The sound of my cellphone ringing pulls me out of a deep slumber. I reach out my arm and fumble my hand over to the nightstand. The light from the screen nearly blinds me. I pinch my eyes shut before I can see who’s calling and answer the phone with a groggy, “Hello?”
“Tori, it’s Chris.”
“Chris?” I blink my eyes open. “Is everything okay?”
Alec stirs from behind me.
“Brooke just went into labor. We’re on our way to the hospital.”
“Oh, God. Okay, I’ll—I’ll get myself together and head that way.”
“I’ll text you the room number when we get there,” he tells me.
“Okay. I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Is everything okay?” Alec questions on a sleepy rasp as he slips his arm around me.
I roll over to face him, the warmth of his body consuming me. “Brooke’s in labor. She’s on her way to the hospital.”
I haven’t spoken to Brooke since she stormed out of my hotel room. It’s been almost a week, but no matter the tension between us, I wouldn’t miss the birth of her daughter for anything.
“Are you leaving?”
“Yeah. I need to be there.”
His arms band around me, tugging me flush against him as he lets out a sleepy growl. “You have to leave right now?”
“I have a few minutes.”
“That’s all I need.”
A giggle falls from my lips when he flips me over. I quickly shimmy out of my pajama pants as Alec yanks down his boxers. I’m already wet for him. He spreads my legs and pushes my knees down into the bed, opening me up wide for him. Bending down, he takes a taste before sinking his cock inside of me like he has perfect right to be there—and he does.
“What do I taste like to you?”
Rearing back slowly, a smile twists his lips. “Like sin,” he says, thrusting dangerously hard back inside me, kicking the air out of my lungs.
With my arms around his neck, I hold on to him as we fuck each other urgently, desperate to rip the other apart to find our release.
I’ve never had as much sex before in my life, but with Alec, it’s all I seem to think about. Even in the beginning, I couldn’t talk to him on the phone without mindlessly slipping my fingers down my panties. He’s just as eager as I am though. He made it clear that, even early on in his adolescence, he had a high sex drive. I’m seeing it more since I left Landon and have been spending most of my days and nights with Alec. The smell of our sex is always in the air, but still, even with all the orgasms, I want more.
I wear the scent of Alec on my skin, the phantom pressure of his hands on my body lingers, and the orgasm he gave me still echoes deep inside. Contentment wraps around me like a blanket as mirth paints itself on my heart.
The sliding doors open to the women’s hospital, exchanging warm obsidian night for the fluorescent chill of sterilization. With the birth of my two girls and Brooke’s son, I know my way around, so I quickly hop in the elevator and head up to the labor and delivery rooms.
Opening the door, I find Chris standing next to the bed, holding Brooke’s hand. I ease quietly into the room, and when Brooke leans her head to look over her husband’s shoulder, I speak softly, saying a simple, “Hi.”
“Can you give us a couple minutes?” she asks Chris, and before he leaves the room, he gives me a hug.
When it’s just the two of us, I immediately apologize. “I’m sorry about the other night.”
“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have exploded the way I did.”
“It won’t be this way forever,” I tell her. “I’m just trying to figure everything out.”
She nods and I walk over to give her a hug.
“How are you doing?”
“I got my epidural.”
“That was fast.”
“I labored at home for a few hours, so by the time we got here, I was dilated enough to go ahead and get it.”
“Lucky you,” I say in jest, remembering how both my girls came so fast there was never enough time for drugs and I was forced to have them both naturally.
“I’m so ready to meet her.” She smiles, cradling her belly in her arms.
“You girls good?” Chris questions when he walks back in, but the joy dampens when I see Landon follow in behind.