Chapter 23

Chapter

Twenty-Three

KEIR

I was dressingin the bedroom when I heard a key in the deadbolt of the apartment’s new front door. I hurried down the hall to see Dash slipping off his boots. That same scent of sulfur I’d smelled in Mexico floated through the air, confusing the hell out of me.

Rushing over to him, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hugged him closer. “Are you okay?”

Dash nodded before he kissed my lips gently. “Are you okay?”

I rested my head on his shoulder for a moment, glancing at the clock on the dining room wall. “I’ve got a broken hand. Come back and shower so we can go to the doctor’s appointment. I’ll tell you what happened while you get ready.” We hurried back to the bedroom, and I explained to him how I broke my hand and about Thane’s demise.

Dash hurriedly washed himself and when he stepped out, I could see he was angry. “I’d like to have been the one to kill him myself.” He wrapped a towel around his waist before stepping over to where I was sitting on the vanity.

He stepped between my legs and put his hands over my cheeks. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here to protect you. I said I would ensure you were always safe, and I broke my promise. It won’t happen again. I wanna talk to you about something else.” Dash dropped a kiss on my nose before he released me and grabbed a comb for his hair.

Unease settled in my gut. “Okay. What is it?”

“We talked about mixing our sperm to fertilize the eggs, which is a great idea, but I’m worried about what I might pass along to a child in my current state. I’m not completely human, you know.”

I couldn’t say it hadn’t crossed my mind leading up to the fertilization because it was worth considering. When preparing to become a father, it seemed natural to worry about what a child would receive from a parent. I’d inherited something from my father that I wasn’t sure I wanted to pass on to my child. “I’m well aware. Have you changed your mind about having children?”

A spike of fear shot through my body, making the hair on my arms stand on end. We’d discussed children for a while now. If he changed his mind, it would break me.

“Not a bit. I want them even more, but let’s just use your sperm this time. When we get this clusterfuck behind us, I’ll be able to renounce the demonic powers I have and go back to being a regular guy like you. Then, we can have another baby with our mixed spunk. What do you say?”

An hour later, we were sitting in the waiting room of the fertility clinic, filling out the paperwork to move forward with our plan. Amelie had been excited when we arrived, jumping around and hugging the two of us with a big smile.

Trent was there with her, ever her supporter. I’d taken him aside to double-check that he was okay with what we were doing, and he’d hugged me. “Are you okay with all of this?”

“More than okay.” His happy smile said everything Trent didn’t.

When Amelie was called back for her procedure, the four of us went to the doctor’s office to listen to the explanation of the procedure. Trent held Amelie’s hand and kept checking in with her as the doctor spoke, which brought tears to my eyes. He truly loved her with all his heart.

Once the doctor finished her detailed rundown of what to expect, she turned to all of us. “Any questions?”

Dash and I stared at each other, though our minds were silent. He knew what I was thinking without me having to say a word. “Is Amelie in any danger?”

The doctor smiled. “I don’t believe so. She’s a healthy young woman, and the procedure isn’t as invasive as others. There’s always a possibility of complications with anything of this sort, but I don’t anticipate any issues.”

Amelie stood and turned to us. “I love all of you but stop worrying. I’ll be fine.” She hugged each of us, and then we left her with the doctor and returned to the waiting room.

Trent went off to a corner and busied himself with his phone. When I finished the paperwork for the two of us, Dash carried it up to the receptionist. She spoke to him for a moment, and he walked back with a huge grin.

“Someone will take us back to one of the rooms in a minute. She called me a fluffer.” He laughed hard at the receptionist’s comment.

“I don’t get it.” I stared at him as he continued to chuckle.

“Clegg-Dearly.” A young man stepped into the waiting room and announced.

Dash took my hand and led me toward the guy. “That’s us. A fluffer is someone who gets the guy riled up. They use them on porn sets all the time.”

I stopped in my tracks, about to ask how he knew that bit of trivia. He winked at me before I could open my mouth.

“Good morning. If you’ll follow me, we’ll get you set up.” The nurse led us down a mint-green hallway to a room painted pale blue. Apparently, pastels were supposed to be calming, but they annoyed the hell out of me.

The nurse closed the door to our room and grinned. “This is where the magic happens.” He opened a cabinet over a sink and pulled out a bag, handing it to Dash.

“Here’s your kit. Once you’ve made your donation, there’s a cabinet in the restroom wall. Put your specimen in there, press the button on the wall, and we’ll collect it from the other side. Take your time. Some folks find it difficult to, uh, fill the cup, shall we say, in such an odd environment. Don’t worry. We have magazines and videos to help.”

The guy gave Dash and me an up-down before smirking. “I’m pretty sure you’ll be fine. Questions?”

Dash chuckled. “I’ll take it from here.” He walked over and opened the door to let the guy out. As he closed the door, we heard the nurse laughing as he walked away.

After he locked the door, Dash walked over to me and opened the bag in his hand. “What have we here?”

He pulled out a specimen cup with a lid, handing it to me. It had an oddly slanted opening I guessed was meant to make a deposit easier. “That’s not what I expected.” He then produced three packets of lube different from the kind we used at home.

Dash studied the packet. “Oh, it’s specially designed for masturbation and won’t harm the sperm.”

He then pulled out a piece of paper and began to read. “Lubricant may be used to aid in masturbation for the collection of sperm. Do not use saliva. It will degrade the potency of the deposit.” Dash glanced at me. “So, no blow job.”

He went back to reading. “After collecting sperm in cup provided, label the cup and put it in the cabinet in the restroom. Press the button beside the cabinet blah, blah blah. Same thing the nurse said.”

Dash put the paper on the table and walked over to the TV. He perused the DVDs on the stand beside it, shaking his head and laughing the whole time.

“Wow. I’m not sure all this straight porn would do it for me. How about you, Dearly? I doubt it’ll get you there either. Well, I’ve got a better idea than this.”

He slowly stepped over to me, his eyes not leaving mine. “I love you, Dearly. You and me, we’re going to have a beautiful life together. You were meant for me, and I was meant for you. We’ve been through a lot, and we have a few more hills to climb. In this moment, right now, I want us to concentrate on the love we have for each other.”

Dash retrieved his phone from the back pocket of his jeans, punched in something, and then looked at me with a grin. When Al Green began singing about love, I chuckled.

“Setting the mood, are you?”

“Yeah, baby. Now, let’s get you in a few less clothes.”

Deft hands opened my belt as sure fingers pushed down the zipper. Dash spun me around. “Put your palms flat on the table.” The plastic cup was put on the table in front of me.

Dash rested against my back, his hands under my shirt and splayed over my stomach as he skimmed his nose up the side of my neck. “You drive me insane with desire. Do you know that?”

I was so choked up I could only nod. Dash’s strong hands brushed over my belly before he pushed my pants down my thighs and skimmed his fingers over my groin. The electricity skittering over my flesh was invigorating.

“You are a dream to me. I never thought I’d be lucky enough to find a guy like you, Dearly.” One of his hands left my body, and I heard his zipper slide down, his fingers skimming over my ass as he undid his pants and let them fall to his ankles.

"I can’t think of a better way for us to make a baby than for me to make love to you until you fill that cup. How does that sound to you?”

My dick was so fucking hard I wasn’t sure if I could hold out until he got inside me, but it was the best idea I’d heard in a long time. “Per—perfect.”

Dash nibbled along my neck as he ripped open the lube packet. A moment later, I felt his nimble fingers circle my hole, and I knew it wouldn’t take long before I filled that fucking cup.

My husband had been gone for a few days, and I’d been too worried about his whereabouts to take myself in hand. It wasn’t as satisfying as it had been once upon a time, now that I knew what it was like to have him with me and inside me.

One finger slid inside my hole and was quickly joined by another. “Mmmm. You smell amazing. I can’t wait to get inside you, baby.”

A third finger joined the other two, and I was floating on a cloud of lust just like every time Dash was inside me. It was mind-blowing. I pushed back on his fingers, loving the burn as he continued to finger-fuck me until I was open enough to receive his thick length.

“Love, I’m so close,” I whispered. I wasn’t aware of where I was, and I didn’t care. Dash was with me, and that was all that mattered.

He reached around and squeezed my aching cock at the base to slow my rushing orgasm as he entered me. “Let me get inside, Dearly.

His thick cockhead pressed against my entrance before it popped inside. It felt so damn good to have him sliding in and out of me. I knew with every thrust that he loved me, and I pushed back on him to show him I loved him as well.

Dash didn’t pound me. He made sure his cock slid over my prostate every time he thrust forward and withdrew. In my heart and soul, I knew what we were doing this time was special.

I reached for the cup before Dash took it from me, continuing his gentle push-and-pull. He held the cup steady and whispered. “Aim your cock, baby. Don’t let even one get away.”

With that, he pushed harder, and I grabbed my dick, pushing it into the cup. When I spilled inside, I gasped at the sensation, and Dash slowed, continuing to glide in and out of me to milk every bit of semen from my body.

After a moment, he stopped and kissed my neck. “Put the lid on it, baby.”

I fumbled with it for a moment, but once it was sealed, I placed it out of the way. “Do it.”

This time, my husband pounded me, both of us filled with excitement at what we’d just done. I climaxed again, though there was nothing left inside me, and when he filled me, I smiled.

It wasn’t the way most people made a baby, but in my heart, I knew we were well on our way. That cup I’d filled would bring us the apple of our eye.

On the ride home, Dash held my hand, kissing my knuckles over and over. “I’m so proud of you.”

I chuckled. “What the hell did I do? You fucked the cum out of me, Dashiell.”

He laughed like a loon but kissed my knuckles again. “You wanna get something to eat?”

I turned to him, seeing his glowing smile. “Let’s go home and order some food. We can eat in bed, right?”

Dash flashed that beautiful grin at me. “Sounds like the best idea I’ve heard in quite a while.”

I agreed wholeheartedly.