The Billionaire's Surrogate: A BWWM Pregnancy Love Story (20 page)

“
You
have four more days Max and then you can go home,” he said.

“
I
feel so much better now Carlyle, can’t I check out in the
morning? I promise to be on bed rest,
at
home
, for as long as you like.”

Carlyle laughed and
shook his head. “You really are hopeless Max aren’t you?”
he said fondly.

“
Absolutely
hopeless. So are we gonna do this or what?” Max said eagerly.

“
Let’s
give it one more day and then I’ll check you out. Deal?”
Dr. Benson said.

Max leaned back against
his pillow in resigned disappointment. “Okay then.”

*****

Christine
was distracted at work. The phone call from Max was doing all sorts
of things to her insides; she did not understand his tone, what was
he trying to imply? He surely did not think she went straight from
her wedding ceremony to cheating on him with that scum of the earth…I
mean…how many years had they known each other? Did he really
not know her
at all
?
The more she thought about it, the more upset she got. By the time
her shift was over at 9pm she knew she couldn’t get any sleep
until she’d given Max a piece of her mind. Thankfully, her new
status as wife gave her a lot more mojo with the hospital so they
couldn’t just turn her away if she wanted to see him; visiting
hours or no. At least she
hoped
so. If she had to get admitted to the hospital to talk to him, that
was what she was gonna do. This shit needed to get sorted like
yesterday.

She stormed into the
hospital and past the nurse at reception who looked up, opened her
mouth and then closed it again. The rage that Christine was radiating
was palpable and nurse Felicia did not get paid enough to try to get
between her and her target. She did call security to be on stand by
in case they needed to throw someone out of the ward in a minute.
Christine reached Max’s room unmolested and found him sitting
up in bed, watching CNN.

“
Well,
and hello there,” she said hands on hips as she came into the
room. Her face was so hot she had to take off her jacket just to cool
off a little.

“
Christine!”
Max exclaimed in surprise. “I didn’t expect to see you
today.”

“
Didn’t
you?” Christine bit out.

Max frowned. “What’s
the matter?” he asked straightening up. He didn’t know
what was happening but instinct told him it was bad. Christine’s
hair was all over the place and she wasn’t wearing any
earrings.

“
I
don’t know Max, you tell me. What
is
the matter with you?” she said in a pseudo calm tone.

“
Well
I have this chiefly undiagnosed prostate complaint other than that
I’m not sure…”

“
Oh
you’re not sure?” Christine asked sarcasm dripping from
every word. “You’re not sure what?”

“
I’m
not…sure what it was I did to piss you off,” he said
studying her face closely.

Christine
inclined her head to the side, mouth pursed, breathing hard through
her mouth. She was trying her best to calm down; she really was. But
every time she thought about Max thinking that she was cheating on
him
the day after their wedding
with Rudy Sinclair she could literally feel her arteries exploding.

“
Why
don’t you ask me then? Ask me now or forever hold your peace,”
she said.

“
Ask
you what?” Max asked quietly.

“
Ask
me…if I’m fucking Rudy. Isn’t that what you wanted
to know this morning?” Christine could barely get the words
out.

Max stared at her but
didn’t say anything.

“
Well?”
Christine was almost yelling.

“
Well,
if I thought you were fucking Rudy do you think I’d be lying
here calmly watching CNN?”

“
Well
then why did you ask me that?” Christine asked and now she was
definitely yelling.

“
I
saw a picture of you in the tabloids with an old flame I know you
still have feelings for, don’t you think I had the right to ask
what you were doing with him?” Now it was Max’s turn to
almost yell. Christine turned away from him and closed the door
before swiveling back to glare at him.

“
I
don’t have feelings for him,” she said coldly.

“
Oh
yeah? Since when?” Max asked not bothering to hide the
skepticism in his tone.

“
Since…today,”
Christine said quietly. “I realized this morning what a piece
of shit he really is.”

“
Oh
you realized that this morning?” Max asked sarcasm dripping
from every syllable.

Christine flipped him
the bird but came closer to the bed and sank down into her
comfortable leather chair. “I don’t know how I could have
been so blind,” she said thoughtfully, mostly to herself.

“
Chris,
why did you go to meet him?” Max asked. “Why today?”

“
I
told you,
he
called
me
. All I
wanted to do was get some food in me before I got to work and he
called and said he was in town and he wanted to meet and
congratulated me on my nuptials…it was very confusing. He
threw me.”

“
Was
that before or after you realized he was a piece of shit?” Max’
tone was striving for even but there was a thrum of anger beneath
that was unmistakable. Christine turned her honey brown eyes on him,
open, hiding nothing.

“
It
was before. I went to see him to maybe close the books on that awful
chapter in my life. I was ready to hear him ask for forgiveness and
maybe give it. Instead, I got sleazy propositions and more of the
same. Somehow this time I could see right through the smarmy charm.
Do you think I’ve grown up at last?” she asked with a
rueful smile.

“
Nah,
I think it's my DNA swirling around inside you that saw through him.
You’re still as dumb as ever,” Max said and it was mostly
a joke. Christine thumped his arm.

“
Ouch!
Watch it honey, I’m still a very sick man,” he protested.

“
And
I’m a pregnant woman. So move over so I can get some sleep,”
she said pushing him.

Max made room for her
on his bed and she took off her jeans but left her t-shirt on and
climbed in. They spooned quietly just holding on to each other until
they both fell asleep.

Christine woke up to
the tickle of Max’s finger tracing patterns on her thigh. She
lay still, letting him run his hand up and down her naked leg,
sometimes getting really close to her ass but never quite touching it
and then back down. She could feel the hardness of his erection
against her hip and wondered if he wanted to do her right here in the
hospital with the possibility of a nurse barging in at any second
very real.

“
Are
you awake?” he murmured into her shoulder. Christine took a
deep breath, lifting her shoulder slightly in answer but didn’t
say anything.

“
You
smell of honey and sunshine,” he said and she giggled.

“
Pretty
sure I don’t,” she replied into the pillow. Her whole
body was languid with contentment. She felt no bite of morning
sickness to mar the beautiful morning so she didn’t want to
move lest she remind any part of her body that she was actually
harboring an alien inside her and it was not happy about it.

“
How
would you know? You can’t smell yourself,” he said
rubbing his nose against the naked skin of her exposed shoulder. His
hand was moving the t-shirt she was wearing out of the way so he
could cup her breasts and press his erection more firmly against her.

“
How
does sunshine smell anyway?” she asked amused against her will.

Max took a deep breath.
“Mmmm,” he murmured. “Like you.”

Christine huffed a
laugh. “You are a useless describer,” she said. Max’s
hand came into view as he reached over to turn her so she was facing
him.

“
I
haven’t brushed my teeth,” she protested weakly.

“
Neither
have I,” he said as his mouth closed over hers. Her lips
softened and opened for him, letting his tongue explore at will
before she got in on the action and began to kiss him back in
earnest.

“
Mmmmm,”
she said, loving the taste of him. “You smell of apples and
oranges,” she murmured into his mouth with a small laugh. He
laughed as well but didn’t let that distract him from licking
into her mouth and almost lodging in her throat. His body began to
undulate as he pressed his erection deeper into her skin. He turned
with her again so she was beneath him and pressed her down into the
mattress.

She broke away from his
lips to whisper, “The nurse could come in at any time.”

He lifted his eyebrows
at her. “Are we not married? This is crucial for the
consummation of our marriage. We’re merely obeying the law,”
he said before nipping at the line of her jawbone and down to her
chin.

“
And
you’re sure you’re strong enough for this?” she
asked even as she inclined her head to give him greater access. He
stopped what he was doing to stare into her eyes.

“
Why?
What are you planning to do to me?” he asked, all eager
anticipation. She snorted her amusement and hit him on the shoulder
and then pulled his head back so he could continue to eat her
shoulder blade. She spread her legs slightly so he was lying in
between them and then crossed them around his waist arching upward to
let him know she wanted him to…

“
You’re
not one for foreplay are you?” he asked.

“
I
just want you inside of me now. We can foreplay all you want later,”
she said impatiently.

“
God,
you know how many men would kill for a girl like you?” he asked
smugly even as he drove home. Christine made an inarticulate sound in
response. Max withdrew from her completely and drove into her again,
harder. The sound Christine made this time could possibly only be
heard by members of the canine family.

“
Max,”
she breathed arching upward to give him greater access and enable him
to go deeper. “Want,” she said.

“
You
want…?” he asked as he pounded into her, almost driving
her through the mattress.

“
More,”
she finished taking her legs in her hands and pulling them up almost
to her face so his access was unimpeded. He got up on his hands and
swiveled his hips as he thrust into her. She was making mewling
sounds of encouragement, eyes rolling back in her head and hips
making uncoordinated arching thrusts of their own, attempting to meet
Max as he drove into her. The room was quiet apart from the hard
slapping sound of flesh on flesh and the grunts and moans they
couldn’t quite suppress.

“
Oh
God, so good,” she moaned throwing her head back and letting
her legs go because her hands were too weak to keep ahold of them any
longer. Her whole body felt languid and weak yet coiled and tense
like a cobra about to strike. She needed release and she needed it
now but she didn’t want this to ever stop.

“
Don’t
ever stop,” she said dropping her legs on either side of the
bed and pulling Max’s face to hers. He took her mouth in his;
it wasn’t a kiss though, just another way to get inside her.
Perhaps he wanted to lick his own penis through her throat. It
certainly felt like he was trying. She felt filled at both ends yet
there was this part of her that was empty and waiting, striving to
reach out to him but unable to quite do it. His hand reached between
them and brushed softly against her swollen clitoris, once, twice and
then suddenly that space was full, so full it was bursting out and
spreading detritus everywhere. Her whole body convulsed upwards,
shaking and shuddering and spilling liquid everywhere. There were
stars and rainbows where before the hospital ceiling had been and for
a moment, only blackness. And then Max began to shudder and shake and
moan as if he was in pain. His seed spilled inside her and that
caused her to clench upwards, sucking and milking for all she was
worth as aftershocks streaked all over her body causing her to tense
again as her insides liquefied, again. They came down together,
unable to move or speak for a long while.

“
Well…I’d
say we’re officially married,” Max said into her collar
bone.

“
Yeah
I would have to agree with that assessment,” Christine replied,
a satisfied smile curling her lips. “Now get off me before I
suffocate.”

Max slowly rolled off
her, almost toppling off the single bed but Christine reached out to
clutch him closer.

“
My
hero,” he said eyes closed, a lazy smile playing on his lips.

*****

The nurse woke them up
as she came to check on Max’s temperature. She let out a small
squeal of surprise as she came through the door which woke Max up. He
smiled smugly at her and then followed her horrified eyes to a
sleeping Christine in his arms.

“
Oh
don’t mind her. She’s just my wife,” he whispered.
“Was there something you wanted?”

“
I
need to take your temperature,” she whispered back obviously
very flustered. The room smelled strongly of sex, and Max was
completely unclothed. Luckily the sheet covered all the more
interesting parts of their anatomy and Christine’s t-shirt was
still on…if very askew. Max dug his hand from under
Christine’s head and then sat up, making sure the sheet was
still concealing all his privates.