Grunting my approval, I thrust in deep, burying my cock so hard in him that for a split second I thought we’d never come apart. My release filled his hole, leaking out to run down Paul’s thighs and onto the front of my jeans and still my cock emptied into him.
I was barely in control enough to catch myself and pull out as the base of my cock began to flare. Dropping to my elbows on either side of Paul’s quaking body, I dropped light kisses down his spine, realizing that we hadn’t even bothered to strip the exam gown from him. Not that I imagined it was going to matter given that he’d unloaded his spunk onto the sheets of the examination table, so, really, it wasn’t like the staff wasn’t going to know what we’d gotten up to.
Still, I didn’t want Paul to be any more self-conscious than he had to be.
I rifled through the drawers and found a pack of baby wipes. I cleaned Paul and then removed as much of the mess as I could from the cot before turning to the stack of clothes on the chair.
“Can you move?” I murmured in Paul’s ear, grinning when he shivered at my warm breath. “We should get you dressed.”
“I think you killed me,” Paul mumbled without opening his eyes. “That was amazing.”
I held back a laugh. “Do you have a medical kink or are you an exhibitionist?” I teased as I worked his briefs and jeans back up his prone body, tapping his butt when I needed him to lift his hips.
Paul snickered. “Neither. I’m quite sure I’ve got a serious freaking Sylas kink,” he snorted into the pillow. “Every time you’re near me, the wordnoflies right out the window.” Before I had time to worry about the implications as they applied to consent, Paul reached blindly for my hand and I gave it to him. Pulling it to his lips, he kissed my palm. “I am so glad you didn’t fall in love with Bari, after all.”
I felt my eyebrow creep up, but the doctor chose that moment to announce his return at the door, so I shook it off and turned my attention back to the matter at hand.
Chapter Seventeen
Paul
As the doctor re-entered my exam room, I knew I should have been disgusted with myself for the complete lack of control I had over my body -for fuck’s sake, I’d gotten horny with Sylas watching the doctor examine me, how sick was that? -but with both Sylas and the doctor acting as if everything was perfectly normal and the hefty boost of endorphins running through my body, I just couldn’t seem to care.
Those self-recriminations would probably come later, but at that moment I was much more interested in the slightly blurry black and white photo that the doctor had printed off for me.
“It’s so small,” I murmured, staring with rapt amazement at the outline of the tiny baby with its thumb stuck firmly in its mouth. “Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?”
The doctor hesitated. “Not conclusively,” he said with a gentle smile at the same time that Sylas spoke up.
“It’s a boy.”
The doctor turned to him in surprise and Sylas gave one of his usual self-conscious shrugs but didn’t back down his prediction. My heart clenched as I stared at the picture. “We’ll have to find a name for him. A good, strong name.”
Warmth flooded through me, boosting my happiness and I sighed, clutching the picture to my chest as Doctor Kalen handed Sylas a sheet of paper.
“Every indication is that your husband and the baby are both in excellent health,” the doctor announced with a smile. “If you’re right about the gender,” he paused and winked at me, “and the sires often are, you should be welcoming a perfectly healthy baby in six months, give or take a day or two.”
I was still in a daze as Sylas wrapped his arm around my waist and led me from the doctor’s office and helped me into the truck.
“You okay?” Sylas didn’t really sound concerned so much as amused.
“Thanks to you,” I said, the words slipping out before I thought about them. “I mean, yes. I’m fine.” I smoothed a corner of the picture where my tight grip had already wrinkled the thin paper and shook my head. “I guess I’m going to have to get a frame or something to keep from ruining this. Do we have time to stop at a dollar store or something?”
Sylas patted my knee and started the truck. “It’s getting a little late. I think I have something at the house that will work. If not, we can go to the store tomorrow, okay?”
“Perfect,” I agreed, settling back in my seat. “Honestly, I’m a little tired.”
Sylas chuckled. “I wonder why.”
I smacked his shoulder lightly, making him laugh again. “You’re mean.”
Sylas winked at me and blew me a kiss. “I’ll try to make it up to you when you’re not so tired.”
We were still laughing when he parked in the driveway. “Why don’t you go take a quick shower while I look for something for the picture?” he suggested.
“Sounds good,” I agreed with a relaxed sigh. “Being pregnant is exhausting.”
When I came back out forty-five minutes and an extremely hot, very soapy, very relaxing shower later, there was a gift bag on the kitchen table decorated with a teddy bear surrounded by a frame of pink and blue rattles and booties.
