Devoted - The Complete Series: A BWWM Romance Boxset (29 page)

“Don’t worry, with all the action you’ve been getting, it sounds like you’ll be giving birth before you know it.” I reassure her quietly. Kendra smiles unconvincingly and rubs her hand over her huge belly.

“I hope so, if not, Matthew better be rested up cause it’s gonna be a long night.”

“Well, desperate times call for desperate measures, right?” I tease her. I look down at my own belly and think about my own upcoming due date.
Hmmm, I wonder…

Bradley spreads the cocoa butter evenly over my baby bump, leaving a glistening sheen of warmth coating my belly. He’s careful not to stain my bra with the oil as he lovingly runs his fingers over my skin. I’m so lucky. “I feel for Kendra, I can’t imagine being overdue. I’m tired of being pregnant now! I bet you’ll be happy when I get my old figure back, I know I will.” I wiggle my toes and stretch my neck to try to see them over my big hump. “Give it to me straight, do I still have toes?”

Bradley laughs and looks down at my feet, “Well, I’ve been wondering how to tell you this for a while now, but some of them have fallen off in the last couple weeks.”

“I knew it! Are you still gonna love me when they’re all gone?” I look up at his hazel eyes, and my smile fades as I get drawn in by their magnetic pull.

“Brianna, I would love you no matter what. It doesn’t matter how your figure looks, or how old you get, or even how many toes you have,” his voice is soft and reassuring, “as long as I have you and our children, I’ll be a happy man.”

“Thank you,” I cast my eyes away, overwhelmed with the love I’m feeling for him. “You make me happy too, even when I’m as big as a house and feel about as sexy as a jar of whale blubber.”

“Whale blubber, eh? That’s not how it looks from where I’m sitting. I see the glowing caramel skin and the glossy hair of the woman carrying my baby. With her perfect lips,” he leans over me and kisses me as soft as a whisper in a summer breeze. “And those perfect eyes,” Bradley’s thumb grazes over my eyebrow and I look back up at him from under my eyelashes. “You look like a slice of heaven, not whale blubber.” I squirm as his eyes drift down over every inch of my body with the unmistakable glint of longing blazing in them. “God, you’re sexy. Just looking at you makes me hard.” I look down between his legs, he isn’t lying. The unmistakable bulge pressing against his pajama pants confirms his story. Bradley leans in and kisses the soft skin of my neck, but then stops abruptly.

“What’s wrong?”

“You know, I overheard you and Kendra talking about how sex can bring on labor, maybe I should keep my hands to myself? I don’t want to make the baby show up early.”

“Oh, that. Bradley, that’s just an old wives tale!” I wave my hand. “Kendra is just desperate, she’ll try anything at this point.”

I can see that he doesn’t need much convincing, he accepts my answer readily and goes back to slowly tasting my lips as our tongues tease each other in a sweet dance. Bradley drags his lips down over my chin and down to the hollow of my neck, the heat of his breath lingering on my skin. He kisses down over my breasts, but leaves my bra in place and continues dragging his lips down. I watch as he kisses a trail of quick kisses over my shiny belly, climbing up one side and disappearing down the other as his head ducks down to the fabric of my panties.

I moan and roll my hips forward as his fingers slip beneath the sheer fabric, and he slides them down my legs letting them fall from his fingertips to the floor without taking his eyes off my wet pussy. His hazel eyes burn with desire as I watch him dip down out of sight again. Bradley slowly pushes his tongue in past my lips, opening me like a flower and savors my nectar. I throw my head back into the pillow and relish in the delight as he kisses me softly, his tongue flattening against my sensitive nub. Pure electric heat rushes over my skin as he over me again and again until I’m covering my mouth with both of my hands to keep myself from screaming with ecstasy. I laugh when his head reappears over my belly, it feels so absurd that he can hide behind my bump.

I shimmy up on my pillow, using my elbows to prop me up and watch as he pulls the waistband of his pajama pants over his hard member. A smile spreads over my lips as I watch as it sways a little when he throws them to the floor. Settling between my legs, he kneels in front of me and guides his thick member to my entrance. He slides just the tip inside my mound and slips it up and down the length of my pussy, coating his cock with my juices. Bradley’s eyes lock with mine and beyond the desire I can see something else shining through; love. We keep our gaze steady as he slowly slides his shaft into me, making me feel full inside.

Since I’ve met Bradley, we’ve had some of the hottest sex I’ve ever experienced. The way he dominates in the bedroom is like no man I’ve ever met, but tonight as he makes love to me, I see a different side to him. The tenderness in his touch is strangely erotic in a way that I’ve never experienced before. Just being able to feel how much he loves me through his skin, in his kisses and in his touch brings me close to the edge.

As we climax, I feel like we are the only two people in the world. When he pulls out, he drops down on the pillow beside me and cups my cheek, guiding my face to his. His kiss is like honey, sweet and simple. I nuzzle into his chest as he wraps his arms around me, so the only sound I can hear in the world is his beating heart. “I love you, Brianna. That won’t change until the day I die.”

“I love you too, Bradley.” I murmur against his chest, breathing in his masculine scent. With the heat of his body pressed against me and his heartbeat playing a lullaby, it isn’t long until my eyelids grow heavy and I drift off into a deep, relaxing sleep.

Chapter Eight

Bradley

“Bradley?” I squint my eyes under the harsh bedroom light.
Christ, what time is it?
I glance over at the clock on the night stand, it laughs in my face with it’s
3 am
readout.
What the hell?

“Bradley! I need you to get up, please. Brianna is standing at the foot of our bed with panic painted on her face. Instantly my mind reacts like I’ve been mainlined a dose of caffeine.

“What’s wrong? What’s going on?” In two seconds, my mind has already started throwing out worse case scenarios about Brianna, the baby, and Brooklyn.

“I think I’m in labor. Like my water just broke and…” as if to prove her point, she crumples forward, squeezing her eyes shut tight as she leans on the bed for support. I join her, putting my arms around her and feel a shudder of tension run down through every muscle in her body. “We… need… hospital.” She spits out her words like each one is it’s own sentence.

“Ok, just hang tight. I’m going to get everything ready.” I push down the part of my mind screaming at me to panic and listen to the rational part that instructs me to go grab the overnight bag we’ve already packed. Throwing the bag over my shoulder, I check in with Brianna before leaving the room to call a driver. Dropping the bag by the door, I go find the little backpack we have prepared for Brooklyn and toss it down beside the overnight bag.

“Brianna, did you maybe want to put on some clothes? Or a robe or something? I’ll give you a hand.” I look around the room for the least difficult thing to dress her in.

“I can get myself dressed, don’t worry. Just get everything else done.” She smiles weakly but manages to walk over to the closet without any struggle. I throw on some jeans and a t-shirt before popping into Brooklyn’s room.

“Brooklyn? Baby?” I softly call out. However speaking softly isn’t going to cut it when the kid sleeps like a damned rock.

I pick her up from her little bed making her eyes flutter open in surprise. “Braddy? What are you doing?”

“We need to get ready to go to the hospital, ok? The baby is on the way. You’re gonna be a big sister soon.”

A huge smile bursts out across her face and as soon as her feet hit the floor she races over to her dresser. Pulling out the large bottom drawer, she tugs on a shirt until it comes free and holds it up proudly, “I want to wear this one, please!” She waves the ‘Awesome Big Sister’ shirt like a national flag.

“Sure, no problem.” I can’t help but smile despite my nervousness. “Let’s get it on quick, though, we have to get moving.”

Within fifteen minutes, I’ve somehow managed to get my two-year-old, her annoying car-seat and my fiancee whose body is being wracked by contractions into the car. If that isn’t some kind of miracle, I don’t know what is.

“How are you holding up?” I rub Brianna’s shoulder, but she smacks my hand away as the pain of another contraction assaults her.

“Braddy, what’s wrong with Brianna?” Brooklyn’s eyes are wide with wonder.

“Don’t worry, Brooklyn. This is just how babies are born. Everything is gonna be just fine.” I smile at her and then look back to Brianna, hoping that my words aren’t lies.

The driver barely hits the brakes in front of the hospital when I fling open the car door. I quickly spot some wheelchairs just inside the doors of the building and wheel one to the car. I race around to the other door and yank it open, holding Brianna’s hand to steady her as she makes her way out of the vehicle. Once she’s seated, I unstrap Brooklyn and manage to carry her in one arm while I push the chair with the other.

The hospital is eerily quiet at this time of day. The only soul up right now seems to be the janitor. He appears to be in his own world as he buffs the floor back and forth. Once we’re in the elevator I put Brooklyn down and offer a hand to each of my girls. As soon as the doors open with a mechanical beep, I feel a sense of relief. We made it. No emergency, back-seat births for this family. Thank you, Lord. Brianna grits her teeth and scrunches her face as she clings onto the arms of the chair while another contraction attacks her. Picking up Brooklyn, I step up my pace and get us to the maternity desk to check us in.

Even though I’m relieved that everything is working out so far, I also have a sense of dread for what’s about to come. I know that shit is about to get real, and I need to do whatever I can to help Brianna through it.

Chapter Nine

Brianna

I must have been outta my damned mind if I thought I was gonna have a drug-free birth.