Bittersweet Catastrophe (Second Chances #2.5) Read Free

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    I looked over at the magazine rack beside us and cringed when I saw there wasn’t a single issue of Sports Illustrated or Men’s Fitness. What kind of doctor’s office was this? I grabbed the first magazine I could without looking, and the first page I opened up to was an article about stretchmark creams. I turned the page, only to find an article showing what babies really looked like right after they were born, and… What the fuck?! I slammed the magazine back in the rack and went back to drumming my fingers rapidly against my knee. Seriously, how much longer was this going to take? I was beginning to wear a hole through my jeans.
    “Liberty Thompson, we can take you back now. Will your husband be accompanying you?”
    “Damn right I will be!” I flew up from my seat, heedless of the other people around me.
    “Shayne…”
    “What? You honestly think I’m going wait out here while all of the action is happening back there?” I pointed toward the door where the nurse was not so patiently waiting for us.
    Liberty shook her head as I glanced over and gave her a knowing smirk. She knew how much I loved to stir shit up, and it drove her absolutely crazy. I placed my hand against her lower back, ushering her through the door, and dipped down next to her ear. “I can’t wait to get you back home and in our bed. Knowing you’re pregnant with my baby makes me want to bury myself so deep inside you.”
    “Shayne, please.” Her cheeks grew flushed. “I’m just as horny, if not more, but can you please keep your dirty mouth shut until we exit the building? How can you possibly be thinking of anything else but the baby right now?”
    “Sweetheart, when it comes to you, there is only one thing on my mind, and I’m sure you can guess what that is. It’s really not that hard.”
    Her gaze drifted down toward the waistband of my jeans and continued to travel a tad bit lower. I was already halfway there just thinking about being inside her, and I reached down to adjust myself. “Not that hard, huh?” The corner of her mouth pulled up devilishly.
    “I’ll just have you two come sit in exam room eight. In the meantime, I’ll measure your weight and take your blood pressure. You already had blood work done earlier this week I see.”
    “Yes, Dr. Staebler recommended that I get it done beforehand.”
    “Excellent. Well, your blood pressure is right where it should be, so the doctor shouldn’t have any concerns there. Why don’t you undress from the waist down and drape this sheet over your lap. He should be just a few more minutes.”
    After the nurse stepped out and Liberty began to slide her pants down, I slowly turned back to my wife. “ He ?”
    “He who?” She said nonchalantly as she kicked her shoes off and pulled her pants and underwear down.
    “Your doctor is a man.” I stated matter-of-factly.
    She slowly looked over her shoulder with her brows pinched together. “Yeeeah. Is that a problem for you?”
    “Another man seeing one of the most beautiful parts of your body that only I should be seeing? Uh yeah, I have a problem with that. Couldn’t you have requested a woman doctor?”
    “Shayne, it’s really not that big of a deal. I’ve been seeing him for yearly checkups since I moved to Savannah. He probably knows my vagina about as well as you do.” She laughed, but I wasn’t finding anything funny about it. If it weren’t for her beautiful, glowing smile, I would’ve gone ape shit hearing that another man has seen my wife.
    I stepped up behind her before she could sit up on the exam table and ran my hands down her thighs, cupping her smooth mound. “You just remember who this belongs to and who put that baby there.”
    “Like I could forget.” She laughed softly and wiggled her juicy, round ass against the front of my jeans. “Now help me up.”
    I grabbed her tiny waist and lifted her up onto the exam table. It was at the perfect height where I could sit comfortably and devour