New Species 02 Slade (44 page)

friendly to us. I have plans that involve you being very

much alive and healthy.” He grinned. “I think I can

withdraw without hurting you now that the swelling is

down somewhat. Come on, Doc. Bath and food, in that

order.”

Her legs clamped around his hips when he tried to

withdraw his cock from her body. She glared at him.

“Remember the rule? You’re inside me so calling me Doc

isn’t acceptable. What’s my name, lollypop?”

He shook his head at her but grinned sheepishly.

“Sorry, Trisha.”

“Lollypop?” Brass shouted from down the hall. They

heard laughter.

Heat flooded Trisha’s cheeks. “He heard everything

we just said and did, didn’t he?”

Slade shrugged. “It’s our hearing, Trisha.” He

stressed her name. “It’s not really his fault, though he

should have just laughed without making a comment.”

“Sorry,” Brass yelled from the spare bedroom.

“Lollypop.”

Slade groaned as he gently withdrew his cock

completely from Trisha. He stood and pulled her to her

feet. “I’m going to have to kill him if he keeps calling me

that.”

Trisha looked around at the kitchen as Brass put

away the last clean dish. Trisha sighed, rubbing her

aching lower back with her hands.

“It’s finally clean.”

Brass frowned. “I told you to lie down two hours

ago. You’re carrying a child. Slade would have helped

clean this with me after he comes home tonight if you’d

just waited.”

“I couldn’t stand it,” Trisha admitted as she opened

the fridge and grabbed a soda and an iced tea, handing

the soda to Brass. “Look on the bright side. He’ll be

surprised when he gets home.”

“Or kick my ass for allowing you clean so much. Did

we have to do the entire house in one day? You need to

take it easy. Slade is going to blame me if something

happens to you or that child.”

“Well, you couldn’t very well tackle all this alone

and you did all the tough grunt work. You are the one

who did all the scrubbing and heavy lifting.”

“You’re holding your back. Is it hurting?”

“A little.” She turned and suddenly sprinted away.

She could almost feel Brass on her ass when she ran

for the downstairs bathroom. She slammed the door,

hoping it didn’t hit him in the face. She barely dropped

to her knees before her lunch came up.

The door opened behind her. “I warned you, woman.

You’re sick now.”

She couldn’t talk while that whole throwing her guts

up thing stopped her. Brass gently gripped her hair and

his other hand rubbed her back. She finally stopped

when there was nothing left inside her stomach.

“Don’t follow me into a bathroom,” she groaned.

“This is so embarrassing.”

“You are carrying a child. Morning sickness

happens.”

“Not this early.”

“Maybe you are sick because you worked too hard

today. Do not do it again, Trisha. I forbid you to lift

another finger. Let this be a lesson.”

“That or I’m experiencing early morning sickness

because nothing about this pregnancy is going to be

ordinary. I wish some New Species women had given

birth so I’d have an idea of what to expect. Maybe it’s

normal to get morning sickness at this early stage while

carrying a New Species baby.”

“I’m going to help you up. Are you done with being

ill?”

She nodded. “I need a toothbrush and toothpaste.”

Brass helped her to her feet by supporting her

weight. “I’ll go get the things Slade brought for you this

morning. I saw those things inside one of the bags. Are

you going to be okay while I go retrieve them?”

“I’m fine. Thanks.”

She turned and studied her reflection in the mirror

after Brass left her alone. She looked pale and drawn.

Maybe I did overdo it today. She’d just wanted to clean the

house. If she didn’t know better, it almost seemed as if

she had an uncontrollable nesting urge, something

common that some pregnant women experienced. She

also tended to clean when she was nervous or worried—

both emotions she experienced.

Brass returned and opened up a new toothbrush and

a tube of toothpaste. He stood there, refusing to leave, as

Trisha scrubbed her entire mouth. She hated being sick.

When she was certain she didn’t have bad breath or a

lingering smell, she washed her face. Brass handed her a

towel, acting as though he were a lady in waiting. She

grinned at that amusing concept, dried her face, and

handed the towel back to Brass.

“Thank you.”

He nodded but suddenly bent, scooped her into his

arms and straightened to walk toward the stairs.

“Put me down. I can walk.”

“You have outdone it and I’m taking charge. You’ll

follow my orders.”

“I will not. Come on, Brass. I’m fine.”

“Shut up.”

“Kiss my ass.”

“I’m ready to spank it.”

“You don’t ever touch her ass,” Slade snarled. “What

is going on here? Why are you carrying her?”

Brass turned with Trisha in his arms, staring at Slade,

who glared at him. Brass tensed.

“She wanted to clean your house. I told her I would

do it alone but she wouldn’t listen. She felt the need to

help me. She just suffered morning sickness and I’m

taking her to your room to rest.”

Slade’s anger faded and his gaze softened when it

met Trisha’s. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. Can you have him put me down? He won’t

listen to me. He thinks I can’t walk or something.”

Slade dropped the briefcase he carried and kicked

the front door closed behind him. He approached Trisha

and opened his arms. “I’ll take her.”

“She’s all yours.” Brass handed Trisha over.

“She’s all yours.” Brass handed Trisha over.

“I’m so lucky.” Slade laughed.

Trisha put her arms around Slade’s neck. “I’m not

helpless, you know. I can walk and everything.”

“Shut up.”

“Kiss my ass.”

“And this is where you walked in,” Brass snickered.

“See why I was threatening to spank her?”

“Yes,” Slade said, nodding, still staring at Trisha.

“I’ll spank your ass and then kiss it.”

She laughed, not expecting him to be playful with

her. She was glad he wasn’t angry that she’d cleaned the

house and had probably overdone it. “That sounds

kinky.”

He smiled and climbed the stairs. “Brass, will you

please make dinner?”

“Sure.”

“I’m going to shove her into the bathtub and try not

to drown her for being so stubborn.”

“Good luck with that.” Brass laughed.

Trisha glared at Slade. “That’s not funny.”

“Sure it is.” He carried her into their bedroom. He

finally put her down on the bathroom counter. “And next

time you decide to clean the house while you’re

pregnant I might not be joking about shoving you under

the water.”

She watched him turn on the faucets, loving Slade’s

bathtub. He had a garden tub and a separate shower.

Slade tested the water and then turned toward her while

the tub filled.

“How was your day, honey?” Trisha batted her

eyelashes at him.

He grinned. “Fine, sweet thing. I’d ask how your day

was but I already know. Do you feel better now that the

house is clean?”

“Tons, minus the whole tossing my guts up part.”

He winced. “I’m not kissing you.”

“I brushed my teeth.”

He stared at her mouth. “Let me rephrase that. I’m

not kissing your mouth. Let’s get you out of those sweats

if you want a kiss.” His gaze lowered. “Those seem

really big on you. Are those rolled at the waist?”

“You’re hugely tall and I can’t help it if you have

really long legs. I would wear my shorts but someone

tore them last night.” She lifted her shirt to show him the

waist of the pants she’d had to manipulate to fit her body

better.

He smirked. “You could just go without clothes.”

She smirked right back at him. “Sure. I could do that.

Of course, I’m sure Brass would get to see a whole new

side of me. Two of them, actually.”

His eyes narrowed and his mouth tensed, not liking

that thought at all. “Wear any of my clothes you want.”

“I thought that’s what you might say.” She grinned.

“Rolled sweatpants look very sexy on you. In fact, I

insist that you wear them all the time when you’re not

with me inside our bedroom. I really love it when you

wear my clothes.”

Slade edged her off the counter until she stood and

lifted the large T-shirt over her body. His hands brushed

her breasts, which instantly responded to his touch. He

knelt in front of her, smiled, and gripped the waist of the

sweats.

“I’ve been waiting all day to see this.” He tugged

down the pants.

Trisha burst into laughter at the shocked expression

on Slade’s face seconds later. “You waited all day to see

me wearing your boxers?”

His eyebrows rose. “You’re even wearing these?”

Two of his fingers hooked the fly of them and wiggled

them inside the parted material against her skin. “I guess

there are advantages.”

“Stop that.” She yanked at his hand, pulling his

fingers out. “I would have sewn that closed if I’d found a

needle and thread. It seems you don’t own either.”

His eyes widened. “Those are mine. Don’t mess with

my boxers. What would I do when I wear them if you

sew all of them closed?”

“Pull them down.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “I have to get you

clothes.”

“And here I thought you were trying to get me

naked.”

He gripped the boxers and slid them down her legs.

“Thanks for reminding me. Get into the tub.”

“But I thought there would be touching and kissing

and… ”

He stood and reached for his shirt. “There will be but

inside the tub.”

She glanced at the bath and grinned. “Oooh!”

Slade laughed as Trisha climbed into the tepid water

as the tub filled. She turned her head and watched as

Slade started to remove his clothes. She loved seeing him

naked and enjoyed watching as he stripped everything

off with a big grin on his handsome face.

“Want to turn the water off, Doc? It will overflow

soon if you don’t.”

She twisted the faucets and had to move out of the

way to make room for Slade to climb inside the tub. It

was a tight fit as he sat down behind her. Slade opened

his knees and lifted Trisha back until she sat snug

between his thighs. She leaned back against his chest.

“This feels great but not really conductive to kissing

and more.”

“I’m sorry. Let me fix that.”

She turned her head and looked at him to find him

grinning again. He reached up and grabbed a bottle of

baby oil from a built-in shelf on the wall.

“Baby oil?”

He laughed. “I usually put it on my skin to soften it

while I soak. I get a lot of calluses naturally on my

hands.” He showed her his fingertips. “But that’s not the

use I have for it right now.”

Trisha watched him pour baby oil over his fingers

before they slipped under the water. She gasped as they

slid between her parted thighs and moaned when his

fingers spread her, rubbing her clit. A louder moan came

from her when he stopped to breech her pussy with one

of his digits.

“Slade.”

“Doc.”

She elbowed him.

Slade chuckled before his hands caressed her body

until he gripped her hips. He lifted her and she bit her

lip as he eased her down onto his stiff cock until he filled

her pussy. She sank deeper as her body lowered all the

way until she sat completely over his lap.

“Better, Trisha?”

“You’re such an asshole.”

He thrust up into her. “You’re a doctor. Did you fail

a test on anatomy? That’s not where I am.”

“Fuck you,” she moaned.

“No, Trisha. That’s what I’m going to do to you.”

He gripped her hips and thrust up into her hard and

fast. Water sloshed over the edge of the tub but Trisha

ignored that while she moaned. Slade shifted them and

gripped her hips a little lower, proving his strength. He

lifted her up and down on him, his hands easily

manipulating her weight, and set a faster pace that left

her mindless with ecstasy.

Slade’s entire body tensed as he came and began to

swell inside her. She was so close to climaxing but Slade