He's So Fine (A BBW Stepbrother Romance) (20 page)

“Oh, baby, that feels so damn good. Suck it, Abby. Suck it.” Her head bobbed up and down as she twisted the bottom half of my cock with her hand and swallowed the rest. Her mouth was a hot living hell that I wanted to stay in forever. My hips rose with each downward sweep of her mouth and soon, I was fucking her face, faster and faster. She took me, over and over again, letting me bump against the back of her throat. My hand pressed down harder on the back of her head, but I didn’t force her, I allowed her to control the depths of my thrusts, but I wanted her to swallow my cum. I exploded and held her to me. “That’s it baby, drink me down. Get it all.”

Almost before I stopped convulsing between her sweet lips, I was forcing her back against the mattress, my hard body covering hers. I kissed her, sweeping my tongue into her mouth and tasting us together. Some men might consider that gross, but hell, if she was willing to swallow…

My fingers found her slit. “Did sucking me off make you wet, Abby?” I smiled down at her as I tested her readiness. I placed the head of my still hungry cock to her entrance, propping myself on my elbows to keep my weight from hurting her.

I moved my hips, easing further inside her. I moved until I was cupping her head with my hands, holding her still for another kiss. While I still wanted her with every fiber of my being, the urgency to have her, possess her, had turned into something softer and sweeter. At least for now. No doubt, my need to ravish her would return.

I kissed her with each gentle thrust of my hips until I was seated completely inside her. I’ve always taken control of my life, had to. But now I was scared shitless. What if I—

Before I could say what I wanted to say, she cupped my face with her soft hands. “I love you, Cage.”

Did she somehow know that I needed to hear that, right here, right now?

“I love you more than you will ever know, Abby.” Tears glistened in her eyes and I was man enough to admit that I felt a small tingle behind my own.

“Good.” A smile lit up her face that had to be brighter than the sun. “Now make love to me.” She moved her hips, grinding herself against me.

I clamped my hand around her hip. “No, wait. I need to say something else.” This was not how I had planned this. For once, I was going to embrace my father’s wealth and use the credit card he’d insisted that I take back at the marina. I was going to take her shopping this afternoon since we’d both run off without a change of clothing. I’d wanted to take her to dinner then go for a long walk on the beach and then ask her.

I realized none of that mattered. And who was I kidding, that whole romance thing wasn’t me. She’d see right through it. Through me.

Now, here, in bed, my cock so fucking hard inside her, that’s something we both understood. Need, hunger. Want.

“Marry me, baby.”

Her eyes rounded in shock.

Fuck, I thought. Had a completely misread her?

Tears fell from her eyes and I still didn’t know how she felt.

I leaned down and kissed them from her cheeks. “Don’t cry, Abby. We’ll—”

“Oh, Cage.”

I knew the words weren’t the requisite ‘yes’, but I knew I had my answer. I move my hips, taking her hard and deep as we loved each other with our bodies. Soon, nothing else in the world mattered except the woman in my arms and the love that I knew would surround us forever.

CAGE

The end of that summer three years ago had been the start of something good in my life. I’d fought the league’s golden boy and won. And then I’d won again, and again. I’d earned a boatload of money during the next two years as I’d finished school on-line. I’d gotten my diploma in the mail the day after Abby had walked across the stage to get hers. My dad had pulled some strings and I’d gotten accepted into medical school, despite some big gaps in my application. That had been my deep dark secret I’d kept from everyone for quite a long time—wanted to go to medical school. Abby had started her career in marketing.

Then Abby had scared the hell out of me when she’d shown me the pregnancy test with its two pink lines—two weeks after she’d known it was positive. She hadn’t wanted to burden me until she’d known for sure. I’d been mad as hell because she’d kept it from me. That night I’d smacked her ass until it was bright red before I’d taken her from behind and fucked us both into exhaustion. We were both happy.

So, so very happy.

I should have known that somehow I’d be punished. No one received an angel in their life without having to pay the devil his due. I knew I was bad to the bone. I deserved whatever life had to throw at me.

But Abby, didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve any of this.

“I don’t care about the goddamn baby, save my fucking wife!” My shout echoed off the labor room walls and I saw more than one nurse wince in sympathy. I didn’t want any damn sympathy, I wanted my wife, healthy and whole.

“Look, Mr. Montgomery, if you don’t calm down I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” I didn’t like this man. He wasn’t our regular obstetrician, just some blow Joe off the street covering the weekend shift.

I stalked toward him, reluctant to leave Abby’s side, but knowing I had to do something. My wife was not going to die. Not tonight. Not ever if I had anything to fucking do with it. I grabbed the posturing man by the neck of his scrubs and pulled him towards me, lifting him two inches off the floor. “And I’m going to fucking beat you to a bloody pulp if you don’t help my wife.”

I tightened my hold until he started to struggle for breath. I’d already heard one of the nurses call security when I’d started cursing. I wasn’t surprised when the door opened. I was shocked when my dad entered, wearing a pair of scrubs instead of his usual white coat.

“Cage. What’s going on here?”

My shock made me loosen my grip on the doctor and immediately he started to tattletale. I knew his type. Probably beaten up in the schoolyard by the class bully. That didn’t excuse the fact that he needed to help my wife.

My knees still weakened when I thought of our commitment to each other. The love that at times seemed like a living, breathing thing that flowed between us.

“Dr. Montgomery.” The man cleared his throat and straightened the neck of his scrubs, more concerned with his appearance than by the fact that Abby was struggling to bring our baby into the world. I realized that the nurses had converged on her bed and were working silently, ignoring the drama going on around them. At least someone was doing their damn job.

“This man is threatening—”

“That was no threat, jackass. That was a fucking promise,” I growled.

“That man is my son, Dr. Brown.”

The man took a step back, towards the door.

“Where’s Dr. Peterson?”

Before the asswipe could answer, one of the nurses spoke up. “She’s out of town.”

“Have you called Dr. Abbott?”

I recognized the name. She was in the same practice with Peterson, our regular doctor.

The nurse’s eyes widened and I realized this Abbot must be high up on the food chain. Another nurse scurried out of the room. “No, sir. Dr. Brown—”

“Is an incompetent doctor who will be going before an internal review board.” He threw the man a look I recognized. It was one I’d used a couple of times myself when an asshole had gotten on my last nerve.

“Dad.” I stepped forward, suddenly needing my father.

His hand cupped my shoulder and I felt his strength. We had a long way to go before our relationship was completely fixed. Our fledging bond that summer in the Hamptons had blossomed over the years, thanks to both Abby and her mother. I had no doubt Abby would be calling this the bonding moment of all moments.

Abby. My knees started to buckle. Abby was in trouble.

Before I could say anything else, the room seemed to explode into action as one of her monitor’s sounded an alarm. My dad strode forward, throwing questions left and right. Before I knew it, they were snapping the railings of her bed in place and rolling her out the door.

“What’s happening?” I turned to my dad, praying for once that I was putting my faith—and Abby’s life—in the right hands. His face was grim as he answered me.

“Abby needs an emergency C-section. It’s not uncommon with a first birth.”

His words didn’t reassure me. Not when the other doctor had basically told me I had to choose between the life of my unborn child and my wife. That he might not be able to save them both. And the blood. There had been so much blood.

My voice was low, almost non-existent when I answered. “He said I had to choose.”

“Not today, son. Not today. Abby and your child are both going to be fine.” We hadn’t wanted to know the sex of our baby, Abby wanted to be surprised. I’d argued with her, telling her we should be better prepared. She’d just looked at me and smiled, saying we would never be prepared for a baby.

“Promise?” I know I sounded like a four-year-old, asking his father to make an impossible promise like he’d never leave or that Santa was real.

“Promise. Now let’s go. Dr. Abbot is on her way.”

They took Abby one way and me in the other. A nurse handed me a pair of scrubs. I dropped them because my hands were shaking so badly. Some fucking bad ass I was now, I thought as I changed. I wasn’t sure if this was the best idea. If something happened to Abby and I was there, I’d do thousands of dollars’ worth of damage and maybe even manage to kill myself in the process. Because that’s what would fucking happen if Abby died. My hands shook and tears flooded my eyes. I ground my clenched fists into the sockets. She couldn’t die. She just couldn’t.

I heard someone behind me and turned, expecting to see a nurse or my dad. It was Abby’s mother. She looked so much like my wife at that moment I simply opened my arms and she stepped into them. We held each other tight as I pushed back the tears. I’m a fucking MMA fighter. Tough. Bad. Bad to the bone. And yet, I tried to fight back the waterworks.

“It’s going to be alright, Cage. I know it.” Julie pulled away and wiped the tears from her face. She was compassionate enough to look away so I could do the same.

“I know. I know. I have to believe that.”

Going into the operating room as surreal. Abby’s body was draped with green cloths, everywhere except the mound of her belly.  An oxygen mask was over her face helping her breath. She looked so frail and vulnerable that I wanted to order everyone out so I could protect her.

It seemed like hours before the doctor arrived, but I know it was only minutes and Dad was there, giving orders in a calm soothing voice.

If nothing else, after tonight he earned that title from me. Earned it by coming to my aid when I really needed him the most. I thought that had been when I was younger, a child, hungry and cold. Now I knew nothing I had ever suffered in my life mattered. This moment mattered. Abby mattered. Abby and my child.

Shit, I was about to become a father, I realized and felt my knees turn to rubber.

“You okay there, Cage?” My father’s eyes twinkled above the mask he wore as if he knew exactly what had put that pasty white look on my face.

“Yeah. Yeah.”

I stood at the head of Abby’s bed, my hand clenched around the one without the IV drip. The other held on tight to the edge of the bed to keep me from falling on my ass. The door opened and in walked the doctor we’d all been waiting for.

“Hi, Horace. I take it we have a problem.” I could see her eyes smiled a little when she greeted my dad, as if they were well acquainted. But her demeanor was totally professional as she took a scalpel and saved my wife and delivered our baby.

Abby was put under so she didn’t get to see our baby being born. But I did. It was the most awesome thing in the universe, I decided when I heard my child’s first squall. The baby skin was red and covered in a white substance that reminded me of cottage cheese. The doctor cut the cord and handed the baby off to a nurse.

When no one said anything, my heart stilled. “Dad?”

I took two steps forward, blinded by rage and anger and fear before his words stop me.

“It’s fine, son. She’s going to be okay, Cage.”

I knew I must have looked like a wild man. “She’s not going to die?”

“No, she’ll have a longer recovery than normal, but she’s fine.”

He motioned to the nurse who was holding the small, squirming bundle. The blanket was white with a solid pink line—and a solid blue line. It wasn’t as if I’d forgotten about the baby. I loved it—him, her—as much as Abby did, but Abby… I couldn’t exist without Abby.

I knew she would kick my butt when she found out how I’d acted. Now, I was just trying to keep my knees from buckling beneath me. I was a father. This, this was my son—or daughter.

I took two steps forward, then another until I felt like I was running across the room, trying to get to my child. “You have a beautiful baby girl,” the nurse said as she handed me the blanket wrapped bundle. I looked down and saw a red, scrunched up face as if she was ready to start crying.

“Hello, Emily,” I greeted my daughter with tears in my eyes. I wonder if that would her first memory of me. For some reason, it if was, it didn’t bother me. I wanted my child to know how much she was wanted and adored from her very first breath.

We’d already picked out names. I’d promised Abby I wouldn’t change them if she was still knocked out when they came around and asked. My heart stuttered thinking about what might have been. I touched the baby’s cheek and ran my finger over her clenched fist. She stilled in my arms.  I smiled, hoping I’d always have this magical touch. I doubted it, but a guy could dream, couldn’t he?

Knowing my wife was safe, holding our baby in my arms, I knew for a fact that some dreams did come true.