He raises an eyebrow, feigning mock offense. “Come on, what? I thought I had to save that for the jizz cup?”
I stop in the doorway and narrow my eyes at him. “If you don’t get your smoking hot arse in the car right now, I’ll find someone else to jerk off, someone punctual.”
That gets him moving. He drops his toast like it’s radioactive and bolts toward me. “Don’t you dare offer those magical hands to anyone else. They belong to my cock and my cock only.” He nips at my earlobe, and I giggle, threading my fingers into his hair.
“You’re such a child sometimes,” I murmur, but I can’t stop smiling.
“And I love you too,” he whispers against my jaw, kissing me up to my lips before pulling back.
“Let’s go make a baby… or babies… whatever it is.”
“My tank is full and ready to roar,” Colt says proudly, grabbing my hand and dragging me out the door.
We arrive at the clinic and are guided into a small room by a nurse. It’s not what I expected. I’d pictured something seedy with dim lights, suspicious stains, posters of naked women, but it’s actually pristine. Sterile. Almost too clean. Still, the pile of well-thumbed adult magazines in the corner earns a side-eye from me. My stomach turns at the thought of how many men have been in here and what they’ve touched.
“Okay, Mr. Slade, Mrs. Slade,” the nurse says politely, handing over the cup. “Just try to collect as much as possible. Make sure nothing else gets in the container, and take as much time as you need. When you’re done, bring it to the counter.”
She smiles like this is all totally normal, and I guess for her, it is, but I’m still blushing like a schoolgirl when the door clicks shut behind her.
“Thanks,” Colt calls out with a grin. Then he turns to me. “So, Mrs. Slade, you ready to make a baby, or babies?” he says with a raised brow.
My embarrassment fades, replaced by something deeper.
Excitement.
Purpose.
Connection.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” I reply softly. “We’ve waited so long for this moment.”
He pulls me into his arms, his hands firm on my waist. Our bodies press together, and I feel his heart thudding in sync with mine.
“I love you, Dee. So much. And I can’t wait to create life with you. You’re going to be the best mum. Our baby’s going to know so much love.” His voice catches at the end, and I see the emotion flood his eyes. It sets mine off instantly. My bottom lip trembles, and I suddenly start crying.
“Hey,” he murmurs, cupping my face gently. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Do younotwant to do this?” There’s a tremble in his voice now, the fear bleeding through.
I shake my head quickly, tears falling faster. “Yes, of course I do. I’m just… I’m just so—”
“What, baby?”
“So fucking happy,” I blurt out between sobs, laughing and crying all at once.
Colt grins, and I feel his cock twitch against my stomach. “Oh, Dee. You know what your swearing does to me.” He kisses me, slow and soft, and I melt into him, letting the emotion pour out through every touch. I slide my hands into his hair, tugging him closer, breathing him in.
“You ready to do this?” I whisper against his lips.
He chuckles darkly. “I’m so ready. Can’t you feel my cock throbbing against your leg? C’mon, let’s make a baby.” He kisses me again, harder this time.
I trail one hand down his chest, reaching his belt and unfastening it with practiced ease. His zipper comes down, and his cock springs free, hard, hot, and heavy in my palm. I break the kiss just long enough to grab the cup, unscrewing the lid with my left hand while I keep him wrapped firmly in my right.
We lock eyes.
He nods.
I lean in, our mouths reconnecting as I stroke him slowly, teasingly. He moans into my mouth, and my own arousal sparks to life. I shouldn’t be turned on—we’re doing this for science—but it’s impossible not to be with the way he responds to my touch.
“Fuck, Dee… you turn me on so much,” he murmurs.
