The Billionaire's Surrogate: A BWWM Pregnancy Love Story (24 page)

“
Hi.
I like that nickname,” she murmured.

“
Oh.
I’m so relieved,” Max said with a wry smile.

Christine picked up his
left hand. “What happened?” she asked. The bruises were
still visible where his knuckles had connected with Rudy’s eye.

“
Got
in a fight,” Max said shortly.

“
Uh
huh?” Christine said encouragingly.

“
You
should see the other guy,” Max evaded.

“
Black
eye?” she asked.

“
Yep,”
Max said with satisfaction.

“
Did
he deserve it?” Christine asked.

“
Absolutely,
one hundred percent.”

“
Wow,
that sure huh?”

“
Yep,”
Max said.

“
Okay
then enough with the one syllable conversations. How was the
meeting?”

“
The
meeting went well. We discussed new designs for the cars where we can
collaborate. It was productive. We’ll need to set up a division
in A&R to deal specifically with this batch of cars for next
season. It should be interesting.”

“
It
sounds fun,” Christine said ruefully.

Max smiled at her. “You
know if you want to join our A&R team all you have to do is say.”

“
Don’t
tempt me,” Christine said.

“
Come
on, we have far better benefits than that crappy job you have with
the city,” he coaxed.

“
Hey.
It's not a crappy job.”

“
Fine.
But you can do better is all I’m saying.”

“
Fine.
I’ll think about it.”

*****

Christine got back from
putting Gina down to find Max in the kitchen, cute apron in place,
serving dinner onto plates. Judging by the look of things or rather
the smell of them, it was quite a feast. There was no way Max had
time to cook it in the time it took her to bathe and put Gina down to
sleep.

“
Take
out?” she asked.

He grimaced, “I
was hoping you wouldn’t notice that part.”

“
Okay,
I’ll pretend I haven’t. Wow, lovely dinner you’ve
made there Max. I didn’t know you were such a culinary expert.”

“
Craddock
taught me,” Max said.

“
Craddock
did huh? That’s so great. I’ll be sure to compliment him
when he comes back from leave.”

“
You
do that. Sit sit,” he said as he pulled out a chair. She sat in
it, wondering if she should get up and maybe go change her shirt at
least. This was clearly supposed to be a date.

Max removed his apron
and put it aside and then sat across from her.

“
So,
I thought we would toast to two months of parenthood as well as six
months of me being without any symptoms,” he said producing a
bottle of non-alcoholic sparkling cider.

“
Yay
for us,” Christine said digging into the parmesan chicken and
rice. Max poured them both a glass and they toasted to two months of
parenthood. They drank and then toasted again to Max’s
continued wellness. Next, they toasted the disappearance of
inflammation on Christine’s left breast and then the fact that
breastfeeding was so awesome as a slimming agent. Their toasts
continued to get more extravagant and ridiculous even though the
cider was non-alcoholic, they still felt quite drunk on each other.
After the chicken and rice, Max produced a chocolate fudge cake so
rich it had Christine moaning in orgasmic delight.

“
You
are the most awesome husband ever,” she said.

“
Are
you glad you married me or what?” he asked.

“
Best
marriage of convenience ever,” Christine said raising her glass
and grinning. Max though, abruptly stopped smiling.

“
What?”
Christine asked.

“
I’d
like to think that we mean a bit more to each other than that,”
he said.

Christine stared in
surprise. “We do. Of course we do. We’re great friends
for one thing.”

“
Only
great friends?” Max asked.

“
And
awesome lovers,” Christine pointed out. Max still wasn’t
smiling. In fact, he was looking ever more miserable.

“
Do
you still love Rudy?” he asked seemingly out of the blue.

“
Of
course I don’t. Why would I?” she asked in surprise.

Max gave her a look.

“
Hey,
you can’t hold past transgressions against me. I was a young
innocent girl who didn’t know any better. Now I’m an old
lady with a kid. I have common sense now.”

“
That’s
great. So…you’re not in love with…anyone,”
Max said still with that strange look on his face.

“
Well…I
don’t know. I might be in love with you,” she said.

Max stared at her, “You
might be?”

“
I
might be. There is a strong possibility.”

“
What
makes you think that?” Max asked moving closer to her.

Christine shrugged.
“Well, it might be your thoughtfulness. You’re always so
solicitous of mine and Gina’s welfare. You look at me like I’m
the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen even when I know I’m
gross. You don’t complain about waking up in the middle of the
night to clean poop off your daughter. You love my grandma even more
than me…I could go on forever,” she said.

“
Well,
when you put it like that,” Max said with a shrug and a grin.

Christine looked at
him. “And what about you? Are you in love with anyone?”

Max shrugged. “I
might be too old for that kind of shit.”

“
Oh
really? Too old?” Christine asked.

“
Yeah
I mean, that sunshine and rainbows stuff…isn’t it for
eighteen year old virgins with pink rooms and teddy bears?”

Christine laughed. “Are
you trying to call me an eighteen year old virgin with a pink room
and teddy bears?”

“
Obviously
not.”

“
But
you want me to be in love with you…”

“
I
prefer to know I’m the only guy you’re thinking of. Is
that a crime?”

Christine shrugged, “I
guess not.”

Max put his hand on her
thigh, “Speaking of things I want…”

Christine smiled.
“Yes?” she prompted.

“
Come
to bed with me?”

*****

He carried her to the
bedroom and laid her down on the bed, looking down at her with that
look in his eyes that she loved.

“
You’re
beautiful,” he said.

“
Says
you,” she replied.

He climbed on top of
her, straddling her middle as he unbuttoned her shirt. She lay back
arms spread wide and let him have his way with her. As he opened her
shirt, he ran his fingers all over her skin, touching, squeezing,
savoring the feel of naked flesh under his hands again.

“
I’ve
missed this,” he said.

Christine smiled. “Me
too,” she said. He leaned down to kiss her and she opened for
him, taking him into her mouth and pulling him down on top of her
without so much as touching him with her hands. He leaned into her,
pressing his whole body down on top of hers, almost suffocating her.
But she didn’t protest the treatment. She wanted it. She wanted
him to claim her for himself in every way it was possible to.
Disengaging from his lips she looked up at him.

“
I
want you in my mouth,” she whispered. He stared at her in
surprise.

“
What?”
he asked, to be sure he’d heard right.

“
I.
want. You. In. my. Mouth,” she said slowly like he was
retarded.

Max didn’t have
to be told twice, he was off her in a trice and divesting himself of
his pants. Then he was back on her, straddling her chest this time as
he placed his penis against her mouth. She opened wide and let him in
and he pushed in as deep as he could go with a long drawn out moan
that spelled out her name.

“
Chriiistttiiine,”
he groaned.

She made no response as
her mouth was full of him. She sucked at him, first gently and then
more roughly. Running her tongue up and down and then around his
shaft, tasting every part of him.

“
Aaaahhh,”
he moaned as he arched into her mouth. He touched her mouth to make
her open wider just like she did when she was breastfeeding Gina and
it made her laugh. She did open her mouth though and he pulled out.

“
I
wanna come inside of you,” he whispered sliding down her body
and licking down her chest. His hands caressed the sides of her legs,
up and down, gently, creating currents of electricity all over her
body. She lifted her head to kiss him, savoring the taste of him in
her mouth and the hunger she could feel in his body. As she ran her
hands over his back she could feel the tenseness of his muscles,
straining toward her; his legs were shaking as they intertwined with
hers and his pelvis thrust forward of its own volition rubbing
against her with urgency.

“
I
think you’re the one not interested in foreplay this time,”
she murmured into his ear.

He laughed into her
skin. “You’re not wrong there. It has been too long.”

“
Thank
you for waiting until I was ready,” she said.

“
You
are so welcome,” Max replied covering her mouth with his and
sucking her tongue into his mouth. They kissed for a long time
enjoying the sensation of touch and taste even as they banked the
urgency stemming from the possibility of Gina waking up at any
moment.

“
Fuck
me Max,” she whispered. Max’s whole body shuddered.

“
God
I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he said into her neck.

“
I
want you to penetrate me, take me deep and hard, mark me. I want you
to do me so hard I’m walking funny for a week,” she
whispered into his ear. He moaned loudly, spreading her legs roughly
and pushing into her rough and hard.

“
Fuck
me till I can’t walk Max,” she continued and he let out a
pained sound, pounding her hard into the mattress. He was beyond
reason; his body just took over and he let it have its way, pumping
into her with no coordination or care; just letting his body take
them where it may.

“
Max,”
she groaned hoarsely. “Max my love, fuck me good.”

Her words seemed to
goad him to greater effort, he clutched the pillow on either side of
her and went to town on her. Working his hips like pistons so he
could go deep, driving her to extremes of feeling as she felt him so
far inside she worried he might never find his way out again.
Suddenly he flipped them over so she was straddling him and it was
she who was riding him. He lifted and dropped her onto him, arching
up to meet each thrust with a shove of his own.

“
Chris,”
he groaned mouth spread in a rictus of effort. “Chris,”
he said again and his whole back arched off the bed as she felt him
come inside her. Her body reacted to the inflow of fluid by clenching
tight around him and she shuddered to her own completion soon after.
They collapsed on the bed in a heap of languid satisfaction, smiling
with happiness.

For a moment they lay
there, unmoving, unable to so much as spare the energy to breathe.

“
Damn,”
Max said.

“
Yeah
I get it,” Christine replied turning her head to grin at him.
He looked back at her meeting her gleeful eyes with his. Suddenly the
laughter died out of his eyes and he stared at her seriously.

“
I
love you,” he said.

She stared at him, not
sure she had heard right.

“
Did
you hear me?” he asked.

“
You
don’t have to say that,” she said.

“
I
know I don’t have to. I want to. I mean it.”

“
You
do?” she asked.

“
Yes.
I do,” he said face so serious there was no way she could
mistake him.

Christine turned to
stare up at the ceiling.

“
I…don’t
know what to say,” she said.

“
I
understand if you don’t feel the same way,” Max said.
Christine turned to look at him again.

“
That’s
not it,” she said.

“
It's
not?”

“
No.”

“
Then
what is it?”

Christine smiled. “All
my life, I’ve wondered about myself you know? My mother
abandoned me, Rudy abandoned me…I wondered what it was about
me that was so unlovable.”

Max opened his mouth to
protest but she held up a hand to stop him talking.

“
I’ve
felt unlovable for a long time; I figured that having a child would
be the key to getting someone to love me unconditionally. I guess
that’s why I agreed without too much fuss when you asked. I was
ready for somebody to love me. I thought you and I would muddle along
together amicably, be civilized and polite, take tea with each other
and discuss our days, raise our child and call it a win,” she
said looking at him with a wry smile.

“
The
reality though…the reality has been something else again.
Something totally different. It's been…utopia. I know that’s
an extreme word to use but that’s how it has felt.
Like…perfect. I can’t really ask for more. I was
contented…”

“
And
now?” Max asked, wondering where the hell this was going.