Chapter 13 Brooks #2
I glanced at Dani, unwilling to answer for her. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes flicking between me and the doctor like she was weighing the pros and cons.
“Your call, kitten,” I said softly. “I’m good either way.”
She hesitated for another beat, then gave a small shrug. “We’re already here, right? Might as well find out.”
“Sounds good to me,” I said, my pulse kicking up for reasons I couldn’t quite explain.
Dr. Kong nodded and gestured for Dani to lie back. “I’m going to lift your gown up just a little bit.”
A moment later, the gel hit her skin, and Dani made a small noise of surprise. “Wow, that’s surprisingly warm.”
Dr. Kong laughed. “Warming gel,” she explained. “Best innovation in the past twenty years.”
The doctor moved the wand across her stomach with practiced ease, eyes scanning the monitor. The screen filled with shifting gray static until, slowly, the faint contours of a tiny body emerged. Arms, legs, head—imperfect but undeniable. My breath caught in my throat.
“There’s your baby,” Dr. Kong said warmly. “Heartbeat’s strong—152 beats per minute. That’s perfect.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. For all the conversations, all the plans, all the thinking ahead, nothing had made this feel more real than seeing that tiny body wriggling around in there.
“How cool is that?” Dani asked.
My eyes met hers with wonder. “Amazing.”
“Everything looks great,” Dr. Kong continued. “Now, let’s see if your little one wants to cooperate and give us a peek.”
The wand tilted, the image shifted, and I realized I was holding my breath. Dani’s fingers tightened around mine.
“Well,” Dr. Kong said after a moment, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Your baby is definitely not shy. I can say with complete certainty, you’re having a girl.”
The words hit me like a fastball straight to the heart. My grin was instant, wide enough to make my cheeks ache. “A girl,” I repeated, words tinged with awe. “I love girls.”
Dani let out a shaky laugh, her eyes glassy as she stared at the screen. “She’s so small,” she whispered, voice breaking on the last word.
“She’s perfect,” I corrected softly.
And she was.
I must have pictured a thousand different versions of our baby, but now I could see her—tiny and fierce, just like her mother.
Dr. Kong smiled at the two of us, then glanced at the door. “Congratulations to you both. Want me to make a recording for you?”
“Please,” I answered quickly.
Dani sniffled. “Thank you, doctor.”
She tapped a few buttons, and the machine began recording a short loop of the sonogram. The little figure on the screen kept moving, heart flickering, limbs shifting like she was trying to find the comfiest side of the uterus.
“I’ll step out and give you a moment,” Dr. Kong offered before slipping out, the quiet click of the latch leaving us alone in the small, warm room.
For a long beat, neither of us said anything. We just sat there, fingers still threaded together, our gazes fixed on the little girl flipping and kicking on the screen like she had all the time in the world.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was the steady, reassuring thump of our daughter’s heartbeat. Then Dani turned to me, eyes still wet, and something in her expression shifted—like whatever walls she’d been holding up had finally crumbled.
Before I could say a word, she launched herself forward and crashed her mouth to mine.
The kiss deepened fast—too fast—her fingers tangling in my hair and dragging me even closer. And still, it wasn’t enough. She twisted on the table without missing a beat, paper crunching with every move until finally, she could wrap one leg around my waist, locking us together.
We were clumsy and desperate, groaning between kisses, but there was no mistaking the heat sparking under the surface. Her mouth was hungry, demanding, teeth nipping my bottom lip before she soothed the sting with her tongue.
My fingers dug into her hips, sliding under the flimsy paper gown, inching closer to her heat, and then—
The ultrasound cart groaned under the weight of Dani’s other foot. She froze, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. “Whoops.”
We stared at each other, panting.
“Dani, I—”
“Don’t you dare stop,” she whispered, her voice shaky. Her hands fisted in my shirt, dragging me closer. “Please, Brooks, I need this. I’m on fire and I have been for weeks. Fucking make me come. Please.”
I searched her face, the flush in her cheeks, the intense determination burning in her eyes. She wasn’t kidding. This wasn’t just want—it was need, bone-deep and aching. My breath hitched, and for a heartbeat, I thought about telling her we couldn’t do this, at least not here.
But then her fingers curled tighter in the fabric at my chest, her forehead pressing to mine, and I knew I was already lost.
“You need me, kitten?”
“Yes.”
I flicked a finger through the tuft of dark curls at the top of her pussy, drawing a line down to her clit.
“You going to let me fuck this pussy with my fingers until you come?”
She groaned. “God, yes.”
With her legs still wrapped around my waist, I settled her upper body back until she was laid flat on the exam table. Her gown gaped open at the middle. I pushed the material up to her waist, baring her lower half to me.
“I’ve missed this gorgeous cunt.” I traced a finger along her outer lips, teasing, not quite dipping inside.
“Hurry, please.”
She arched her back, trying to push herself into my hand. Normally, I would’ve made her wait—beg—but desperate times called for a desperately fast finger fucking.
And I was all too happy to give it to her.
I pressed two thick fingers inside her, pressing them deep. “Goddamn,” I growled. I barely recognized my own voice. “You feel like hot fucking silk.”
Her head fell back against the table and a moan broke free.
“You gotta be quiet, kitten.” I flicked my thumb over her clit. “At least this first time.”
She nodded and reached above her head, bracing her palms against the wall to get the friction she needed.
There was no more talking after that.
The paper on the table crunched with every flick of my fingers. Our muffled moans and broken breaths filled the room. I curled my fingers inside her, stroking that swollen bundle of nerves, watching her eyes roll back and her jaw fall open.
Voices filtered in from the hallway, but I was well past caring.
“You’re close,” I said. It wasn’t a question.
She bit her lip and nodded. “Don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
I picked up the pace, adding a third finger to her channel and thrusting rhythmically. There was nothing practiced or measured about my technique. No, this was raw, primal.
And somehow, that made it hotter.
I pressed the heel of my palm against her clit and fucked her faster. Her pussy tightened around my fingers, and her entire body shook.
Almost there, kitten.
I watched the flush creep up her neck, her skin gleaming with a sheen of sweat, her lips red and plump.
Goddamn, I wanted to take her mouth. But not now. Not when her thighs were trembling around my waist. Not when she was too busy grinding against my hand, fucking my fingers like she had something to prove.
She was a fucking vision.
I couldn’t look away, not from her face or her tits bouncing beneath her paper gown or her hips flexing and moving with every stroke.
She was almost there. And because I was an impatient bastard—that, and I knew that we were working on borrowed time—I dropped my head forward, capturing her nipple through the thin gown.
“Oh, fuck.” She moaned. “I’m coming.”
“Good girl,” I gritted against her tit.
Her body arched off the table, her palms flattening hard against the wall as her orgasm tore through her. I pressed my free hand over her mouth, swallowing the cry that broke from her throat.
When I looked up, her head was thrown back, her whole body shuddering as pleasure crashed over her.
It took several long moments for her to come back down. And when she finally sagged against the table, the tension easing from her body, I pulled my fingers free. She gasped when I sucked them clean, licking them thoroughly the same way I longed to lick her pussy.
That would have to wait for later.
The ultrasound machine was still whirring, and we had maybe another thirty seconds before we risked getting caught. I tucked her gown back into place, trying—and failing—to ignore the way her pussy glistened.
I cupped her face, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her cheeks flushed, and she had the sated, content expression of a woman well-fucked.
I couldn’t help the smug smile that spread across my face.
She laughed softly. “Careful, your ego is showing.”
“It's not my fault you’re gorgeous when you come.”
My thumbs swept over her cheekbones, and I memorized the sight of her like this—messy, glowing, and mine.
“So . . . ,” she started, her voice softer now, a hint of pink creeping up her neck. “Where do we go from here?”
A slow, knowing grin tugged at my mouth. I leaned in, letting my lips brush her ear. “We go to my place,” I told her. “Because I’m not finished with you yet, kitten—not even close.”