Chapter 12 Romi
Chapter Twelve
ROMI
A week later, Thorne is with me at the doctor’s appointment. “I’m never telling you again if I suspect I’m pregnant,” I tell him.
Thorne slides his gaze to mine and shrugs. “I thought you were pregnant anyway.”
Just then, there’s a light knock on the door. I call out, “Come in!”
The doctor, a beautiful alien woman with purple skin and a tail, walks in. I liked her immediately when Jane introduced me to her. She has a practical, comforting manner to her. At the moment, I’m relieved she’s here because Thorne has been driving me crazy with his protectiveness.
She glances from me to Thorne before her eyes shift back to me again. “He’s being overprotective,” she says matter-of-factly, quickly assessing the situation.
“Yes!” I exclaim. “Please tell him I’m fine.”
She gives Thorne an understanding smile. “Your mate is healthy and likely to have a safe, healthy pregnancy.”
Thorne shrugs. “I must take care of her.” His jaw is clenched, and his features are drawn tight.
“You are ridiculous,” I press. “I’m fine. Please, please relax.”
The doctor checks me over and confirms my pregnancy. I have to ask her because I can’t help it. “Is it safe to, um…” My cheeks are on fire. “You know, have sex?”
“Absolutely,” she says with a shrug. “There are no concerns until about a week before you’re due. Even then, you can still orgasm, but I would avoid penetration because you’re so close to delivery at that point.”
I’m seated on the examination table with paper crinkling under my legs. Thorne has already peppered her with questions, and he’s sitting impatiently in a chair.
The doctor studies him, her eyes narrowing. “I’m writing you a prescription,” she announces.
“For what?” His tone is sharp.
“To relax,” she says.
His gaze softens. “I love Romi, and I want her to be safe at all times.”
“We have the best healthcare in the galaxy,” the doctor assures him. “She is safe and healthy.”
After she leaves, I beckon him to me. He stands in front of the table. I should mention I’m naked under my gown, and it’s rumpled around my waist. When he steps between my knees, I realize he’s aroused.
My own arousal gushes onto the paper under my thighs. I mean to tell him something practical, like to relax or something like that. Instead, I say, “I need you.”
The woman on Earth who never even wanted to have sex is now begging her husband. I crave the feel of his thick shaft filling me in the doctor’s office.
Thorne doesn’t hesitate. He swiftly frees his shaft, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning at the sight of his seed glistening as it rolls down his length.
Since I’m already naked under the gown, he spreads my knees, murmuring, “My good girl,” before he fills me.
It’s quick and dirty, and my cries are muffled in our kiss when I feel the heat of his release pumping into me as my own climax shatters through me.
Afterward, he cleans me up and helps me dress.
His touch is careful and reverent, and I feel like a fragile gift he’s protecting.
The emotion that rises inside is so powerful I almost don’t know how my heart can hold it.