just as good as the last and my back bowed until the only things touching the mattress was my ass and my shoulders. My breath left me, my vision practically left me, and every cell of my body was suspended in pure, undiluted bliss.

  I came back to Earth as Mickey aligned himself with my entrance. I could tell that he was trying to take it slow to be thoughtful to me, still caught up in the aftershocks as I was, but I wasn’t having any of it. Wrapping my legs around him, I surged my hips upwards so he was sheathed inside me all at once. There was no resistance to it, my passageway slick and relaxed from everything he had done so far.

  Oomph! Even though he slid in easy, he was still so big that I felt almost uncomfortably full of him. He let out a hiss, holding still while my walls stretched to accommodate him. It took some time, almost as if I was at max capacity with his girth. But it was an addicting kind of pain, and soon I was lifting my hips in an insistent rhythm, trying to goad him to thrust into me with those muscled thighs of his. To wreck me. To leave me sated and sore for days.

  He didn’t leave me waiting long, and after a second to catch his breath, he started to move against me. His first thrust drove the air from my lungs, leaving me panting desperately as he withdrew. The second filled me with such a tension in my middle that I thought I might break in two. The third, oh goodness, the third had pleasure rolling through every single cell in my body until all I could do was repeat his name over and over again.

  And the whole while, I could tell that he was looking at me with such affection, such protectiveness, that it made me feel that much more beautiful and desirable. It made my boundaries come down ever so slightly and I allowed myself to just be as he pounded into me without restraint.

  “I’m… not going to last much longer,” he breathed, pausing for just a split second to wipe the sweat from his brow. “I’ve wanted this for so long. You feel so good, so tight.”

  I had no idea how I could possibly be tight considering how thoroughly he had prepped me, but I believed him. And his words made my heart flutter, pleased that he was pleased. Happy that I could make him happy.

  “I want to make you feel good too,” I rasped, unable to put everything I meant into words. Yes, I wanted to give him an orgasm as good as he gave me, but I wanted more than that. I wanted him to know that I really was going to try. I was going to make time for him in my life, let him into all my soft and squishy emotional bits that I didn’t allow anyone to see. “Please?”

  I felt him throb within me at that revelation, and his fingers were once again on the move. Diving between us, they found that sensitive bud and gently skimmed his fingers over it before working it in a tight circle.

  That was apparently just what I needed, because my orgasm crashed over my head and everything white out. Good old number four. It was far too many, far too heady, and I could feel my body telling me that it was the last it was going to do until it got a break. But the warning was still delicious. Heaven filled me, making my toes curl, my back arch, and my mind took a total vacation.

  I had never known bliss so wonderful, and I let it swallow me whole without any fight. When I did finally slowly float back down to earth, I was covered in sweat and panting like I had just run a marathon.

  “That… was amazing.” Mickey breathed, collapsing next to me.

  “It was, wasn’t it?” I managed to get out between my greedy gulps of air.

  His arms wrapped around me and he pulled me to my side, where I snuggled like I belonged. Which I felt I did. Nuzzling into his chest, I let myself drift off.

  19

  Amber

  Life had certainly become so much more interesting since I started officially dating Mickey. I still messed up plenty, and had difficulty being open with him, but most of it was just…so… nice.

  Two months had passed, not really that much time, and yet so much had happened. First thing, we threw out the annulment papers. Maybe it was impulsive, but I didn’t mind doing it as a sign of trust. In fact, it was actually my idea and Micky asked me to think about it for a good week before doing so.


  I had yet to regret it, and to be completely honest, the weight of the ring on my finger became a sort of balm for me, something to fiddle with and ground me when life got too stressful or I was starting to feel overwhelmed.

  Or if Mickey was in a particularly vicious fight.

  That part certainly hadn’t gotten any easier. Watching him take a hit made my gut clench up and my stomach sour, but I knew it was part of his job. I endured it, and afterwards I was always there to make sure his every want and need was taken care of.

  There was a give and a take in our relationship. I could tell that he liked protecting me, providing for me, so I let him take me out to fancy dinners and give me as many presents or orgasms when he wanted. I let myself be weak, needy, and in return he let me fuss over him whenever he took too much of a beating. We were finding the perfect balance still, but it was nice.

  So nice.

  Except for the past two weeks, when I slowly began to need him more and more. It had started with a twenty-four-hour bug that had me puking and sleeping for all of that Saturday -which of course had the giant man spoiling and cuddling me while making sure I stayed as hydrated and comfortable as I could considering the situation.

  Mickey wanted me to go to the doctor, after all, since we were technically married, I had been added to his insurance and it really was too great not to use, but I told him I would be fine. And twenty-four hours later, I was fine.

  But then a few days later I had been so bone-achingly fatigued after I got home from a half-day of planning that I passed out and missed our date. It took Mickey showing up at my place and gently shaking me awake for me to even know I had slipped under, slumped at my vanity with my face half done up in makeup. He was worried, not mad that I had stood him up, and he gently washed my face before putting me to bed.

  I tried to shove all of that to the back of my mind, but I could feel that I was getting weaker and weaker as the days passed. But it wasn’t until a wave of nausea hit me in the middle of sparring and I had to race to the bathroom to puke that a realization hit me.

  It’d been a while since I had my period, hadn’t it?

  No.

  No, no, no, no.

  I was careful! I was responsible! I had my pills and I took them religiously. I hadn’t missed a single dose since…

  Since the wedding.

  But it was just one pill! There was no way I was pregnant from missing a single, solitary pill!

  Hands shaking, I made my way back to my purse once it felt like I wasn’t about to die, and I pulled out the new insurance card that had come in the mail. I had to go through several prompts and was transferred once, but eventually I ended up talking to the medical receptionist for my new primary care physician.

  “Unfortunately, he doesn’t have an opening for several weeks,” the woman said, sounding genuinely dismayed.

  “Are you sure? It’s an emergency.”

  “What kind of emergency, ma’am?”

  “I… I think I could be pregnant, but I’m on birth control. And if I am pregnant, I’ve been taking my birth control this entire time.”

  “Oh, goodness. You know what? Let me talk to the doctor and see if maybe we can squeeze in an appointment this afternoon. This isn’t something you want to wait on.”

  “You’re telling me,” I breathed.

  “Alright, I’m going to put you on hold now, if you don’t mind. I’ll be right back.”

  “Yeah, yeah of course. Whatever you need to do. Thank you for helping me.”

  “Hey, we’re here for you. Give me about five minutes.” The line clicked over to gentle, assuring music, and I only felt like I was having a mild panic attack as I waited. All sort of thoughts went through my head, building on top of each other, until finally she returned.

  “Hi, ma’am, are you still there?”

  “Yeah, I am.”

  “Perfect. How soon can you get here?”

  I swallowed hard. “Uh, with traffic, maybe an hour?” It was nearing the afternoon rush so I knew that it certainly wouldn’t be quick.

  “That’s perfect. Please do that and we’ll be right here, waiting for you.”

  “Really? Just like that?”

  “Yes dear, just like that. Your husband is one of our doctor’s favorite patients and has been with us for years. The least we can do is make sure his loved ones are well provided for.”

  “Well thanks. I’ll be there soon.”

  Huh, it seemed even when he wasn’t directly doing it, Mickey was still watching out for me like no one else had since Aunt Trisha -who was actually coming down to visit in a week or so. After Mickey and I had started dating, he and I had both reached out to her to check in, and the next thing I knew, he paid for her plane ticket to come visit.

  Dear Lord, she would kill me if I ended up being pregnant.

  But I couldn’t be. I just couldn’t. Pregnant women didn’t get to spar or do stunts. And while my company didn’t entirely need me to do those things when I could work on choreo and administrative stuff, I needed to do those things. They were a part of my life that I loved.

  I rushed out to my car and plugged in the address to my GPS, rushing there as best as I could considering the insane traffic. My leg bounced the entire time, my stomach twisting right up until I pulled into the parking lot.

  To their credit, the receptionist was just as lovely in person and they got me into a room and peeing into a cup in no time.

  I was good when I had something to do, but the time where I had to wait for the doctor to come in with my results was excruciating. My adrenaline pumped, my mind raced, and my goddamn leg would not stop moving.

  Finally, the doctor came in. She was tall and slender, with a sort of severe look on her face. For some reason I had expected a man, and I flushed at that assumption.

  “Mrs. Dirussi?”

  Oh right, that was my name now. “Uh-huh.” The look on her face said it all and I let out a shuddering breath. “Oh God, I’m pregnant.”

  A warm, sympathetic look crossed the woman’s sharp features. “Yes, you are my dear.”

  “How did this happen?” I groaned into my hands, stomach dropping so far out of my body it was practically in China.

  “I think you’re knowledgeable enough that I don’t have to explain the mechanics of it to you.”

  Was that a joke? It sounded like it, but I was too distraught to say for sure.

  “I’m on the pill! I missed a single one. The day we first hooked up because I got drunk in the afternoon at a wedding. That’s it. Just one.”

  “Hmm, normally that wouldn’t be enough to allow for conception.” She looked down at my file before a knowing look crossed her face. “It says here you’re on progestin only pills. Is there a reason for that?”

  “What, you mean my POPs?” I asked. “Uh yeah, I sometimes get migraines with auras. Apparently, that means no estrogen-based birth control for me.”

  “Yes, it puts you at five times more likely to have a stroke. It’s quite the contraindication.” She took a measured breath and I could tell what she was about to say was going to piss me off. “Unfortunately, POPs are not as reliable as most estrogen-based birth control, so missing a single dose, or even taking one a couple of hours late can set off your entire month.”

  “Wow,” I groaned, feeling shame coat me. “All it took was one little mistake.”

  “Actually no.”

  “No?” I echoed.

  “Judging by your onset of symptoms and the amount of HcG in your urine sample, I would say you’re only a month or so into conception.”

  “But you just said…”

  “I know what I said. By missing your one dose, you did put yourself at risk. However, POPs only have a ninety percent effectiveness rate. So, it seems, my dear, that the odds were not in your favor.”

  I let out an incredulous huff of air. “So, you’re saying that I’m pregnant even though I did everything right?”

  “I’m afraid so, my dear. But we
are perfectly within the window to talk about alternative options for terminating your pregnancy.”

  “I, uh, I don’t think I’m ready to think about that yet,” I admitted, head spinning. It was like my entire world was turning upside down and I had no idea what to do about that. “I need to talk to Mickey.”

  “Of course. You have plenty of time. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

  “Uh no, that’s been the biggest thing.”

  “Alright. The one thing I do need you to do, until you make a decision one way or another, is to stop taking your birth control immediately.”

  My heart skipped several beats in my chest at that. “I… I didn’t hurt the baby already, did I?”

  “Technically it’s an embryo right now. Then it will become a fetus. Then a baby. And no, we caught this early enough that everything should be fine. I do want to remind you, however, that half of all pregnancies end in miscarriages, most being within the first trimester. If something does happen, I don’t want you blaming yourself.”

  “I…I didn’t know that.”

  “Yes, women’s reproductive health isn’t gone over nearly as much as I would prefer. Most women don’t even know they’re pregnant when they do lose an embryo. They just mistake it for a particularly heavy period.”

  “Huh.” I didn’t know what to say to that. Everything was changing all around me and I was just sitting there like a bump on a log, completely in shock.

  “But I didn’t say that to worry you. I said it to assure you. Whatever you decide you want to happen; we’ll be here when you’re ready.”

  “Uh, thanks. I appreciate that. I’ll see you later then.”

  “Of course. Let me walk you to the door.”

  She did, making sure I got into my car safely, and I pulled out. I was definitely on autopilot as I made my way back home, my mind spinning.

  Was I ready for a child? I’d never even thought about having one. Children were so needy and involved and complicated little things. My childhood hadn’t exactly been the stuff of roses, and I would rather throw myself off a cliff than have my kid experience even half of the things that I had.