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I run my hands down the tops of her thighs. “Fuck me good, Em, right in front of them.”

She bows her back on another soft whimper and grabs my thighs, so I go up the front of her shirt, under the loose bra, squeezing her full tits for her. “The-they can’t,” she stutters as I sink my teeth in her shoulder, “really see us, right, babe?”

They can’t see us; no one gets to look at my Emmett with her head thrown back, licking her lips as she comes. But the fear, mixed with temptation, of an audience is turning my girl on something fierce, taking her wantonness to a whole new level. And knowing she wants me so bad that spectators be damned, she has to have me inside her right now makes me want to howl and beat my chest with every punishing thrust into her hot, weeping for me pussy.

“Don’t. Give. A. Fuck. Show ‘em how I like it. You do know how I like it, don’t you, baby?” I lick the shell of her ear and suck on the lobe, causing her to clench her inner muscles around me.

“Mhm…” She grabs one of my hands and drags it down her damp skin to her pussy. “Play with me, Sawyer, make me come.”

I tease her, spreading my fingers into an inverted V and running them up and down the outside of her pussy lips as my dick punches through, getting work done in the middle. “Kiss me, now,” I growl, flicking her clit once.

She grabs around my neck and smashes our mouths together, sucking my tongue into her own crazed mouth, so I reward her with my rough thumb, the exact thing she craves, crushing down on her clit. She whines for me, loud breaths coming from her nose as she rolls her hips back and down, faster than before.

I feel her coming, every muscle in her already snug core grabbing onto me, screaming in a pulsing mantra that I come with her. After she’s finished that one, I break from her mouth and push on her lower back. “Lean forward, baby.” I run my hand all the way up her spine, applying pressure ‘til she’s bent, ass up, over the ledge for me. I cover her hands, desperately clinging to the table with my own. “Brace yourself.”

Pulling almost all the way out and watching my shiny, slathered dick come back out, I warn her one last time. “Push back, babe,” I groan before pounding all the way back into her like there’s not a floor of people dancing right under us, that we’re the only two people here or anywhere. Her sweet pussy…I can’t get enough, never enough. “Fucking,” thrust, “take,” pound, “me.” I pull her ass up higher, at the perfect angle, driving down and in to hit the spot I know makes her soar the highest.

“A-again!” she cries, her own hand working her clit so I let go of one of her hips and join her. A flash of pink, then blue, shines in my eyes; she must have hit the button to the strobe light with one of those hands she’s slamming against the tabletop as she commands me. “Don’t care, don’t stop.” She pushes back, countering my movements, our bodies banging together as the array of electric lights flash over and around us now. “Sawyer, ah, babe!” she cries.

“One more, baby, then I gotta fucking fill you.” I manipulate our entwined fingers now, feverishly flicking and taunting her clit. I feel her tighten, then relax, as she lubes me up like only she can, and I empty myself inside her, thrusting slowly long after I’m drained. I lift the back of her shirt and lick up her spine to taste her sweet sweat. “Love you, Em.”

“Love you too,” she pants, letting her head fall forward.

EPIC. FUCKING. SEX.

CHAPTER 21

Doctor Crashers

***Emmett***

“Nice to see you, Emmett, how are you feeling?”

Dr. Greer is wonderful. She has a monotone, soothing voice and a neutral face no matter what you say or ask. Some women might find her sterile or cold, but for me? For me she’s the perfect doctor.

“A lot better, actually. I’m not as tired and sluggish all the time and my appetite’s back. It was like one day I woke up and was finally over the flu.”

“Yes, this middle trimester is usually the part women choose to remember, thus multiple births. You’re no longer sick, and not yet large, so enjoy these next few months.”

I nod, instinctively looking over my shoulder; for the hundredth time in the last hour.

“Are we waiting on Mr. Beckett?”

“Oh, no,” I falter, caught. “He had an exam, so he said he’d try, but,” I suck in a deep breath, showing these damn hormone-driven emotions who’s boss, “it’s fine, we don’t have to wait.”

“Okay, well unless you have any concerns, a vaginal exam isn’t necessary today. Your vitals are excellent, urinalysis normal.” She talks with her head down, looking at my chart. “Oh. Oh my.”

“What is it?”

“It says here that Mr. Beckett called in with some—” She titters, covering her mouth. “Sorry, excuse me, with some questions. Shall we go over them?”

When she finally raises her head, making eye contact, the humored twinkle where I’m used to stoic professionalism tells me I do not want to hear this.

I cover my face with both hands and brace myself for the oncoming conversation. “All right, let’s do it,” I mumble through my fingers.

“Emmett!”

“What in the world?” Dr. Greer moves quickly to stand and open the door, sticking her head out in the hall. “Mr. Beckett? She’s in here.”

An out of breath Sawyer comes barreling through the door, apologizing as he practically mows over the poor doctor. “Hey, Shorty, what’d I miss?” He comes to my side and kisses me, like everything that just transpired is completely normal and no one noticed he’s a lunatic.

“H-hi? What, why?” I’m flabbergasted, shaking my head and starting over. “Why didn’t you ask the receptionist to show you back instead of yelling your way down the hall?”

“Excellent question, Emmett,” Dr. Greer says from behind him, her toe tapping on the floor a loud, punishing sound in the tiny room.

“She was on the phone and all holding up her one minute finger at me. And shit, babe, I didn’t want to miss anything more than I had to. I’m sorry,” he turns his head to address Dr. Greer, “but your desk chick wants me, so she was stalling, trying to keep me from my woman.”

“My desk chick wants you.” She crosses her arms over her chest, repeating him, not asking him. Of course he answers her anyway.

“Yup, she undressed me with her eyes like five times while I waited. Then she eye sucked me before I—”

“I’ve got it.” She holds up her hand, cutting him off. “You certainly are a handful, aren’t you?”

“Actually, I’m—”

“Sawyer!” I stop him, shrieking in sheer mortification.

“Sorry,” he mumbles to us both, pouting for 1.1 seconds before winking at me and stealing another kiss. “So,” he claps his hands and rubs them together, “where were we?”

“We were about to go over the questions you phoned in,” I grit out.

“Oh good.” He faces Dr. Greer matter-of-factly. “I have a few concerns.”

“Oh, I read,” she answers with a lilting laugh, her usually stoic face betraying an almost entertained smile.

Holy crap, he’s done it! He’s cracked her shell—she can’t wipe the tickled look off her face.

“Let’s see, number one,” she clears her throat, “should I be worried about going too far in and hurting her? Should I hold back an inch or two? I don’t want to poke the baby.”

“You actually called up here and asked that?” I hiss, a hinting sob of embarrassment intermingled with my question.

“Actually, Emmett, many men have that same fear and question. They tend to articulate it differently, but it’s the same concern.”

“See, babe,” he rubs my shoulder, “I’m not the only one.”

“Uh huh,” I reply curtly.

“No, Mr. Beckett, you cannot poke the baby. It is physically impossible.”

“Even if you’re like—”

“Physically. Impossible,” she reiterates firmly.

“Good to know.” He smiles over at me and I have to bite my lip, ‘cause he’s seriously happy, and it’s kinda adorable. He honestly thought his massive manhood was gonna stab the baby in the head.

“Next.” She coughs, I think to cover a laugh, and Sawyer’s halfway to her to pat her back when she waves him off and recovers. “How hard is too hard?”

“Right.” He nods.

“What are we talking about here? Do you mean an erection getting too hard?”

“Nooo, like…” he trails off.

OH. DEAR. GOD. HE’S. DEMONSTRATING.

“You know, going in too hard. Should I hold back some power, ‘cause the other night I was really givin’ it to her, like hard? I don’t want to jar the baby loose or something.”

Dr. Greer is scarlet, moving to the sink to wash her hands even though she hasn’t touched anything. “Anything that Emmett is all right with, erm, comfortable with, is fine.”

“What about bent over?”

“Fine.”

“On top? Really bouncing?”

“All sex is fine.”

“Yes!” He beams, flashing me a wink. “S’all good, babe.”

“I heard.” I cringe, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“Any other questions?” she asks the ceiling.

Poor Dr. Greer. He does take some getting used to.

“Hmm,” he rubs his chin, “no, I think that covers it.”

“Thank God,” she mutters under her breath. My sentiments exactly. “All right then, Emmett,” her gaze turns to me, “let’s go ahead and do a quick ultrasound today. You may even get to find out the gender if we’re real lucky.”

“Oh, we’ve decided to let that be a surprise. But can we still do one anyway, to see everything else?” I ask.

“Certainly. I’ll send a tech in.” She closes the folder and heads for the door. “And I’ll see you in a month. All right?”

“Sounds good.” I smile warmly. “Thank you, Dr. Greer.”

“Thanks, Doc,” Sawyer chimes in, offering his hand, which she pretends not to see as she blazes out the door.

“Shit!” he yells, banging his forehead with his palm. “I forgot to ask about anal!”

***

“You ready?” Laney sticks her head in the front door, finding me in the midst of chaos. It looks like I’ve been robbed, everything I own flung about haphazardly. “Emmett? Emmett, what’s wrong?” She rushes in and skids to her knees by my side, putting an arm around me.

“I can’t find it!” I wail, wiping my nose and snorting embarrassingly. “It’s missing! Gone!”

“What is, sweetie?”

“The ultrasound picture! I wanted to show you guys today, but it’s gone! I looked,” my sob shakes my whole body with a shudder, “everywhere. My purse, every drawer, the car. Where could it be?”

“We’ll find it, don’t worry.” She hugs me to her side. “I promise, we’ll find it.”

“Th-thank you.” I inhale a cleansing breath, pulling myself together. “Can we find it before we go?” I can’t go out for “girl’s day” without laying my hands on Alex’s mug shot first.

“Have you asked Sawyer if he’s seen it?” She stands, helping me to do the same, then tucking the couch cushions back in place.

In my frantic state, I hadn’t even thought of that. Brilliant, Em. “Where’s my phone?” I pat myself down, no pockets, ready to yank apart the sofa again.

Laney stops with a hand to my arm. “I’ll call it. And then I’ll call Sawyer. How about you go splash some water on your face and grab your shoes. Sound good?”

“K.” I stumble aimlessly down the hall, as though disconnected from myself. It’d be impossible to explain how many ways pregnancy toys with you to someone who hasn’t experienced it. One minute you’re fine, the next? The sky is falling.

“Emmett!” she hollers down the hall. “I found your phone. And your picture.”

Spinning around so fast I get dizzy, I plant a hand on the wall and settle, then run to her. “Where was it?” I search her hands. “Where is it?”

“Now Emmett, you know I really love Sawyer, so I need you to promise me you’re not going to go all pregnant postal and kill him.”

I reach up and rub my temples. “Just tell me.”

“He took the picture with him to get copies and enlargements made!” she explains with a sigh. “How sweet is that? You’re happy with him now, right? It’s not at all kill worthy, I think.”

“At ease, soldier,” I say with a laugh. “It was very sweet. I won’t hurt him.”

She sighs in relief. “Awesome, now let’s go. Whit and Bennett are waiting.”

The drive to lunch is interesting; Laney swears if I have an ultrasound picture, I know the gender, and berates me the entire way to “give it up.” I swear on everything I know to that I don’t, but her cutting eyes tell me she doesn’t believe me.

“I’ll ask Sawyer. He’s like a book and he can’t lie.”

“I’m not lying to you!” I feign devastation. “And you know that pregnant postal thing we talked about? You’re fixing to get it firsthand.”

“Oh, Emmett,” she gut laughs, “you and I are gonna get along just fine. I’m even gonna buy your lunch!”

CHAPTER 22

While She Was Sleeping

***Sawyer***

Sawyer,

My eyes are closing as we speak, so I will no doubt be asleep by the time you get home. The girls wore me out today, how fun are they? Oh, and between the four of us, the crib is all finished! (Don’t worry, they all pinky swore to give you all the credit.)

Hope work was okay tonight and I’ll see you in the morning.

xo Em

Work wasn’t great tonight. Mariah came in and tried to show her ass, literally…but the note Emmy left me suddenly makes it all better. The paper holds the slightest trace of her Red scent and one sniff calms my nerves. I creep down the hall, being as quiet as I can, and find her in bed. She’s on her side facing me, one hand tucked under her cheek, the other on her stomach. I’d never mention it first, but lately, there’s a tiny bump emerging and I love it. Call me crazy, but with Hayden, Parker’s wife, it was like the bigger she got, the hotter she got. Emmett’s already the most beautiful girl I know, and adding in the whole growing a baby thing, well…Damn.