Surreal (Divine Trilogy #3) (34 page)

Twelve hours later . . .

Erin was past all points of modesty or decorum. She had given over to begging for drugs. Her new alter-ego had ripped a fresh, new asshole out of every person who had come into her room, and Jayden was covering his crotch at every opportunity.

Smart move, asshole. I will be taking your cock if you ever try to come near me with it again!

Thirty-six hours into labor . . .

Erin was on her back, her legs spread wide by the stirrups while Dr. Ellison sat between them on her little rolling swivel stool. Jayden had his arm around Erin’s upper back, helping her roll forward so she could push—and push some more. Members of the NICU staff were standing off to the side with two bassinets, waiting to get to work.

“Give us one more good one, Erin. You’re doing beautiful, kiddo! The head is almost through, and once we get this one out, the next one will be a breeze!” While Dr. Ellison’s routine was appreciated, sort of, it was no longer working. Erin was beyond exhausted and had no idea how she was going to finish this.

“I can’t! I just can’t anymore.” The woman sobbed into her husband’s chest, wanting to quit, to be done with it all. She hurt everywhere, felt slimy and gross, and was so very tired.

“Yes, you can, Catherine,” Jayden whispered into her ear suddenly. “You can, and you will,” he continued, his tone low and calm. “It’s almost here . . . come on, Catherine, show me our baby,” her Dom commanded, and just like that, a mental switch was thrown.

Catherine
had
to serve her Master. She had to do what he asked because servicing him was what she lived for. She took a deep breath and bore down, channeling all her focus into her laboring body. Searing pain unlike any she’d ever felt before shot through her, sending little colored dots skittering across her vision, but Catherine kept pushing.

“We have a gorgeous baby girl!” called Dr. Ellison, and Catherine exhaled, then burst into tears. “Daddy, would you like to cut the cord?”

She managed to lift her weary eyes up to his face and watched him nod, silent while he stared down at the wiggling bundle in the doctor’s hands.

“Well, get over here. We’ve only got a minute or two before Baby B will be ready.”

His lips pressed against hers all at once, and then they were gone while he hurried to join the doctor between her legs.

The tears free-flowed down the new mother’s cheeks at the sounds of tiny squeals and cries. She hadn’t seen her daughter yet, but Erin knew she would be beautiful and perfect. Baby A was whisked away for her APGAR assessment, and Jayden made it back to Catherine’s side as the next excruciating contraction overtook her. Falling limp into his arms, Erin shook her head. “Please, just get it out,” she whimpered, the exhaustion catching up to her.

“Catherine.”

Her reply was automatic. “Aye, Master?”

“I know you’re ready to crash, jewel. We just need a little more from you.
I
need you to do this.”

With a slow nod, the laboring woman willed herself to curl forward. Pain ripped through her abdomen, and she lapsed into a series of heavy pants and exhalations.
Oh, god. Did I just poop on Holly?

“
Cailin maith
.” His hot breath whispered across her neck, distracting her, and then his mouth was on hers, breathing new life—new energy—into Catherine. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark and shiny. “You
can
do this.”

Catherine locked onto his stare . . . and pushed.

“There ya go, Erin!” Dr. Ellison cheered the patient on while the pressure built to an almost intolerable level, then released on a wave of searing hot pain seconds before everything went numb.

“And we have another baby girl!”

With an exaggerated sigh, Erin started laughing. “We did it!”

Jayden stroked her cheek, “Yes, sweet girl, you did. You are so very amazing.” Wetness collected in the brim of his eyes.

“Are you two lovebirds ready to meet your daughters?” Holly’s voice was muffled while she snipped the second cord, then cleaned and sutured Erin.

Our daughters. We did this together.
No other thought mattered.

While he wiped her forehead with a cool cloth and helped her get some water, the nurses cleaned up the babies then brought them over to the bed. Jayden rested his hip against Erin’s when Baby A was placed in his arms and Baby B was placed in hers. The teeny thing immediately started rooting against her chest and she tugged down her gown, thankful that she’d been there when Natalie’s lactation specialist had shown her what to do after Matthew was born. Little B latched onto her nipple and started sucking like a champ.

Amused, Erin could tell Jayden was torn between watching Little B nurse and looking down at the bundle in his own arms. His attention was demanded by the little female when a tiny squawk came from the blanket.

He laughed softly. “I think this one’s hungry, too. Are you up to serving more than one, sweet girl?” he asked with a tenderness that made her tear up again.

Stupid hormones
. “Can you help me?”

“Of course,” her husband replied and walked around the bed to the opposite side. He slipped the other side of her gown down, then helped angle their daughter in against Erin’s chest. Jayden perched himself on the bed again so that he could support the babe’s head while she found the nipple and latched on.

The sensation from both of them nursing in tandem was hypnotic. The new mother was at peace while she looked down at the tiny red faces of her children.

Once the placentas were delivered, Dr. Ellison finished up between Erin’s legs and pulled her gloves off. “You did fantastic, kiddo. Not only with the delivery, but with the cooking of those two. I can’t remember the last time I saw such pretty babies,” she said with sincerity. “Do you have names picked out?”

“Yeah, some of us have been wondering the same thing.” Woody came into the room with Matthew planted on his hip and Jillian at his heel, and in spite of her delirium, Erin felt her energy renew. A huge smile broke out on her face. Paige must've called them after she and Jayden had rushed out of the house all those hours ago. How fortunate that she and Sir Landon had been on hand to keep Matthew while they went to the hospital.

“Hi, Da, Jillian. Come meet your granddaughters.”

“About time you enlighten an old man. And did you say granddaughters? Two girls, then?”

Erin looked up at Jayden to find a proud smile transforming his face. They’d been waiting for this chance. He reached over and stroked the top of each of their daughters’ heads in turn.

As their hair dried, the baby on her right was proving to have dark brown. The miniscule girl blinked her eyes open, and they were a dark blue.

Dr. Ellison leaned over for a gander before looking at each of Erin and Jayden’s faces. “Eyes like that usually end up green,” she commented with a wink at the Irish lass.

The baby on Erin’s left had blue-brown eyes, however, and a crazy shock of red hair on top of her head. With a nod to Jayden, Erin let him know it was his call to make. They had picked four names in preparation of this—two boys and two girls.

His fingertip caressed the cheek of their redheaded baby. “I think this little beauty is Brianna Eilene Masterson,” he said before bestowing the same loving gesture on their brown-headed baby. “And this lovely lady is Bryce Jillian Masterson.”

Erin piped up, “Brie and Jill for short.”

Dr. Ellison smiled. “I love them, great choices. Good work, kids, both of you. Alas, I need to get out of here and get your chart written up. The nurse will be in and out to check on you, but don’t hesitate to use the call button if you need anything.”

As she turned to leave, Erin called out to her: “Dr. Ellison . . .”

Holly looked back. “Yes, dear?”

“Thank you . . . for everything. We couldn’t have had this moment without you.”

She smiled, her eyes lighting up. “It’s been a delight, Erin.”

Jayden snuggled deeper into her side. Somehow, they all fit on the twin-sized hospital bed—their happy family. Matthew had his head on Woody’s chest, a quiet awe in his expression while he sucked on his fingers and stared down at Erin and the suckling babes.

Heads touching, Jayden and Erin looked down at their beautiful little girls. Brianna and Bryce were the unsubstantiated proof that they could live a balanced life—one with vanilla
and
kink. Conceived when Jayden and Erin gave their love freely to one another, but born because he’d had the strength to be her Master and call forth Erin’s submission when she needed it. These children were their future.

She gave him a tired but content smile while the babes nursed and whispered, “Divine.”

Knowing just what his jewel would always need, his calming, warm breath teased Erin’s earlobe when he whispered into it, “Surreal.”

~Fin~

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The Micah Sanders Story

~a companion novella to the Divine Trilogy by R.E. Hargrave~

EXCERPT:

About a week passed after Micah’s forced performance before Chase came to him again. It had been several days of pure hell for the confused teen.
Why had he enjoyed the way they’d treated him? How had it been possible for him to masturbate like that? Were any of them going to tell Mr. Salazar?

The questions raced through his mind on repeat, sometimes shifting slightly, but all coming down to one bottom line. Micah was gay, and there was . . .
something
he needed, though he could not quite put his finger on what it was.

When Chase found Micah again, it was in the library—or what passed for the library at the home. It was a small room, about eight by ten feet, with three mismatched assemble-at-home book cases, a round table with two chairs, and a loveseat. The loveseat had seen better days and sagged deeply in the middle.

When the doorknob turned, Micah hurried to shove the book he’d been reading under his butt. He’d just calmed himself and hoped he appeared normal, when Chase crossed over the threshold, closing the door behind him and locking it. Micah gulped.

“H-hello, Chase. Can I help you with something?” As much as he hated it, Micah’s heart was pounding, trying to escape its physical confines knowing he was trapped in there with the older boy. For the first time, Chase said nothing, just stared Micah down. So Micah did the same, taking in what a physically appealing person Chase was, he found his body reacting.

Chase Hamilton had come to the home at the age of eight after being taken away from his parents. Micah never learned why. He’d been bigger than the other kids, even back then. Now, Chase stood just under six feet and had a shoulder span of about two. Tall and broad, shadowy stubble indicative of inky hair, piercing green eyes, and exotic dark skin, Chase caused Micah’s pulse to race.

“Show me the book.”

Spoken just above a whisper, the words oozed with authority, and Micah felt compelled to obey them. Sliding his hand beneath him, he found the tattered book and withdrew it to proffer to Chase.

Chase moved forward without a sound, eyes fixed on Micah. Without breaking their gaze, he reached down and took the book from Micah’s outstretched hand. Not until the last second did he look away, to glance at the cover for a moment before tossing it down and looking back to Micah.

“Why do you read those?”

“They’re exciting,” Micah answered with honesty.

“How?”

Bewildered, the teen tipped his head to the side. “Have you not read a story that sucks you in and makes you forget about the troubles around you? Gives you a chance to be someone else, somewhere else?”

“My reading’s not so good. I don’t do it unless I hafta.”

“Oh.”

What could Micah say to that? He wasn’t going to laugh at Chase, for there was nothing funny about illiteracy. A damn shame is what it was. Had Chase been adopted and cared about, somebody would’ve noticed his problem early on and helped him with it. An idea came to him.

“I could help you.”

Chase’s head snapped Micah’s direction, and his cherry red lips parted to say something, but he stopped. “Why would you do that? I’ve been mean to you for years, and then, well, the other day—”

“Was exciting,” blurted Micah before slapping his hand over his mouth in shock. He had no clue what had prompted him to reveal that bit of information.

Those red lips parted again, and Chase’s tongue snuck out to lick them. “Why? Weren’t you afraid?”

Ever so slowly, Micah nodded his head. “That was part of the excitement, though. And I want to help because I don’t blame you . . . for being, you know, the way you are. We’re all stuck in this shit together.”

At that, Chase laughed, the tension in his shoulders relaxing while he took a seat next to Micah on the loveseat. “Yeah, not like we got much of a choice in the matter, did we?”

Chase wasn’t such a bad guy away from the others. Micah leaned over and nudged him with his shoulder. “Want to start now?”

“You’re serious?”

Micah freed his lanky form from the couch by rocking forward and falling onto the floor. On his hands and knees, he retrieved the book. When he turned around, he found Chase staring at him again.

“Do you like dick?”

That caught Micah off guard. “Um, honestly?” he hedged, and Chase nodded. “I don’t know for sure, but I think so.”

“Oh.” Chase’s eyes darted to the book in Micah’s lap.

Micah gulped, not believing he was about to ask the same. “Do you?”

“What? No! I’m not some freaky fag . . .” Chase trailed off at the pointed look Micah was blasting at him.

“I’m . . . I’m sorry, man. Truth is, like you, I don’t know. Spent too many years having to shower amongst swinging dicks. I don’t fucking know!” He threw his body against the back the couch, and it squealed as the legs dragged over the wood floor from the force.

“What about the girls I always see you talking to at school?”

“They always shoot me down. Nobody wants to date the orphan.”

Micah felt a spot inside him softening for Chase. “Wow.”

“Yeah, anyways. I don’t wanna talk about it anymore. Tell me what that book’s about. What kind of title is
Enslaved at Sunset
?”

Feeling his cheeks warm, Micah felt shy all of a sudden. “Um, well, maybe I could read a bit of it to you?” At Chase’s nod, Micah wet his lips, then cleared his throat to begin after opening to a random page.

The gilded sheik stood from his jeweled throne and moved to stand next to her trembling husband. While the ropes dug into her skin, scratching her naked bosom, Sarah watched on with horrified fascination as the foreigner adjusted the fasteners on his billowing pants to reveal a long, limp penis. The tip looked nothing like her Henry’s phallus, not until the sheik took himself in hand and began stroking it. To her amazement, as he thickened, he also lengthened, and the loose skin at the end stretched tight to reveal a glorious, bulbous head—

Chase started coughing, choking in shock. “Jesus, Micah! That’s exciting to you, and you aren’t sure if you like dick or not? I’d say it’s pretty fucking clear you do.”

Feeling berated by Chase’s reaction made something inside Micah ‘switch.’ A sudden desire to make amends, to correct his discretion and earn Chase’s approval came over him. He dropped his eyes to the floor and mumbled an apology before getting up from the floor. Micah had just reached the door when Chase called to him.

“You want to suck my dick, don’t you?”

He froze with his hand on the knob, shame and arousal flaring to life within him at the same time. Why did this have to be so hard? He’d tried to be nice, but Chase was still making fun of him, teasing Micah for his own selfish gratification. Finding an inner strength, he decided to call Chase on his offer to scare a lesson into him.

Turning, Micah fixed a heated glare on Chase. “What if I do?” His heart managed to thump several times while he held his breath, awaiting the other teen’s reaction. He wasn’t prepared for what came, and it took him a moment to jump into action, but once he did, he didn’t look back.

“Then I’d say get back on your knees and get my dick in your mouth, little boy.”

*~*~*