Fulfillment (Book 3 in The Temptation Series) Read online

  “1.7cm?” Bryce repeated a little louder, still looking confused.

  “Yes,” I giggled, “1.7cm.”

  “How is that even fucking possible?” he asked astonished. “Shit, I’m sorry. Please excuse my mouth. I’m just slightly blown away here.”

  “You’re excused Bryce,” she offered with a smile and continued to record the measurements. “Okay, let’s see if we can take baby’s heart rate.”

  She moved the ultrasound wand and this time pushed it further into the base of my abdomen, increasing my already increasing urge to urinate. Don’t need to pee. Don’t need to pee. Who am I kidding? I need to fucking pee! I willed myself to clench my pelvic floor muscle tightly when a ticking noise sounded through the monitor, distracting me from my desperate need for the toilet. Instantly, I gripped Bryce’s hand as that wonderful repetitive popping—which made any doubt or worry disappear into thin air—sounded throughout the room like music to my ears.

  I lifted my head again to see the monitor of swirling shades of grey—which was annoyingly useless because I couldn’t make out shit.

  “Baby’s heart has 165 beats per minute, that’s excellent,” Dr. Rainer informed us.

  I smiled—more than smiled—I gleamed. I was pregnant again at age 35, my baby had a heartbeat of 165 beats per minute, he or she measured 1.7cm and had limbs, and the father of my little precious jelly bean was standing next to me teary-eyed. Hang on. Back the fuck up. He is teary-eyed. Oh my God, he is teary. Shit, now I’m teary.

  He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, and a lone tear fell from his eyelid onto my cheek. I placed my hands on either side of his face and kissed him back.

  He broke free from my lips and rested his forehead against mine.

  “I love you,” he whispered.

  “I love you, too,” I replied softly.

  Bryce stood back up as Dr. Rainer turned off the monitor and wiped my belly with a towel. We were staring at each other, both of us still highly emotional and amazed by the little miracle growing inside of me. It was just such a wonderful feeling.

  “Okay. Now, Alexis, seeing as your blood type is A-Negative, I would like to give you an Anti-D injection, and then your next one will be at the twenty-eight week mark of your pregnancy. I’d also like to schedule another appointment and ultrasound for standard screening tests, in say...three weeks?”

  “Yes, of course,” I answered.

  “Now sit up on the bed for me please while I get the Anti-D ready.”

  She moved across to a bench top to prepare the needle as I sat myself up.

  Bryce stood behind me and placed his hands on both my shoulders. “What’s an Anti-D injection?” he asked with scepticism.

  “Alexis’ blood Rhesus factor is negative, Bryce. Therefore her blood does not contain D antigen. Both Nate and Charlotte had positive Rhesus factors. So, if their blood had mixed with Alexis’ at any stage, antibodies would have been formed. Now, if those antibodies cross the placenta and mix with your baby’s blood, it would cause serious complications. The Anti-D in the injection destroys any trace of Rhesus positive blood in Alexis’ circulation. That is why we give it to mothers with negative Rhesus factors during and after pregnancy. It’s precautionary.”

  “Right...and it’s perfectly safe?” he asked, his voice laced with worry.

  “Bryce, I’ve had it before. I had to have it during both my pregnancies with Nate and Charli. So it’s fine,” I reassured him.

  “Okay, I’m just checking.” He moved to stand opposite me while Dr. Rainer injected the Anti-D into my arm.

  “While we are ‘just checking’ things, Dr. Rainer...” I looked at Bryce with a smirk. Yes, Alexis now has a smirk of her own. “Can you please inform Mr. Clark here, that it is perfectly fine to have sexual intercourse during pregnancy?”

  She laughed. “Yes, it’s perfectly safe. Alexis has a mucus plug that seals her cervix and helps guard the baby from infection. The amniotic sac and her strong uterine muscles will also keep baby safe. So go ahead, have as much sexual intercourse as you like.” She smiled at Bryce, and he seemed satisfied, so I smiled at her. I love you, Dr. Rainer. I then shot Bryce an ‘I told you so look’ as he helped me climb down from the bed.

  “Here is your blood test referral, Alexis. If you have any other questions please don’t hesitate to give me a call. I will see you in three weeks, okay?”

  Both of us thanked Dr. Rainer and made our way out of the clinic.

  ***

  I watched Bryce very closely as we drove home from my obstetrician’s office, having the incredible urge to launch myself on top of him. The problem with that was we were driving, and placing myself on his lap would prove not only to be dangerous but also slightly crazy. So I had to sit there—as horny as hell—and wait. Maybe I could just lean in and lick his one-day-old stubble, or nibble on his juicy ear lobe.

  Salivating and pulsating from what I knew was not far away, I decided to utilise the aggravating delay by carefully taking in everything about him.

  I spied what I normally spied when I looked at him: his sexy blonde hair that fell to his ears, his defined cheeks bones and jaw line, his soft thick lips, and that short delicious stubble. However, this time I also spied something new: a smile that was unlike his normal, fun-loving and heart-stoppingly cheeky smile. No, this smile was a new one—an excited one, an incredulous one, and an overall proud one. My sexy, Mr. I’m-Going-To-Be-Daddy Clark was simply over-the-moon happy, and he had the perfect smile to prove it.

  I was already incredibly turned on and horny as hell, but having to sit there and look at him with that particular expression on his face, had my sexual urge for him going through the roof. For the love of all fucks.

  I bit down on my lip—because I couldn’t bite his—and then swallowed heavily. “When we get home, I want a screaming orgasm, and seeing as I am not allowed to drink alcohol, I’m talking about the non-liquid version.”

  I licked my lips and waited for his reaction. He didn’t say anything, but I noticed his eye twitch.

  “When we get home, I am going to have my screaming orgasm by riding the fuck out of you in this Lexus.”

  This time he looked over slightly as I bit down on my finger nail. He returned his gaze back to the road only to grip the steering wheel tighter.

  “You have deprived your pregnant lover of the sex she has so desperately needed, and she is not happy, Mr. Clark. Nor is she going to wait a second longer once in your basement car park—”

  He interrupted. “Hunny, I did it for a reason.”

  “Bryce, you didn’t listen to me.”

  “Hunny, I wanted to be sure.”

  “Bryce, you didn’t listen to me.”

  “Hunny, I fucking love you and my baby so much. There was no way in hell I was going to put my dick and its needs ahead of you both.”

  “Bryce...” I waited for him to look at me.

  “What?”

  “I fucking love you and our baby so much too, so I forgive you. But...you are going to have to make it up to me for the next 24 hours. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” A small smile appeared across his face as he pressed his foot on the accelerator just a tiny bit harder.

  CHAPTER TWO

  I was already unbuttoning my shirt as we pulled into his garage.

  He didn’t bother parking the Lexus in its normal spot, instead, driving it to a stop just short of the elevator doors. I wrenched off my seat belt as he slid his seat back, clearly knowing I was about to climb on top of his lap—so I did. I was desperate for the feel of him inside of me, caressing me and stretching me. It had been almost two weeks since I had felt that. Two freakin’ weeks!

  Obviously, we had indulged in other forms of sexual release, and I had enjoyed all of them immensely, but the feeling I got when his rock hard cock was sliding in and out of me could never be outdone. It was not just the physical pleasure and sensation I felt when I completely surrounded him. No, it was far more in depth than that. Br
yce and I shared an unbreakable and undeniable connection that started at the very spot we both became one, and it travelled deep within me until it reached my heart and controlled it entirely.

  I placed my hands on either side of his face and kissed him with passionate force as he unclipped my not-so-sexy wireless maternity bra, releasing my swollen and fuller-than-usual breasts into his waiting hands. He groaned at their plumper feel.

  They had been tender of late, but what they were experiencing right at that moment when he tongued my nipples was pure relief. I swear to God, when you’re pregnant every single sense in your body is heightened, and my sense of touch and feel were no exception.

  The tip of his tongue traced small circles around my nipple, then he gently tugged at it with his teeth. Holy fuck. As his tongue continued its delicious assault, his hand firmly squeezed and massaged my other breast.

  He swapped his actions between both my breasts, giving them equal attention from his hands and mouth. I loved it, and in response, I began to rock my pelvis on top of his cock, which from its position underneath me had become more prominent. He groaned at my movement while continuing to worship my chest with his mouth, forcing me to drop my head back and let out the moan I know he liked.

  “Mmm, I fucking love you,” he mumbled.

  “Good.” I arrogantly replied. “You should.” I brought my head back up, smiling cheekily at him.

  He growled, then grabbed a hold of the back of my neck and pulled me forward to meet his mouth, while I lifted my hips just enough for him to pull down his jeans and free his mouth-watering erection.

  “Mmm,” I groaned as I wrapped my fingers around his warm, hard length.

  “Fuck, Alexis,” he slurred in response, as he pushed my skirt up around my stomach, revealing my underwear. Before I could say anything, he tightly gripped the top and swiftly ripped them apart with ease.

  The sheer erotic look on his face as he released me from them nearly tipped me over the edge. I will never get tired of watching him do that. I moaned again and lifted higher, waiting for his touch—which didn’t take long.

  He slowly trailed his finger over my clitoris, making my breasts even firmer than what they already were and my head drop forward to meet his. The feel of his finger as he dragged it back and forth was sensational, making me pant and breathe heavily, causing the windows in the car to fog over from my fierce exhalation.

  “Put your cock inside of me now!” I demanded, having now come to my absolute brink after two weeks without it. “I’m not waiting a second longer, Bryce.”

  He smirked salaciously and took hold of his erection, positioning the tip so that I could lower myself onto it. I placed both my hands on his shoulders and didn’t hesitate, dropping down, and instantly forcing a groan to escape us both. My hips sprung to life, immediately moving up and down his incredible length, the motion divinely plaguing my body with a sensation so heavenly delightful. In that moment I reaffirmed that yes, my heightened sense of touch was definitely my favourite perk of pregnancy.

  I gripped the back of his seat for balance and placed one hand against the roof, allowing me more control over my movements.

  “You have no fucking idea how much I have missed the feel of you, Alexis. I belong inside of you.”

  “Oh trust me. I know,” I moaned.

  Bryce’s head fell back against the seat, revealing the sexy veins in his neck. I leaned forward and dragged my tongue from his collarbone, over the veins and up to his mouth where I savoured the taste of him. Then, grabbing the back of my head, he pressed me into him and prolonged our hungry kiss.

  I broke away gasping, my eyes now widened with the urge to bring us both undone, so I replaced my hand against the roof and quickened my pace, pumping as hard and as quickly as I could—facilitating my rising orgasm.

  I felt his fingers grip my hips tightly, indicating he was right there with me. “Are you ready?” I asked breathlessly. “I can’t hold off any longer.”

  “Yes, Hunny. Now!”

  Without hesitation, I moved my hand from the roof and grabbed his head, pressing him to my mouth as he stiffened and released. Fuck, I have missed that.

  After screaming the relief of finally having a fuck-induced-orgasm, I massaged his tongue with my own and slowed down my movements.

  He released his grip on my hips and placed his hands on my arse. “Mmm, I love your arse,” he mumbled while gripping it tightly.

  “You won’t for long,” I mumbled back, as our tongues continued to caress one another’s.

  He pulled away with a confused expression on his face. “Why?” he chuckled. “What are you talking about?”

  “You won’t love it much longer because it is more than likely going to double in size.”

  My heart started to pound at the realisation of what I had just explained and from the knowledge of past experience that my body was soon going to balloon. Oh shit. I am going to resemble a beached whale. He is going to find me hideous.

  Look, I know they say you possess a radiant glow when you are pregnant and that you are the essence of beauty when carrying a child. Well, excuse me for bursting that incredibly bogus bubble, because when I was last pregnant, I felt nothing but frumpy, moody, sore and highly undesirable. Don’t get me wrong, I am not the type of person to degrade myself or put myself down, but in the past during my pregnancies, all self-esteem went out the window.

  He noticed my sudden dread and pulled my head in closer, kissing my neck as he spoke. “You are the most beautiful and exquisite creature I have ever laid eyes on. That is not going to change. Yes, you are going to grow in size, but that just means there will be more of you to worship and enjoy. And trust me, my love, I am going to worship and enjoy every single bit of you.”

  ***

  Bryce made good on my request that he make up for refusing to have sex with me for the past two weeks. Let’s just say the man has stamina and he was eager to exploit that talent many times throughout the day and night—my sexual deprivation being temporarily fulfilled.

  Both of us had made the decision not to inform anyone of my pregnancy, having no plan to do so for at least another month. With so much happening in our lives in recent times, announcing another addition to our family at that point would probably be just a bit too much for my children to have to comprehend. Deep down I knew they would be excited, especially Charli. I just didn’t want to overwhelm them any further for the time being, due to both of them having already had to dissect and cope with more than enough change in such a short space of time. My baby-bump was not yet visible, and the vomit-express only visited me once a day. So there were no obvious signs that I was harbouring a teeny-tiny human inside of me, therefore spilling the beans that I was expecting was not yet a necessity.

  Keeping our pregnancy quiet was terribly difficult though, because Bryce had obviously wanted the whole world to know our exciting news. He literally wanted to shout it from the roof top, and in fact, had done just that the night after he found out I was pregnant. Bryce had stood out on the balcony and shouted to the city skyline ‘I’m going to be a fucking dad’. He was over-the-moon happy, making me laugh as he repeated it over and over. But as excited as he was, he also knew that keeping it a secret for the time being was the right thing to do, which initially, had not been an easy task to accomplish. We would get comfortable mentioning it to each other when the kids were not around and then when they were in our company, minor slips of the tongue were irrepressibly spoken.

  Nate and Charli had been spending Saturday afternoon till Tuesday morning with Rick, their father, and Tuesday after school till Saturday afternoon with me and Bryce. I had found this arrangement terribly difficult at first, because I was not used to being away from my children for such a considerable amount of time. But this particular agreement wasn’t a strict schedule, and we could change it up whenever we wanted. This suited me just fine, as the nights I couldn’t tuck them into bed were absolutely dreadful, and I hated it.

  Being
away from my children for consecutive days on a regular basis had been challenging, possibly even the most challenging thing I have ever had to endure. But I continued to face life’s challenges, jumping over the hurdles that were put in place before me and, because of that, my hurdling skills were becoming world-class ranked. I also had to allow Rick to have his quality time with the kids. As hard as it had been for me—after finding out his sordid secret past—I had made the executive decision to bury my feelings of anger toward him for the sake of our children. The kids were innocent in this entire life changing situation, and keeping the peace so that they could adapt a little more easily was what I as their mother had to do—whether I wanted to or not. At the end of the day, Rick adored his children and they adored him back.

  Nate, however, still refused to meet his half-brother, RJ—Rick’s five-year-old love-child. He had been so hurt and upset after finding out his father had another son that he chose not to speak to Rick for days, having refused outright to have anything to do with either of them. During the past week though, Nate had relented just a little of his anger toward his dad, but was still adamant he wanted nothing to do with RJ. Charli, on the other hand, had met her half-brother very briefly during a trip to a cafe for a milkshake. She had mentioned to me afterwards that ‘he sort of looks like Daddy’, except RJ was not as tall, and ‘he doesn’t have little bits of hair on his face like Daddy does’. She had also said ‘he’s quiet’ and ‘he likes caramel’. I stopped asking questions after that.

  ***

  The kids no longer had to go to before and after school care when they were staying with us. Bryce had arranged for Danny to drive them to school and pick them up whenever I couldn’t. At first this bothered me a little, because Danny never signed up to chauffer my children to and from school. But he never complained, and both he and the kids seemed to get along really well, high fives being a regular thing between them all now.