Epilogue

EPILOGUE

AUSTIN

"Are we really going to do this?"

Greer looked at me like I'd lost my mind. " You are the one who started this whole thing, sweetheart. It's a little too late to back out now."

I leaned closer and grinned at him. "But you want it too, right? You didn't just agree to this for me."

He stared into my eyes with his knowing gaze and took my hand as we waited for our names to be called. "Austin, my love. We're going into that room and jacking each other off into that nice little sterile cup. And while we're doing it, I'm going to pretend it's your mouth."

My face heated as my cock thickened. "I just wish I could suck you off, then spit it into the cup."

Greer's face lit with humor as he curled in his lips to keep from laughing out loud in the middle of the waiting room. I never imagined I'd love making him smile with my brand of dirty talk. But every time I got to look at him and take in the tiny laugh lines around his expressive eyes, I fell a little more in love with him.

And that's why we were doing this.

"As titillating as that sounds, it would compromise the specimen and the DNA. This go-round is all about me."

"What if we end up with more than one?" The thought of having more than one child at a time made me really happy.

Before he could answer, a nurse appeared in the doorway of the IVF clinic we'd chosen. "Greer? We're ready for you."

We stood and approached the smiling lady. "Good morning. How are you both this morning?"

"Excited," I replied, making Greer chuckle. We followed her down the hall to a room equipped with an exam table, two recliners, and a small flatscreen TV attached to the wall.

"Do most men bring a partner?" I asked, looking at the stack of suggestive material with an accompanying collection of DVDs. We wouldn't need it.

"Some do. We have some visual stimulation should someone need it. But feel free to help the process along." She opened the cabinet and retrieved the sterile cup with the paper tape over the top, then a blue pee pad to soak up any misguided fluids. We both watched, fascinated, as she unfolded the pad and placed it on the chair.

"Let's go over a few things to make sure I have all the information."

"Yes, okay." Greer smiled at me, relaxed and calm, while my heart raced.

She looked down at the tablet she'd been carrying and reviewed the information. "According to the paperwork, Mr. Greer Rowan will provide the specimen for this insemination. Correct?"

He nodded. "Yes, that's correct."

"Good. And the egg donor is a biological relative of Mr. Austin Wentworth Rowan. Is that correct?"

Now I nodded. "Yes. She's my niece. When she had to undergo chemo several years ago, she had some eggs retrieved as a precaution." I took Greer's hand. "And she donated some for us. For him."

"I hope she's doing well?" she asked.

I smiled, thinking about my twenty-four-year-old niece, who had just finished up her treatment three months ago. "She is. And cancer-free."

"That's great news." She looked back down at the tablet. "From your donation today, the medical team will transfer your sperm into the donated eggs. We'll give the embryos a week to develop in the IVF lab, and when we have healthy embryos, they'll be implanted."

I squeezed Greer's hand. "How long before we know if she's pregnant?"

"We'll begin testing in a few weeks." She looked at us and smiled. "Any more questions?"

Greer looked at me, then back at her. "No. I think we're good."

"Okay. Take your time, Mr. Rowan. We're in no hurry. When you're finished, replace the lid and put the cup in the lab retrieval compartment." She pointed to the small stainless-steel door on the wall.

"Thank you," my husband added as we watched her walk out the door.

Reaching over, I locked the door behind her and watched his expression as I dimmed the canned lighting overhead. He looked up, then back at me with a smile. Still silent, his brows raised as he watched me take out my phone. I scrolled through my files until I found what I was looking for and hit play.

"Are you setting the mood, because just looking at you is all it's going to take?"

I smiled at him and bit my lip as I placed my phone on the counter. "Yes."

Greer tilted his head to the side as he unbuttoned his shirt. "What is that?"

I stepped closer while removing my shirt. Keeping my eyes on him, I finished undressing, placing my clothes on the recliner while I explained. "It's the rain and the waves from the house in Costa Rica. I noticed how soothing it was one night and recorded it the next time I heard it. We might could use it when the baby comes."

Greer stared at me as he leaned against the table, his designer dress shirt unbuttoned, hands braced beside him. "You've really thought this whole process through, haven't you?"

I nodded as I carefully removed his shirt from his shoulders, adding it to mine over the chair. "I wanted to take away the sterile atmosphere from this process, because what we're about to do was nothing short of a modern-day miracle.," I said, as I finished undressing him. "We're lucky that the expense involved is not an issue. But this is about how much we loved each other, and if it were biologically possible to conceive our child naturally, we would make love."

Greer stared into my eyes, love drunk, as I ran my hands over his jaw and into his hair. I leaned in and kissed him, not allowing my cock to touch his.

"Get up on the table, babe, on all fours."

My husband blinked at me, then shifted himself onto the table. I stroked my hard cock as I stepped over to collect a few more pads. They made much less noise than the crinkling white paper. Plus, it was a mood killer.

When Greer was on his knees, I spread out the pads, then handed him the little cup for the collection.

I held his face in my hands, tilting my head to meet his lips to kiss him deeply. The love I felt for him was the most powerful, all-consuming force I'd ever experienced. There was nothing I wouldn't do for him.

Ending the kiss, I leaned my forehead against his to share my plan. "I'm going to get you ready, then sink inside you like we'd do at home. I'm going to make love to you as we listen to our favorite place in the world. And when you're ready to come, you fill that cup."

"Yes," he breathed out against my lips. "Yes, that. Now, before I lose it from your words alone."

I smiled and kissed him softly before moving behind him. "I wish I had that kind of power."

He released a breathy laugh. "You might if you keep this up."

My hands skimmed over his rock-hard ass cheeks, squeezing before pulling them apart. Leaning in, my cock dripped as I licked him, just the way he liked it.

"Fuck," he moaned as his back arched and his spine dipped, pushing himself closer to me. I could imagine his eyes closed and his head thrown back as he absorbed the pleasure. The sounds of the water took me back to our home on the beach, filling my chest with emotion.

My need to be inside him grew, and when he gave me the sign he was ready, I stopped and climbed onto the table. Our legs were a tangled mess as we teetered precariously on the narrow table.

"Baby, I need you. Now..."

"I've got you," I said, pushing in past the once-tight ring of muscle, "I've got you."

We found a rhythm, and before he was ready to come, he reached for my hand. "Do it. I'll hold the cup."

I complied and placed my left hand around his cock. When he was ready and braced on one arm, he nodded. "Go, make me cum."

With only a few thrusts and my hand, my husband shuddered and groaned as he released himself into the cup. The sounds he made pushed me over the edge as I filled him with my release.

"Pull out," he muttered, panting. "Gotta get the lid."

I complied again and hurriedly got off the table. Reaching for the lid, Greer handed the cup to me to replace the lid while he maneuvered once again to sit on the table. When it was secure, I padded the couple of steps to the little door and placed it inside an insulated sleeve to keep it warm. I turned the table it sat on, placing it in the lab.

The weight of the moment was not lost on either of us. Closing the distance, Greer opened his arms and hugged me to him.

"What's next?" I asked, my stomach growling.

Greer laughed. "We get food and wait."

I laughed. "At least we have a football season to distract us."

"That we do, sweetheart. That we do."