Calamity Rayne Knocked Up (Calamity Rayne #4)

1. You Can’t Make a Baby That Way

You Can’t Make a Baby That Way

M y knees pressed into the carpet as my throat relaxed, allowing him to slide deeper.

“That’s it, baby.” Hale’s hand fisted my hair, angling my head back as he took complete control. “God, your mouth feels incredible,” he growled, hips pistoning faster and faster as I moaned around his thick cock. “Fuck, Rayne, I’m going to come.”

Alarm bells roared in my head, and my eyes went wide. I shoved back at his thrusting hips, but his fingers knotted tighter in my hair.

“That’s it. Take it like a fucking good girl. My good girl. ”

“ Granlgeh !” A garbled sound of distress escaped my throat, but the swollen head of his cock shoved it back down, so I pinched him.

“Ow!” He stiffened and stilled. “What the hell was that for?”

Ripping my mouth free, I bolted to my feet and shoved him onto the bed. Hale’s naked body sprawled across the rumpled covers like a work of art, and I climbed his body like a squirrel racing to its nest—my main goal to get that nut.

“Don’t come!”

“Jesus, Rayne! I think your teeth cut my dick— whoa— take it easy!”

“No time.” I straddled him faster than an old Hollywood western, aligning our bodies and taking him to the hilt. “Go ahead.”

His face contorted in a twist of pain and pleasure and he grunted.

“We’re good now.” When he just looked up at me with the confused face of a battered husband who had just been denied an orgasm and tackled to his back and mounted like a mechanical bull, I realized I could have been a tad more tactful, so I softened my smile and angled my body in a more feminine position—tits out and whatnot. “Hale, I’m ready now. ”

“I…” His enthusiasm flagged. “What just happened?”

“You were going to come.” Planting a hand on his chest, I started to ride him so he didn’t lose his erection. “You can do it now.” His brow creased when I directed his hand to my crotch. “The success rates are higher if the woman comes, so…get busy.”

“Get busy ?”

“Yes. Start rubbing.” Sex was the extent of my cardio, and I was already panting while Hale was just lying there. “Hale, a little help, please.”

“Give me a second to find my bearings, Rayne. Two seconds ago, I was enjoying a blowjob, and now?—”

“The books say there’s a higher chance of conception if the woman comes.” My legs were already tired, and I was ready to wrap this up. “Blowjobs don’t make babies.” Gah! Being on top was too much work. “I thought you had to come.”

“This is a lot of pressure.”

“Seriously?” I rode him like a jockey on Sea Biscuit. “I’m the one in a sweat. Feel free to jump in the game at any time.”

“Rayne, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind when we discussed trying.”

“Speaking of trying, could you?” I waved a hand at the front of my body. He could at least grab my boobs.

He dropped his head back. “You seem to have everything under control.”

“Hale!”

“ What?”

“Do something before I get a charley horse, and this ride ends.”

“You can’t just bark out orders in bed, Rayne. It doesn’t work that way.”

“Why not?” My leg was starting to cramp. “You’re always barking them at me.” I impersonated his bedroom voice, “Deeper, Rayne. That’s it, baby, open wide for me. That’s a good little wife. Take it all the way down. It’s your turn to be a good little husband and put a baby in me.”

Rolling his eyes, he toppled me off of him. I yelped in surprise as he pinned me to the bed, his large hands capturing my wrists over my head. “ Little is never the word to describe your husband, Mrs. Davenport.” He shoved his length deep and I gasped. “I call the shots. I’m in control.”

I nodded quickly, recognizing that possessive gleam in his gunmetal eyes. “Yes, sir. ”

He thrust again and we both moaned but then he was gone, pulling out of my body as his weight vanished. “Don’t move.”

“Wait. Where are you?—”

“What did the doctor say about too much pressure?”

“Not to use water-based lube?”

His mouth firmed into a flat line. “Not that kind of pressure.”

I sighed. “He said it’ll happen when we’re both relaxed.”

“And do you feel relaxed?”

I took a quick inventory of my body. “Sort of?”

“You have to stop thinking about conception, Rayne. Just enjoy it.”

I never expected this much tension between us, but making a baby was a lot more complicated than I thought. Girls in high school got knocked up left and right without trying. I honestly thought this would be the easiest part of parenting, but boy was I wrong.

He brushed the back of his knuckles down my cheek. “Baby, you need to relax.”

Relaxed seemed too close to lazy, and when I got lazy, I tended to procrastinate. It had already been thirteen months since we started trying. We needed to throw some fuel on this fire and start cooking, but first, we needed to get an actual bun in the oven.

My gaze drifted to his cock, which appeared to be softening. Oh my God, I was killing his penis!

“Rayne. Eyes on me.”

My gaze snapped to his. “Fine, I’m not relaxed, but you’re not even turned on.”

He caught my jaw. “Is that what you think?”

My breath quickened. When he used that commanding tone, my insides melted like butter. “I don’t know.”

His large hand slid down the column of my throat with a sense of total ownership. His stare remained locked with mine as his fingers trailed down my chest and fondled my nipple. “Tell me again that you think I’m not turned on.”

My gaze darted to his swollen cock. Well, that sure recovered quickly. “My mistake.”

“Yes, your mistake. When it comes to being turned on by you, it only takes one thought and I’m there, baby.” His hand slid lower, and he wrenched my knees apart, dragging his hand right to my bajingo. “Understand?”

“Yes.” He sank a finger inside of my heat and I sighed.

Hale’s touch always unraveled me. When his thumb grazed my clit, my hips tipped forward, begging for more.

“That’s a good girl.” He pumped his fingers in and out, drawing me back into the moment and closer to that pesky orgasm I’d been chasing. “Now, isn’t this better? When I’m in control, you’re always satisfied.”

“True,” I breathed, my body coiling tighter and tighter as the pressure built. What he was doing felt really good, but… “Hale…” I panted, getting closer. “I’m supposed to come with you inside of me.”

He wedged two fingers deep and teased that secret spot that made me lose control. “Feels like I’m inside of you now.”

“Yeah, but…” Damn, his fingers were getting it done. “But…We gotta grab the bull by the horns?—”

His touch disappeared, and his lips pressed to my mouth, silencing me with a bruising kiss. “Listen to me, you beautiful hurricane.” His fingers cupped my jaw and I could scent my arousal on his touch. “There will be no grabbing of horns. There will be no talk of ovulation. There will be no references to implantation, sperm, or uterine lining while we are in this bed. Do you understand?”

I nodded. “But if we want— umph. ”

He covered my mouth. “I’m not finished. There will still be blowjobs. I will eat your pretty pussy whenever I’m hungry for it. And you will not micro-manage which way I get to make you come. Is that clear?”

This was probably why we still weren’t pregnant. “I guess.”

“You’re not going to use my dick like a lab tool, Rayne. Sex is meant to be fun, not stressful.”

I dropped my chin to my chest and pouted. “Fine.”

“Good girl.” He kissed me again, this time much softer. “Now,” he whispered, his nose nuzzling that sensitive spot below my ear. “Let’s try this again.”

As he traced kisses down my body, I tried to relax, but my thoughts spun on the same broken record. We only had a few more hours left before that fertile window closed. Temperatures were right. My eggs were in place. I couldn’t bear the thought of one more negative test, one more period, and one more conversation where we each go to bed with our hearts full of disappointment.

“You’re not relaxing, Rayne.” He settled between my legs and pressed a kiss on my clit. “Let me help you.”

I sighed as if his solution were some sort of burden, which it absolutely was not. But I had no patience when I wanted something, and what I wanted was his dick pumping inside of me until a million little Hales came rushing toward my eggs, and one of those little suckers fertilized me. I just needed one.

“Rayne.”

“Ah! Did you just pinch my clit?”

“Were you relaxing?”

I pursed my lips, refusing to answer. He knew I wasn’t. Telling me to relax was like telling a zebra not to be striped.

Looking up at the ceiling, I tried to clear my mind so I could focus on the pleasure, but I only pictured calendars and pages from my appointment book where I’d marked dates and appointments. I had to see the gyno again next week. By now I was sure there was something wrong.

“Mother-humper!” I gasped when pain shot through the fleshy part of my inner thigh. “Did you just bite me?”

“Yes. Am I boring you?”

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “No.”

“Sure seemed like it.”

“Well, you weren’t.”

His eyes narrowed and he got back to work. I did some period math in my head to calculate how long I’d have to wait until the next fertile day of my cycle.

“That’s it.” He snapped, flipping me to my stomach.

“What? No! Wait!”

“Too late.” He landed a hard smack on my ass.

“Hale!”

“I tried being patient with you, Rayne.” The drawer opened, and he tossed something on the bed.

Lube? “Hold on!”

“The time for excuses is over. Don’t move off this bed.” Cool air teased my spine as he disappeared into the closet and returned a moment later with a long silk tie dangling from his fist. “Give me your wrists.”

I dutifully placed my hands over my head, knowing exactly how this would go. Hale generally accepted my neurotic behavior, but every once in a while, he needed to reel me in, and the fastest way to do that was to take complete control.

The silk tie cinched around my wrists, and a giddy wave of excitement surged through my belly. My NASA-grade period math would have to wait.

Once he had the tie knotted to the headboard and my hands where he wanted them, he dragged his hand down my spine. “Ass up.” He hitched my body into position and pushed my head down on the pillow.

Resting on my cheek, I noticed the lube was gone. Click. And there went the cap. “Um…I’m pretty wet.”

“Not where I’m going.”

My heart raced. I hadn’t prepared for that. A girl needed a bit of notice when company wanted a tour of the basement. Plus, we definitely weren’t making a baby that way . Oh fuck! Oil drizzled down my ass crack.

“That’s cold!” My cow pose reflexively shot into a cat pose.

“You’ll be hot in no time. Sex is meant to be fun, Rayne. It’s a stress reliever, not a stress inducer.” He gripped my hips and the oil warmed as he massaged it between my cheeks.

“You, uh, seem to be rubbing the wrong hole, dear.”

“No, this is the right hole.”

“Really? Because in health class, they taught us otherwise.”

“This isn’t health class.” His finger teased the tight ring of muscle and my eyes widened.

“ Zoinks!” I lunged forward like a German shorthair pointer. His finger was in the trust hole.

“Now, let’s set some new ground rules, shall we?” His knuckles pressed firmly into my ass cheek as he held his finger deep inside of me. “We’re going back to the way things used to be.”

“Hale…”

“What?”

I was very aware of his every move, and his stillness was absolute torture. “Please… I’ll behave.”

His finger twisted, pumping slowly in and out so that I could relax a smidge. I sighed and my posture softened, my tethered upper body sinking more into the pillows. I remembered how good this could be and how much I loved his absolute domination. My orgasm started creeping closer until the pressure increased and it skittered away .

I moaned, because two fingers was a lot for my little asshole.

More oil drizzled down my crack as he slowly scissored his fingers inside of me. I couldn’t concentrate, which was probably his goal.

"Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

The back of my knees started to sweat. “Mmm-hm.” I closed my eyes. It was the only way I could tolerate the pressure. The more he stretched me, the more that hint of pain transcended into pleasure.

“Who’s in charge?”

“You.”

“That’s right. And you like when I’m in charge, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Such a good wife. I wish you could see how sexy you look right now with your hands tied and my fingers stuffed in your ass. Imagine how good it’s going to feel when my cock’s buried deep inside of you.”

I trembled at the thought. Hale’s cock was beyond average.

“Here’s how it’s going to work, darling wife of mine.” He leaned over me so I could feel the weight of his engorged erection resting on my back as he whispered in my ear. “We’re throwing away the basal thermometers. We’re done calculating ovulation days. There will be no more weird teas, no fertility diets, and no more self-diagnosing or trolling medical websites.” His fingers pulled out. “You’re ready for me.”

“But—”

His hand pressed between my shoulders, lowering my chest to the bed. “This part always makes you a little nervous, baby, but then you love it.” The blunt head of his cock pressed to my slick opening. “Do you remember what to do?”

I sucked in a breath, shut my eyes, and nodded. As soon as he pressed forward, I leaned into the pressure and he breached my opening. No matter how many times we did this, it always took a moment to adjust.

“Beautiful.” He caressed my back and his praise penetrated my soul, fulfilling me in a way only Hale could. “How does that feel?”

Hale wasn’t necessarily a large man, but his cock was mammoth. Not just long, but thick. The first time we slept together, I feared he might shatter my hoo-ha. And yes, I was working with the sexual maturity level of someone who found words like hoo-ha, bajingo, and tinkle flower completely acceptable -- both then and now.

“Feels like I have a massive cock up my ass, Hale.” I also wasn’t one to beat around the bush. And if I didn’t have a dick up my ass, I’d probably make a joke about Hale beating around my bush, but I was a bit preoccupied at the moment.

His nails scraped over my ass cheek where he’d landed that spank earlier, and I shivered. “Sex between us will never be a means to an end, Rayne.” His hips flexed, and he thrust forward until it felt as if he were pushing into my lungs. “When I’m with you, I exist only for you.” He dragged back slowly and intentionally punctuated his words with deliberate thrusts. “Mind. Body. Soul. You get all of me, Rayne. Don’t I deserve the same?”

“Yes,” I moaned, the mixture of pleasure, pressure, and dominance an intoxicating drug that numbed my senses to all else. I was his. He had total possession of my body, and he knew it.

I knew it.

When he took me so completely, my scattered thoughts silenced and he owned me down to my soul.

“I love fucking you for the simple joy of it.” He thrusted harder. “It’s not about the outcome.” He withdrew with agonizing slowness, dragging his body back then plunging forward hard enough to nudge my body.

I lay pinned beneath him with my arms tied to the bed as he held me exactly as he wanted me. I didn’t have to think or move or even try to be sexy. He was calling all the shots.

“So if I want to come in your mouth or on your tits or in your ass, that’s exactly what I’ll do, Rayne.”

His words were an aphrodisiac that added to my pleasure.

“You like it when I do what I want with your body, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes.”

Honestly, I lived for this sort of possession. He took the stress of thinking completely out of sex. And, for me, stress was once a very stressful topic, but Hale changed that. There was nothing hotter than knowing I could have this effect on a man like Hale.

“Such a good wife,” he crooned, reaching under me to fondle my breasts. He pinched my nipple hard enough to make my pussy clench. “I’m going to come all over your hot little ass. ”

I panted as his hips rocked into me with intense purpose. He wanted me to submit to his possession and I had. There was no point fighting it when he got like this. Hale liked control and I loved when he took it. End of story.

“It’s going to be dripping off of you, Rayne. Down your thighs…” Thrust. “From your pretty tits…” His touch rode up my chest, over my throat, and cupped my jaw. “Out of this sexy mouth…”

I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. “Yes, please.”

My hands balled into fists as my arms stretched over head, the silk tie softly chafing my wrists as the slack disappeared. My eyes opened and I saw the way he tightened the knot to the headboard.

“Do you like when I fuck you like this, Rayne?”

“Yes.”

“When I use your body however it pleases me?”

“Yes, Hale…”

“Do you know how fucking hot you are to me? How much it’s killing me to hold back my release?”

My breath quickened as he rotated his hips, drilling his cock deeper. “I want you to come, baby.” I gasped, my voice a sultry whisp of smoke.

“When you give me control, you get all my attention. It feels good, doesn’t it, baby? Tell me how good my cock feels when it’s stuffed inside of you.”

Lungs tight, I could only draw in a shallow breath, but I wanted to tell him that I loved every dark, devious thing he was doing to me. His fingers delved between my thighs, teasing my drenched folds, and I twitched as he grazed my over-sensitized clit.

He chuckled, the sound dark and dangerous. “Tell me, Rayne.”

“It feels amazing.”

“That’s right. And if your hands weren’t tied right now, I’d make you feel how soaked you are.”

He sank two fingers inside of me and I whimpered, my body stretched to the max.

His lips pressed softly to my shoulder. “I can feel your heart beating when I’m inside you like this.” He strummed my clit. “Especially here.”

Shallow breaths spiked in and out of my lungs as the pleasure seemed to howl out of me .

He groaned. “I love when you make noises like that. No inhibitions holding you back. No filter. Just raw.”

Pressure built quickly. I trembled dangerously close to the edge waiting for Hale to pull me back but instead he just pushed me on.

“Let go, Rayne. Give in.”

My body shook until I shattered, raspy cries spilling from my lips as he fingered me hard while he fucked my ass. I no longer cared about making a baby or being somebody’s mom. I only wanted to be Hale’s slutty little wife, his fuck toy, his dirty little fantasy.

My jumbled thoughts became a mess of profanity, prayer, and gibberish. He held still, waiting for me to say the magic words. To beg. It didn’t take long.

As soon as my orgasm waned, I yelled out, “Fuck me harder, Hale, please!” And he did.

His body slammed into mine as his fingers worked their magic. My body pulsed, so weak with pleasure I could only fall to my stomach, but that didn’t stop Hale. He pounded into me, shaking the tension from my bones. He tamed the storm inside of me until I was soft and passively his.

All his.

I might never care about self-possession or independence ever again. Why did I need to worry about such things when Hale could fuck all my worries away? That’s all I wanted in that moment. I wanted him to fuck me until he broke me because when I shattered like this, it wasn’t ugly at all. It was peaceful and beautiful, like a galaxy exploding into a billion little stars, and all my neurotic tendencies disappeared into stardust too small to see.

He carefully turned me to my back and traced a finger down my cheek. “There’s my baby.” The way his possession could effortlessly shift from aggressive to gentle filled me with a sense of security and trust. “I knew I’d find you eventually.”

He bent to kiss me softly, and I felt his love pouring into my soul. A divine sense of adoration washed over me, and I chased his lips, always wanting more.

He chuckled, the sound deep and oh-so-sexy. “Don’t worry. I’m not finished yet.” My drenched thighs fell open as he rearranged our bodies. “Look at me, Rayne.”

My bleary eyes opened. God, he was beautiful.

He kissed me again with absolute tenderness. “I love you, baby. ”

My mouth formed a lopsided smile. “Love you, too.”

He still made sure I said it every time. Words of affirmation mattered to Hale. He not only wanted to hear that I loved him, he needed to make sure I knew he loved me. I was his world and he was mine. It was us, and Elara—a family. We were happy, so it made perfect sense that I wanted to add to that happiness with another baby, but Hale never wanted me to feel like anything was missing if that wasn’t in the cards for us.

“I’m sorry I get so crazy sometimes.”

“I’m used to your crazy, Rayne. It’s what made me fall in love with you.” Loosening the silk tie, he pulled my weak fingers to his lips, kissing my knuckles as he rubbed feeling back into my arms.

I sighed, my heart full of gratitude that I found this incredible man and somehow managed to marry him. “Are you going to finish?”

He cocked a brow. “I thought you might have had enough.”

“I’ll never have enough of this.” My alone time with Hale was what kept me sane on most days. “Go ahead.”

“You’re so fucking good to me, baby.” He pushed inside of me again and groaned. Pumping slowly, I could tell he was close.

As his teeth scraped over my shoulder his body shivered and his cock pulsed. His grip on my hips tightened, and he sighed. His weight blanketed me as he slowly pulled out, and I lovingly ran my fingers through his blond hair. Only I got to see him this vulnerable.

I did this to him. Me .

My body trembled in the gentle aftermath of my prior climax. He was exhausted and I was more than content to hold him for a while. It was now my turn to take care of him, and I loved that we had this sort of give-and-take together.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we totally misunderstood the assignment, but so-fucking-what? My husband was hotter than Lucifer’s wettest dream, and he loved me in a way I once thought nobody could. We could try for a baby next month. Right now, this was precisely what we both seemed to need.

Rolling to his side, he sighed. “You okay?”

Words were hard, but I managed to slur, “I’m wonderful.”

As always, he rose from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later he returned with a warm, damp washcloth and pressed it between my thighs. “I don’t want you to be sore.”

There would be no avoiding that. “It was worth it.”

He kissed my clit and stretched out beside me, his fingers lacing with mine. “We needed that.”

No matter how much he projected nonchalance, this pregnancy thing was killing him. We both knew it would take some time, but we had no idea it would take this long or be this emotionally draining.

Hale didn’t like to fail. And I didn’t like disappointing him. It wasn’t his failure or mine, but sometimes those negative pregnancy tests felt way more personal than either of us wanted to admit.

What if it never happened for us? What if it was me? What if it was him? What if it was both of us?

There were too many what ifs.

While Hale and I had a daughter, neither of us had anything to do with Elara’s conception. Yes, Elara was a Davenport, but she was not Hale’s. He adopted her the day she was born, and I adopted her the day we got married. We loved her as our own, and if she was the only child we ever had, she would certainly be enough, but we still wanted to try for more.

I promised no more crying, but sometimes my body just did what it wanted. Tomorrow my cycle would start all over again. Another month gone by, another reason to try not to cry.