No Choice (16 page)

It was a long, drawn-out battle to get the house done in time for the arrival of our baby, but we made it. I got to show my swollen, beautiful wife our home today.

The baby wasn’t even here yet, and I had them baby-proof the house. My mom just laughed because there was no rush. The baby wasn’t going to walk or crawl for a long time. Little Cameron would be here in about a month, and if he was anything like me, he’d be causing trouble as soon as he could crawl. I couldn’t wait to meet my son. Every day I looked at Natalie, I was geared up.

“Good morning, my wife. It’s time to get your butt up.”

“Excuse me. Is there a reason you’re bothering me so early? Since you’re already dressed for work, it’s not like you planned on fucking me.”

“Wow, babe. That mouth of yours is getting rougher.”

“It’s your fault. I was a good girl before I met you. You’ve turned me into a bad girl.”

“Damn right, I have, and let’s keep it that way.” I bent down and stole a kiss from her.

“Mmm,” she sighed. “Fine. I’m getting up.”

“Let me help you,” I said as I took her hand and helped her get off the bed a little easier. She used to refuse my help, but now she was a little more lenient. She wasn’t feeling too comfortable these days, so anything I could do to ease her pain or her day, I did.

My Natalie was beautiful, but she was a little on the round side. She thought she was a cow, but according to anyone I talked to, most women felt like that. I couldn’t blame her. If I couldn’t see my feet, I’d be upset too, but she was perfect. When I looked at her swollen belly, I got hard as stone knowing I did that to her, and I planned on doing it again.

“Thank you, Cameron.” She got dressed in her stylish maternity wear, which both Vanessa and Emmy helped her pick out.

We’d gone downstairs, and I fed my wife before taking her out into the brutal wind.

“Cam. What’s going on? Shouldn’t you be leaving for the office already?”

“I’ve got something important to show you today. Then I’ll be going to the office. My assistant really is awesome like my last one, but she’d been too sexy to have around all day, so I had to let her go.” I gave her a wink. She still came to the office once in a while when she came into the city with the girls to shop.

It was nearly Valentine’s Day, so it was really cold outside. I’d made her bundle up because we were walking to the house, and I didn’t want her to get cold. She’d been extra hot lately, but last time I’d agreed to let her take off her hat and scarf, she was sick for a week. It was scary as hell. Luckily it was just a cold and not something more serious like the flu.

She grumped and groaned about the layers, but I just reminded her how she felt when she got sick. It wasn’t pretty. She’d been to the hospital because she started cramping after all the coughing. Thankfully the baby didn’t come early, but it’d been terrible for her. I didn’t want to see her like that again, so her ass was going to do as she was told.

We walked down the plowed walkway to our new home. “Oh my God! Cam, is it done?”

“Yes, baby. I wanted to be here when you saw it for the first time,” I said.

“Thank you for sharing this special moment with me,” she said as hugged herself to me. Damn, I loved that feeling. I’d taken every opportunity to hold her over the last year. She thought she was a burden, but I cherished it, even when I couldn’t quite get my arms around her.

“I want to share lots of special moments with you, but I know that I’ll have to miss some of them. This is not one of them.”

“Have you seen it?”

“Not since the last time we looked at it.”

“Goodie! I’m excited,” she screeched. She started jumping up and down, damn near giving me a heart attack.

“Babe, stop with the jumping. You’re freaking me out. The walkway still has some ice on it.”

“Sorry. I got excited,” she said bashfully as she calmed down and gave my arm a squeeze. “Come on then. Let’s go,” she said as she tugged at me to move.

“Give me a kiss first,” I growled. She lifted up on her toes and puckered up. My mouth met hers, and I tasted the orange juice she drank; sweet—just like her.

She pushed away with a smile. “Our house awaits, Mr. James.”

We walked up the stone steps to our six-bedroom house. I gave her the privilege of unlocking the door, but the moment she turned the knob, I scooped her up and crossed the threshold.

“Put me down, you big oaf. I’m too heavy.”

“No, you’re not,” I disagreed as I put her feet firmly back on the ground. “Besides, I’ve been lifting more at the gym for this specific occasion.” I knew that would earn me a smack to my arm, and she didn’t disappoint.

“Ouch, woman. Always beating on your poor husband,” I said, feigning hurt.

“Babe, you’re never going to win any acting awards, so you might as well give it up.”

“Well, then, if you don’t mind, I have to get to work, so let’s look at our new home.”

“I almost forgot why we were here.”

The house was perfect. Every color I wanted was used, and it worked out like I thought it would. When Cam told me I could decorate, I was scared, but I fell in love with the process. It didn’t smell like paint in here, so I was assuming it was done days before. The house had three floors, and I wanted each hallway for each floor to be a different color. Our first floor was an open floor plan because after sharing a dorm for four years, I needed breathing room. I loved pale colors, so the girls helped me pick the best for each room.

Our first spot to see was the kitchen. I’d done a lot of searching for all the things I wanted in this room.

The kitchen was wall-to-wall white cabinets, and the counters were made of marble. There an island in the center of the room that had a pot rack above it. We went to the living area next. It had nice leather sofas that were really comfortable to sit in. I was so round and uncomfortable that I picked the fluffiest ones. They were a dark brown color that was a huge contrast to the white walls. The long wall the sofas faced had a seventy-inch TV. It was an addition to the room for my husband. He loved his sports games, and I knew he loved those big giant flat screens. The moment he noticed the TV, his eyes opened wide, and he turned to me.

“You’re a sneaky little one, aren’t you? You told me that you didn’t want a TV in the living area and that you wanted it like my mom’s with a fireplace and family portrait.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise. If you don’t like it, we can always change it back my original idea,” I teased.

“Don’t even think about it, woman,” he snarled before walking right up to me and taking my mouth. Lord, I still never got used to it. I was instantly moist and wanted more. He groaned as he pulled away from me, and I could see why he did. I wasn’t the only one turned on. His cock was pressed against his pants, and I hungrily admired it. Because I was so round now, we had to find adventurous ways to fuck. It was sometimes a pain to get comfortable, but it was so worth the pleasure the man gave me.

“We still have other rooms to look at, Mrs. James. You can look at my cock later, and I’ll give you a special close-up,” he murmured in my ear as he gave me a pat on my ass and moved on.

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

By the time we made it through the last of the rooms, I was exhausted. I loved the whole house, but my favorite room of all was our bedroom. It was the largest room in the house because we had a king-sized bed, a walk-in closet, and sauna in the bathroom. The sheets were a deep, rich blue, and the floor was a dark wood with white walls. I didn’t want to leave it, but that’s why he showed me that one first.

Cameron had to get back to the office, so I was forced to go back to the mansion. He wasn’t cool with me being home alone. He wanted me safe and sound. Considering all the junk we’d been put through this last year, I couldn’t blame him.

“It’s wonderful, Cameron. Thank you.”

“You did all the designing, Nat.”

“That’s not what I meant. Thank you for loving me. I would’ve had a content life, but with you, I’m beyond blissful.”

“Natalie James, you are everything to me, and I love you. Thank you for not calling the campus police on me for stalking.”

“I was tempted, especially when I thought you and Van were a couple.”

“You were jealous, babe. Admit it.”

“I was—so what?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to hear it because I’m jealous of everything that touches you. Like those clothes that are painted on your beautiful body. They’re touching what’s mine.”

“Do you prefer I go naked?”

“Do you prefer for me to go to prison? Because there’ll be a host of dead bastards if that was the case. Besides, the wind would be caressing your flesh, my flesh. Damn, babe. I have to go to the office. You’re gonna pay tonight.”

“What time are you coming?”

“Well, I’ll be getting home around seven, but I’ll be coming about seven-o-five.”

“Where…”

“Where? Depends on where you want me to come.”

“Piglet. You didn’t let me finish. I meant to say, before I was lewdly interrupted, was where are we sleeping?”

“At our new home, in our new bed. I want to christen it properly,” he said with his wicked grin and wink. My body was burning already, and he was leaving me. The damn bastard.

When I got home from the office, Natalie was sitting practically at the front door waiting for me with her luggage full of clothes. I wanted to laugh, but I knew she’d kill me. My poor girl—every time I called her today, she was hot and bothered. I managed to wring one orgasm out of her this afternoon over the phone.

“Baby, tell me you didn’t pack that bag.”

“No, silly. Emmy and Van helped me. Then Simon carried it down for me. We packed one for you too. It’s right there.” She pointed to the wall behind me and next to the front door.

I walked up to her and gave her a tender loving kiss. She shivered and moaned in my mouth before I whispered, “You wet for me, Nat?”

All she did was whimper a “yes” and gave me an eager nod. 

We left the house, and I drove us back to our new home. Clint only followed us so he could unload the luggage and place it in the front hall. Natalie didn’t want any interruptions. She was moaning in the car as I stroked her wet kitty. We’d just pulled up to the house when I felt her pussy soak my hand, and not just a normal coming wetness. No, like a bucket of water followed by a loud scream.

“Ouch!” she screamed out.

“The baby?”

“Yes…” she said as she tried to breathe like she’d practiced. “He-he-hoo, he-he-hoo. Ouch!”

“Babe, I’m turning around now.”

I called Clint and let him know that we had to go to the hospital. He said he would follow and call the family. Luckily, we had clothes in the car.

We got to the hospital in about ten minutes, but it felt like forever. She was huffing and puffing, and it was freaking me out. The doctor was meeting us there, and thank fuck because Nat was early. I didn’t want someone else touching her.

An hour later, she showed up. I was irrationally pissed, but she understood that I was crazy as hell when it came to Nat and our baby.

“Dr. Hutton, isn’t there something we could do to ease her pain?” I said frantically.

“Yes, get this baby out!” Natalie screamed.