The Billionaire's Surrogate: A BWWM Pregnancy Love Story (21 page)

“
Go
ahead,” he said and she came forward slowly and put the
thermometer in his mouth.

“
Mr.
Lestrange, your wife can’t be here,” she said blushing
deeply.

Max nodded his
agreement but pointed at the thermometer to indicate that he couldn’t
talk. She took it out of his mouth, sooner than she should he
suspected and then shook it and looked at the temperature.

“
Back
to normal,” she said with another shy smile, and wrote that
down on the chart.

“
Great.
So I can leave today?” he asked leaning slightly into
Christine’s shoulder.

“
That’s
up to the doctor,” the nurse said and left in a hurry. Max
looked down at a still sleeping Christine and smiled. He bet she
would have been mortified if she’d been awake for the nurse’s
visit. He knew he should wake her up; after all, the nurse would soon
be followed by a doctor not to mention Martha bearing breakfast. He
really
should
wake her…it was just that she looked so peaceful and content.
Max’s eyes traveled down from her exposed shoulder to the dip
of her still slim waist and then the swell of her hips. He found that
he wanted to touch her again, to caress, to feel her. Learn the
curves of her body like he knew his own, penetrate her deep and mark
her so well that everyone would know she was his, and his alone.

Somewhere in the back
of his mind he was startled by these Cro Magnon thoughts. When did he
become such a cave man? It didn’t stop him from placing his
hand gently on her hip. He could see the marks of his fingers where
he had pressed into her, holding her tight as he pounded her pussy.
He was not surprised to find that he was hard again. That he wanted
to do it again. His hand trailed her flesh of its own volition,
looking for her warm center. He felt detached from it, like it had a
mind of its own; it would go where it would without any input from
his brain. His other hand closed on her round, plump ass; so
shapely…it fit exactly in the palm of his hand. Like it was
made for him. He squeezed gently, darting his eyes at her face to see
if she woke but her breath continued to go in and out evenly. He ran
his finger up and down her gluteal cleft, wondering if he could
breach…

Christine’s
breathing changed suddenly, she took a deep breath and suddenly her
eyes were open, and on him. He frowned in puzzlement, wondering when
she’d gotten such mesmerizing eyes; they sucked him in with
their soft honeyed sweetness and he wanted to drown in them. He must
be high.

“
Did
you roofie me?” he asked.

She laughed in delight,
the sound brightening the room inexplicably.

“
Hey,
you’re the one with access to all the drugs,” she said.
Her voice was deep and low; throaty with sleep. It was doing bad
things to his self control.

“
Maybe
so…but that would mean you’re intoxicating me all on
your own,” he said leaning forward. Her brow furrowed as if she
didn’t understand what he meant…maybe she didn’t
but she would pretty soon. His lips closed upon hers. He felt them,
tasted them, savored their plump pliability; he sank into them and
let them create the dizzying vortex that terrified and elated him in
turn. He suspected that he might be bewitched.

*****

Christine watched Max’s
lips coming toward her. In the back of her mind she knew that this
was neither the time nor the place. Max was sick, they were in the
hospital…this was a marriage of convenience for God’s
sake! And convenience did not include having sex whenever it was
convenient. It was supposed to mean the opposite of that. Cold,
businesslike, unemotional. She was feeling anything but that. Her
heartbeat was speeding up just from the hot looks he was giving her;
she could feel his hardness against her thigh and all she wanted to
do was open wide and let him in. Hell, she didn’t even care if
the whole fucking hospital knew what they were up to in here. She
wanted this in a way that she’d never experienced before. Not
with Rudy or with any of the other substitutes she’d sought
over the years. This was some new shit and somewhere where her common
sense stood guard over her heart, she was terrified. The rest of her
was busy yearning toward him; wanting him to fill her emptiness, like
now. She thought about him saying that she wasn’t one for
foreplay. She’d said that they could have that later. As his
lips touched hers, she hoped it wasn’t later yet. Sure she
loved the kissing and the touching, but right now she really needed
him to fill her up again; take the emptiness away. Her center was
crying out for him, wanting him to come in to the home he’d
already carved out inside her and fill it with his presence.

Maybe
it was being pregnant that made her feel this way…so
hungry
.
Hungry for touch, for taste, for the sound of him moaning loudly in
her ear as he gave his body to her; no holds barred. Perhaps
that
was the difference. That was what she was so hungry for. The utter
surrender that she felt from him even as he dominated her, surrounded
her, and fucked her into the ground – she felt like at that
very instant when he was at the apex of his dominion over her, he was
also completely hers to do with as she pleased. He was hers, as she
was his. It was breathtaking.

*****

“
Enough
of that you two, you’re in a public place now,” Martha’s
voice startled them out of the bubble they’d built around
themselves that allowed them to forget where they were.

“
Martha!”

“
Gra!”

They both said
simultaneously as they tried to untangle limbs and arrange bedding so
as not to reveal any incriminating details.

“
I
mean seriously you two; you couldn’t wait one day? I just ran
into Dr. Benson and he said he’s discharging you today,”
Martha said putting her bag down on the bedside table and looking
unperturbed at their perturbation. She began to unload flasks and
mugs and containers filled with lovely smelling things and then she
turned for the door.

“
I’ll
give you five minutes to straighten yourselves out; I’ll just
go distract Dr. Benson – he’s coming down the hall and he
doesn’t need to see this,” she swept her hand around to
cover the bed and them in it as she said ‘this’ and then
she tossed her head and walked out the door, closing it gently behind
her.

Christine slumped back
on the bed, laughing quietly.

“
Well…that
just happened,” she said regarding Max from beneath her lashes.
Max smiled back at her.

“
Yeah.
So, get dressed?” he asked.

“
Yes,”
Christine said surging up and rooting around beneath the blankets to
try to find her t-shirt. Max slid out of bed and picked up his pajama
bottoms from the floor and put it on. He looked around, trying to
remember where he’d put his shirt and trying to ignore his
straining erection. No one ever died of blue balls after all…he
was pretty sure. Christine had found her shirt and put it on so at
least her boobs were no longer on display. She jumped out of bed and
picked up her jeans from the chair and slung them on, her pretty ass
on display for a bit too long for Max’s taste.

“
Excuse
me while I…” he trailed off as he hurried into the
bathroom and closed the door behind him. He divested himself of his
clothes and stepped into the shower, taking hold of his penis as he
did so.

“
No
fair, jerking off and leaving me high and dry,” Christine
called as she banged on the door of the bathroom. Max just laughed.
He was going to enjoy being married to her.

*****

When Dr. Benson came
in, everyone was decent and respectable again, cups of coffee in hand
and croissants on plates; having a civilized non-hedonistic
breakfast. Martha came in behind him narrowing her eyes at them both
as if to say that they did not fool her.

“
So
Max, how are you feeling this morning?” Dr. Benson asked.

Max grinned widely. “I
am on top of the world Carlyle. I’m ready to go home.”

“
Are
you now?” Carlyle said returning the smile. “Well let me
see.” He proceeded to conduct a thorough examination on Max and
then accepted a cup of coffee from Martha as he summed up his
findings and gave them advice for care, especially for the remaining
three days but also going forward. He gave them all the signs they
should watch out for in case of impending relapse and what to do
should they notice this. He also recommended some supplements to take
and food groups such as tomatoes to imbibe in order to ensure that
his health continued to be good. Lastly, he gave them a check up
appointment in two weeks’ time.

“
Well,
I think that’s mostly it. I’ll sign your check out papers
and you can go home,” he said grinning at the delight on Max’s
face.

“
Thank
you Dr. Benson. I really appreciate everything you’re doing for
me.”

Carlyle put up a hand.
“Don’t mention it. Its what I’m here for.” He
turned to Christine, “And you Mrs. Lestrange, how is the baby
doing?”

“
Please.
Call me Christine. And the baby is fine. thank you for asking. We had
our first check up a few weeks ago.”

“
Oh,
that is great and your overall health? How are you feeling?”

“
Nauseous,”
Christine said with a smile.

Carlyle grimaced in
sympathy. “Only to be expected. Your OB/GYN knows this?”

“
Yes,
I did tell her. She gave me some pills to take if it gets bad.”

“
What
is your doctor’s name?” he asked.

“
Dr.
Mulholland.”

“
Mm,
good doctor. I’ve heard the name,” Dr. Benson said
nodding.

“
I’m
glad you think so,” Christine said with a smile. Dr. Benson
nodded and then put down his emptied coffee cup.

“
Well
then, I’ll just get that paperwork for you and you’ll be
home before you know it.”

“
Thank
you doctor,” Martha, Christine and Max chorused in unison.

Max smiled at
Christine. “I’m coming home,” he grinned. There was
a definite gleam in his eye.

*****

The question of which
room she should sleep in remained unresolved. It was Christine’s
day off so she was able to go home, air out rooms, get some fresh
flowers in and change the sheets on Max’s bed. Martha had
offered to do it as she still had a few days before she was an
employee of Lestrange enterprises and not Max Lestrange, but
Christine had promptly informed her that she was so fired and there
was no way she was coming to clean the house.

“
What
if I came as your grandmother and not as housekeeper?”

Christine thought about
it, biting her lip. “Nope. You go home, rest up. I got this,”
she said.

“
Okay…but
I’m just a phone call away if you need anything,” she
said.

“
Did
you get me a replacement housekeeper yet?” Christine asked.

Martha
shook her head. “There really is nobody suitable. I don’t
know if I will get someone,” she said. Christine smiled,
knowing full well what her grandmother’s problem was. Letting
go was hard, and maybe it shouldn’t be her job to get someone
to replace her.

“
How
about I just call the temp agency for now?” she asked.

“
Oh
no child, those gals come in, they scope out your home and then they
call their thievin’ cousins to come steal you out of house and
home. You don’t want to be messing with no temp.”

“
Then
what?” Christine asked.

Martha put a hand on
her shoulder, “Don’t worry child, I’ll have someone
for you by the weekend. You can manage till then right?”

“
I
guess so,” Christine said. She made sure to sound uncertain so
her gra wouldn’t feel dismissed.

“
Good.
Now you go on home and get ready for your husband,” she said.
There might have been a naughty gleam in her eye when she said it,
but Christine couldn’t be sure.

*****

Max called from
downstairs when Stevens brought him home later in the day.

“
Is
it safe to come up?” he asked.

“
I
believe so,” Christine said.

She waited at the door
for him so that when he rang the bell she was right there.

“
Did
you forget the keys?” she asked eyes shining.

He shrugged. “Hey,
the house has a new owner now, I can’t just be walking in like
I own the place.”

Christine smiled. “Oh.
Well someone should have informed me because I’ve been acting
like you own the place all day,” she said hand on hip.

Max smiled, “Come
here.”

Christine raised a
brow, “Why?”

“
Just
come here girl,” Max kind of growled still standing outside the
door. Christine came expecting him to kiss, or touch or hold. She was
very surprised when he lifted her up in his arms.

“
Oh!”
she exclaimed. “Are you sure you should be doing this?”
she asked holding on to his shirt as he stepped through the doorway
and walked with her toward the bedroom. His hold was surprisingly
rock steady for someone who’d been in the hospital not twenty
minutes ago.

“
Isn’t
this how a bride is supposed to be carried into her new home?”
he asked softly.

Christine just smiled.