The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 4 (MC Chronicles #4) Read Free Page B

brusque voice trails off in deep thought. The birth at home was not something he wanted. But he went along with it for me. I know that it plagues him with worry. We’ve discussed it in great detail. Although, he’s been a lot more accommodating than I ever thought possible. He purchased the pool to use in the upstairs living room, took some classes with me, and even bought himself a set of swim trunks so he can be in the water with me, should I want him there. A warmth of happiness unfurls in my belly at the thought. Of course I’d want him there.
    Contently, we stand in each other’s arms under the hot spray until another contraction makes its appearance and my knees nearly buckle. “I’ve got ya.” Big doesn’t miss a beat when his massive arms pick me up and carry me from the bathroom. Depositing my dripping body on the end of the bed, I haunch forward to ride out the pain. Fuck .
     
    A towel is draped over my shoulders and Big fits himself behind me, my back to his front, legs on either side of my hips. “Just breathe,” he coaches, and I find myself complying with his calm voice. “That’s it. You’re doin’ great.” Little by little, the pain dissipates and I lean into him, melting into his strong, naked heat. My back curves to his chest as Big’s strong hands slide across my sides until they reach the front of my belly to caress our daughter. She moves on contact, as if she knows he’s there. “You’re gonna be beautiful, just like your mama.” Big speaks to her, kissing the back of my head. I smile softly at his words, then stifle an exhausted yawn by cupping my palm over my mouth. This is gonna be a very long day.
    “Why don’t ya rest for a while and I’ll take care of everything else. K, Sugar Tits?” Big moves out from behind me, but not before he gives the back of my head another peck. “I love you.”
    “I love you, too,” I reply while he helps me higher on the bed, tucking me under the covers. I push my body pillow between my thighs.
    Leaning down, he lays a gentle kiss on my temple, as his palm runs over my blanket draped belly. “I’m gonna get some stuff done. If there’s any change, call me. You need to rest as much as ya can. Don’t worry about a thing. I’ve got ya, sexy,” he whispers at my temple, then kisses it once more.
    Sighing contentedly, I nod my agreement and wrap my arms around my pillow so I can try to rest, even if it’s for a few minutes. “Okay. Thank you.”
    He doesn’t move away. Instead, an affectionate finger runs down the side of my face. “Don’t thank me. I should be thankin’ you.” It swirls on the apple of my cheek before sliding down to brush over my lips. I kiss the tip.
    Ferociously, Big growls his yearning. “You get me hard, even when ya shouldn’t, Sugar Tits.”
    His finger runs across the bow of my lips, and I smile devilishly on the inside for the fraction of a second, then I suck his fingertip into my awaiting mouth. A gasp of elation bursts from his lungs, feeding my sureness. I suck it deeper, swirling my tongue around his finger like I would his delicious cock. It bobs in my mouth as he starts to fuck it, plunging it into the back of my throat. Expelling a hardened groan, he tries to stop himself. I’m having none of that. I move my head to force his digit into the back of my throat once again. Cavernous moans of tethered hunger fall arduously from his lips as he attempts to reel in his arousal. Heavy staccato breaths reverberate in-between. My mouth continues its ministrations sucking, swirling, bobbing, making love to his finger like it’s the only thing I want to do. Right now, it is.
    “No more!” Big grinds out, yanking his finger from my mouth with a pop .
    Fuck, he’s not the only one breathing heavily. I am, too. Even my nipples are hard. This isn’t the time for that. If only my body would listen. “I wanted to do it,” I blurt, so he doesn’t feel guilty.
    “And I wanted ya to do it even more than you