I've written six chapters in the last week. So I'll for sure post for at least five more weeks. I'm planning on posting another chapter on Sunday for Easter, but I may not remember. If I don't, happy Easter!
-CL
"Well, are you guys wrapping up the party now?" America asks, standing up from her chair.
Maxon glances at me. I know he wants to bring me to bed and play; I know he wants me to say yes. I glance at my watch. It's eight o'clock. "Yeah, I think so. We will need to get this cleaned up and I'm exhausted. Is that ok?"
America nods. "Yeah, sounds good. I'm tired myself and I have an appointment with Dr. Ashlar tomorrow morning. Thanks for having us," America says. "Can you get someone to return Aspen to his room? He's a little drunk." She gestures to where Aspen is dancing and singing to the wedding march.
"Yeah, I'll get someone. Are you ok getting yourself to your room?" Maxon asks, walking toward Aspen.
"I'm good," America asks. "Thanks, though. Good night." She waves and leaves the room.
"Bella, I'm going to take Aspen back to his room and then I'll be back." He follows America with Apsen trailing behind.
"Alright," I call and head to the bedroom. I take off my dress and dig through my underwear drawer to find the sexy lingerie that I bought without Maxon's knowledge. I smirk and put it on. I go to the bathroom and glance at my reflection. My makeup and hair still look good. I almost wish I put my hair up so he could take it down. I'll do that next time. I take off all of my jewelry besides my cross necklace. I shake out my hair a little and look at the lingerie. It's a lacey black chemise with a matching thong. It hits my thighs and wraps around them; the neckline is barely keeping my breasts in the chemise. I smile and know Maxon will love it. I hear the door to our suite open. I slip on my heels from the party and walk out of the bathroom to check if Maxon's reached our room. He hasn't yet and I grin. I plan on walking from the bathroom into the bedroom, making sure to accent all of my curves.
"Bella?" Maxon yells from our party area.
"I'm in our bedroom!" I shout back, heading to the bathroom. I close the door and stifle a laugh.
"Bella? Where are you?" Maxon asks. I hear him close the door behind him.
I take a deep breath and open the door. I strut out and flip my hair. "I'm right here," I say, leaning against the wall. He turns to face me and his jaw drops. I wave at him only with my fingers. I slide my hands over my breasts to my hips. "Do you like it?"
Maxon takes three steps and throws me over his shoulder. I squeal. He squeezes my ass before he drops me on the bed. "Holy shit, Bella. I didn't realize we were playing this tonight. Of course, I love it," he says, taking off his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves. "I heard a rumor that you like this look on me?" he says with a smirk.
"Well, I guess not all of the rumors that are spread around here are lies. Although…" I start. I kiss him and run my fingers through his hair, pulling on his tie with my other hand. Maxon moans and moves his fingers to my breasts. He moves his lips to trace my breasts. I pant, wanting him farther down. "Maxon…" He just nods and takes off the rest of his clothes. He rubs his length against my opening through my thong; I feel myself becoming wet. "Fuck, Maxon." He grins and teases me by putting a finger near my opening. I thrust my hips toward him, hoping he takes the hint. He does and yanks off the thong. He places his now-hard dick at my opening and I moan. "Maxon…now…please."
"I guess I'll play nice for tonight, Bella. Only because we are doing this all night," he says, thrusting into me. I almost scream, but soon the pain turns into pleasure. He keeps on thrusting deeper and deeper into me until I'm at my climax. I hear him moan and know he's also hit his climax. I shudder as soon as I release. I'm still panting, his dick still in me. He moves so he can spoon me. "Shall we do it again?"
I nod. "Whenever you're ready."
It's two weeks later and I'm in the bathroom taking two more pregnancy tests. I'm sitting on Maxon's lap, shaking. He kisses my neck. "It's ok either way, my dear." He's wearing my favorite outfit on him, his shirt sleeves rolled up and a tie with his shirt loosely tucked in his pants, claiming it will be good luck.
I shake my head. "I would have disappointed you so much."
"No, my dear. It would just have given me hope for the future." He turns me around so I'm facing him on his lap. He looks into my eyes and grabs my hand, keeping one on my back for my balance. "I will never be disappointed in you, Bella. I'll be happy either way. I'll still have you." He kisses me, cupping my face. I feel his watch on my skin and open my eyes to look at it.
I pull away. "Maxon, it's time. How should we do this? Should we each pick one up and see what it says then tell the other?"
"Whatever you want, Bella. You can do them both if you want."
"I want you to be a part of it. Let's do what I said." I take a deep breath and stand up. "Maxon, I'm so scared." I stretch my hand out and see that it's shaking from the adrenaline and anxiety.
Maxon gently grabs my hand and puts it in his. "I'm here with you, Bella. You aren't alone." I nod, too afraid to speak. We both grab a test and flip it over. All I see is that it says I'm pregnant before I hit the floor on my knees, sobbing. I cover my mouth with my hand, trying to silence the cries. "Bella? Bella, are you ok?" Maxon kneels next to me and pulls me into his chest.
"Maxon…it's positive," I say, shaking with sobs.
"So is the other one," he says. I can hear that he's smiling. "Should we go to the appointment with Dr. Ashlar now?" I nod, trying to stand up. I'm shaking too much from the adrenaline rush that I almost lose my balance. Maxon grabs onto my arm and helps me regain my balance. "Do you want to lean on me while walking there?" Maxon asks, taking the test in my hand and placing it on the counter.
I nod. "Yes." He squeezes my arm and guides me to the hospital downstairs.
