Music of the Soul (Runaway Train #2.5)(38)

“You are?”

“How could I not be? We’re in a reproductive clinic under assumed names with me in a disguise.”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

She swept the wig off, her blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders. After she tossed it on the examining table, she looked back at me and smiled. “But in the end, it’s just you and me, babe. It’s still the two of us making a life, even if the conception is a little different than what we planned.”

“I know,” I murmured, staring at the plastic cup in my hands.

“Jake, look at me,” Abby commanded.

When I glanced up at her, she smiled. “I wanted to do something to make this easier on you.” Her hands came to her top. With wide-eyes and my mouth gaping open, I watched as she pulled it off. “Abby?” I croaked. I couldn’t believe she was stripping down.

“We’re in this together, Jake. Did you really think I was just going to make you do this on your own?”

“Well, um, maybe?”

She tsked at me. As I gazed at her checked bra, I realized it was familiar. Licking my lips, I could barely wait for her to strip down. As she shimmied the skirt off her hips and down her thighs, I couldn’t help smiling.

She grinned back at me. “Recognize this lingerie?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“I chose it for a reason.”

“Besides the fact that I love you in it?”

“Mmm, hmm.” She tossed her skirt onto the table with her sweater. “You know, we did something like this once before, remember? Me in this lingerie with you touching yourself.”

“Um, it was a little different since we were both on the phone and weren’t in the same room together.”

“It’s still kinda the same thing.”

“If you say so,” I murmured, as I eyed her garters. “Fuck, Angel, you’re so damn sexy.”

She gave me a wicked grin as her fingers came to the button of my jeans. After she unbuttoned and unzipped me, she slid my pants and boxers down to my knees. Although I was enjoying the sights, my dick still wasn’t with the program. I couldn’t help feeling a little embarrassed when Abby glanced down and saw. “It’s okay,” she whispered, her breath warmed against my cheek. “I’ll take care of that.”

I moaned when her hands came to grip my dick. As her hands worked up and down me, my c**k slowly started to rise to the glorious occasion. I exhaled the breath I’d been holding. “Touch me, Jake,” Abby murmured. With her free hand, she brought my palm to her breast. As I squeezed her flesh over her bra, she continued working my growing length.

With my free hand, I reached out to pull her closer to me. I wanted my lips on hers, but most of all, I wanted my tongue in her mouth. It was the closest I was going to come to being inside her today. As I thrust my tongue against hers, Abby moaned into my mouth. I slid my hand into the cup of her bra to knead one luscious breast. My thumb tweaked her nipple into a hardened point as Abby sped her pace up on my dick. As I continued plunging my tongue in and out of her mouth, I felt my balls tightening.

“Come for me, Jake,” Abby commanded, her breath hot against my mouth.

Since she’d never said those words to me before or with that demanding tone, I could do nothing else but obey her. Burying my head in her shoulder, I shuddered and convulsed. When I finally came back to myself, I glanced down. In a hoarse voice, I questioned, “Did I make it?”

“Yep, we have a cup full of baby batter!”

I laughed. “Is that what we’re calling it?”

She grinned. “It’s better than a cup of cum, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I think so. Although I’m digging the alliteration of it.”

Abby kissed me. “Thank you, Jake.”

“You’re welcome, Angel.”

She smiled as she pulled away. She then capped the container and hurried to get dressed. I pulled up my boxers and jeans before heading to the bathroom. After Abby and I washed up, the nurse appeared to take the container.

“So what happens now?” I asked.

“After the se**n analysis, it will then be frozen in preparation for the IUI procedure.” She glanced over at Abby. “Which should be in a few days, right?”

“Yes,” Abby replied.

The nurse nodded. “Then we will unfreeze the sperm, wash it, and then prepare for the IUI. Then hopefully, you’ll be pregnant.”

“I hope so,” Abby murmured.

“The next step is to call us when you get your LH surge, and we’ll go from there.” With one last smile, she headed out the door with our baby batter.

“How about dinner?” I asked, as Abby grabbed her purse.

“After all of that, how can you think about food?”

I snorted. “I just worked up an appetite, babe.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible.”

“Frankly, after you just used me like that, I think the least you could do was buy me dinner.”

Abby grinned. “I think I can do that.”

The morning of our IUI, I went in with Abby to hold her hand. I felt like I needed to be there not only to support her, but because it felt like I still had a part in conceiving our child if I was there. I couldn’t believe how quick the actual procedure was. Sure, there was a lot that went into the ‘before’ parts of the insemination, like Abby having to pee on an ovulation stick, take some egg producing drugs, get ultrasounds during her period and God knows what else. Then of course, there was my part of jacking off to get our baby batter, which turned out I had good swimmers. I mean, I wasn’t too surprised at that fact.