Forced To Marry My Cousin's Fiancé

Chapter 48: Chapter 48

Even though Lane told Ethan she was fine and didn’t need a check-up, explaining that morning sickness and dizziness were just part of the deal when you’re pregnant, he wasn’t having it.

He insisted on seeing the OB-GYN to make sure she and the baby were okay. She really didn’t have a choice; he was already out of bed and heading for the shower before she could even argue.

Before she knew it, they were in the car, heading to the clinic. Ethan was behind the wheel himself this time, no driver in sight. When they pulled into the parking lot and he killed the engine, Lane unbuckled her seatbelt and hopped out before he could even make it around to her side.

She saw him pause, his brows knitting together as he watched her.

"Ready?"

When he nodded, she started walking, and he quickly fell into step beside her. She reached for the glass door, but Ethan beat her to it, holding it open and waiting for her to go in first. Lane gave him a small smile as she passed, feeling him following close behind.

The waiting room was packed. Lane noticed a few heads turn as they walked in. Even with her visible baby bump and her husband in tow, she could tell people were checking them out with a bit of admiration.

She jumped slightly when she felt Ethan’s warm hand rest on her waist. She looked up and found him looking right back.

"Let’s take a seat, Lane."

"I need to sign in first," she said. The clinic was first-come, first-served, and she didn’t want to lose her spot to anyone else. She was probably seventh in line, and more people were still coming in.

"I’ll take care of it. You sit down," he told her. He didn’t wait for an answer before heading over to the receptionist’s desk.

"Can I help you, Sir?" the woman asked.

"I’m signing in for my wife," Ethan said, his deep baritone carrying across the room.

Lane replayed those words my wife over and over in her head. A wave of warmth washed over her. It was the first time she’d actually heard him claim her like that, straight from his own lips. Her heart started doing double-time, feeling like it was being squeezed by a giant, gentle hand.

She watched the receptionist hand him the clipboard, and he scribbled her name down. When he walked back over, he frowned slightly because she was still standing. He placed a hand on the small of her back and guided her toward the only empty chair left in the room.

Since almost every woman there had a partner with them, seats were at a premium.

"Do you want to wait outside?" she asked after a while. "There are chairs in the hallway."

"I’m staying, Lane."

"You’re going to be standing for a long time," she pointed out.

"It’s fine," he said. "Just sit."

She gave in and sat down while he stood like a sentry beside her. She kept checking on him, worried he’d get bored, but he didn’t seem to mind the wait. After nearly an hour, her name was finally called. Ethan shifted his stance, and she stood up, feeling his hand return to her lower back as he walked her into the exam room.

"Morning," Lane said as they walked in.

"Good morning!" the doctor greeted her with a smile. "Weren’t you scheduled for next month? Is something wrong?"

Lane started to speak, but Ethan cut in.

"She is vomiting and feeling dizzy lately. I wanted to make sure she and our baby are both okay," he explained.

First he had called her my wife, and now he was saying our baby.

The doctor gestured for her to take a seat while Ethan stood by her side. The doctor flipped through her folder, checking her charts.

"Do you feel dizzy or nauseous often?"

"I actually felt great all last week. It just hit me again this morning," Lane said.

"Anything else? Any cramping or pain?"

She shook her head.

"Okay," the doctor said. "But just to be safe, let’s take a look at the little one."

The doctor led her over to the exam table. Ethan followed her like a shadow. As she lay back, the doctor moved her blouse up to expose her belly.

She caught Ethan staring at her stomach, his expression unreadable.

After applying some cold gel and moving the probe around, the doctor pointed to the monitor. "See that?" she said, showing the flickering movement. "That’s your baby. Everything looks perfect."

Lane looked at Ethan and saw him staring intently at the screen. He looked totally transfixed. Her heart melted when she saw a flash of raw emotion in his eyes as he watched the monitor.

Once the exam was over, he helped her get up and guided her back to the desk.

"Your baby is doing great," the doctor reassured them. "The dizziness is totally normal at this stage."

"What about her diet? What should she be eating?" Ethan asked.

"Nothing is strictly off-limits. Just keep things balanced."

"What about fast food? She’s always craving it. And chocolate cake?"

"A treat here and there is fine, as long as it’s not a daily thing. But fruits and veggies are always the better bet."

Ethan nodded, looking like he was mentally taking notes. He started firing off a list of questions about what else to expect over the coming weeks, determined to make sure Lane had everything she needed.

The doctor’s reassuring words about her diet did little to ease Lane’s burning

embarrassment over the other question Ethan had fired off at the clinic. He had actually asked, out loud and completely deadpan, if it was safe for them to have sex during the pregnancy.

Lane had wanted the clinic floor to open up and swallow her whole while she watched the doctor fight back a grin.

Even when the doctor casually replied that intimacy was perfectly fine as long as they didn’t overdo it, Ethan had pushed for a follow-up, asking if there was a specific point where they needed to stop.

He hadn’t seemed embarrassed at all, leaving Lane’s face flushing bright red for the rest of the day.

Now, later that night in their bedroom, Lane squeezed her eyes shut the second she heard the bathroom door click open. Ethan had been in there taking a shower, and she could hear his quiet footsteps approaching the bed. The crisp, clean scent of his soap and shampoo filled the space, instantly taking over her senses.

She pressed her lips together tightly, acutely aware of his intense gaze on her. Even with her eyes locked shut, she knew he was staring; she could feel that familiar, lingering look sending a sudden shiver down her spine.

After a tense moment, the footsteps moved away toward his walk-in closet.

Only then did Lane realize she’d been holding her breath. She let out a soft exhale and peeked, watching him emerge a minute later. When he turned his back, she fully opened her eyes. He was drying his damp hair with a white towel, half-naked and showing off the powerful, muscular lines of his back, wearing nothing but a pair of white pajama pants.

The moment he began to turn back around, Lane slammed her eyes shut again. She held her breath as the mattress dipped beside her; Ethan sat down right on the edge of the bed, his scent completely enveloping her.

She couldn’t stop the deep blush creeping up her neck, and it only worsened when his deep baritone broke the silence.

"I know you’re awake, Lane".

With her cover blown, she had no choice but to open her eyes.

"Can’t sleep?" he asked gently.

"Y-yes," she stammered, deliberately avoiding his gaze. She didn’t want him to see just how flustered she really was.

She had only been pretending to sleep because she was too embarrassed to face him after his blunt interrogation of the OB-GYN. What had he been thinking? Did he seriously plan on going all the way until her due date?

The thought made her cheeks flush even darker, and she shook her head slightly to clear her racing mind.

"Come here, Lane," Ethan said, his eyes locking directly onto hers.

"Huh?"

"Come here," he repeated, extending a hand toward her.

She hesitated for a beat before reaching out and taking it. Ethan intertwined their fingers, easily helping her sit up in bed, but he didn’t stop there—he pulled her firmly forward. Suddenly, Lane found herself pressed flush against his bare, muscular chest, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his skin.

"Want me to help you fall asleep?" he murmured against her hair.

Lane pulled back just enough to look him in the eye, a small, breathless smile tugging at her lips.

"You’re just going to let me smell you?" she teased softly, knowing full well that his presence and scent always managed to completely knock her out.

"Even more than that, Lane..." he whispered, his voice dropping an octave.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean this," he murmured. Before she could even process the words, Ethan cupped the back of her neck and pulled her into a deep kiss. He nipped lightly at her lower lip, and as she gasped in surprise, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside.

He explored every inch of her mouth, sending a strange, electric jolt straight through her body.

Lane couldn’t hold back a soft moan. Closing her eyes, her hand slid up his arm to wrap firmly around his neck, opening up to him completely and giving him total access.

Feeling her enthusiastic response, Ethan let go of her neck and slid his hands down to her waist, lifting her effortlessly until she was straddling his lap.

He pulled her body tight against his, her chest pressing hard against his bare skin. One of his hands stayed anchored to her back while the other gripped her neck, his kisses turning fiery and intense.

She was practically gasping for air by the time he finally pulled away from her lips, his mouth moving hungrily down to the sensitive skin of her neck.

Another breathless moan escaped her as he licked and sucked at her throat. "Ethan," she whimpered, her breath hitching sharply when his hand slid down to cup her breast through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

He squeezed her firmly, and even through the layers, the overwhelming heat of his palm felt like it was scorching her skin.

Clearly wanting no barriers left between them, Ethan slipped his hand under the hem of the gown, cupping her bare skin directly. Lane’s back arched instinctively as his fingers caressed her, her breath hitching as he continued to work his way over her neck and chest.

Finally, he pulled the nightgown completely over her head and tossed it aside onto the floor. Lane’s face felt like it was on absolute fire as Ethan paused, staring intently at her changing body in the dim light of the bedroom.

"Looks like your breasts have gotten bigger, Lane," he noted rawly, his eyes tracing her figure.

"M-maybe because I’m pregnant," she whispered back, her heart hammering against her ribs as he leaned back in.

"Looks like the baby will be well-fed later, but for now, you’re going to satisfy me," Ethan murmured rawly, his voice sending a shiver straight down her spine. He didn’t give her a single second to reply before burying his face against her chest.

Lane arched her back with a soft gasp as his hot lips latched onto her skin. Her hands tangled into his shoulders, her fingers gripping tightly and running through his hair for support while he nursed.

He swirled his tongue around her sensitive apex, sucking again and again until she felt like she was completely burning up from the inside out. A heavy, heavy heat settled low in her belly, and she could already feel herself getting soaking wet down there.

Ethan took his time, moving deliberately between her breasts with equal, intoxicating attention.

Eventually, he pulled her down onto the mattress with him, never letting go of her skin for even a fraction of a second. His hand traveled slowly down her bare back to her hips, squeezing her tightly before hook-dragging her remaining pajama pants down her legs and kicking them entirely off the bed.

He leaned in to take one last long, deep draw from her breast before pulling back just enough to shift their positions. Gripping her waist firmly, he pulled her up and positioned her to sit directly on his chest.

"Sit on my face," he rasped, his voice deep and demanding.

Lane’s eyes went wide in the dim light of the bedroom. "W-what?"

Instead of giving her a verbal answer, Ethan simply pulled her closer until her womanhood was mere inches from his lips. Feeling completely breathless and off-balance, she reached up and grabbed the wooden headboard behind her to steady herself.

"Come closer," he growled against her skin, pulling her the rest of the way until she was right there. She could feel the ghost of his hot breath hitting her most sensitive flesh, sending a fresh wave of intense shivers straight through her body.

"Ahh!" A loud, unbidden moan tore from Lane’s throat the exact moment his strong arms wrapped around her waist, completely closing the distance.

She bit her lip hard to keep from screaming out as he nipped at her clit. But the second he started to suck, she lost all semblance of control.

Ethan used his tongue in a slow, agonizingly sensual swirl that built a desperate, heavy tingling deep inside her core. Slowly, his movements grew more aggressive, and Lane’s grip on the headboard tightened until her knuckles turned white as the pleasure began to peak.

He slipped his tongue inside her, exploring her thoroughly and tasting her sweetness. Lane could do nothing but moan, the sounds escaping her until her throat went completely dry, instinctively grinding against his mouth in a desperate search for friction. The sensation was utterly overwhelming; he was completely savoring her, and she was relishing every single second of the onslaught.

Her hips bucked wildly every time his focus centered squarely back on her clit, but Ethan held her waist tight, his powerful grip keeping her pinned exactly where he wanted her. For a fleeting second, a wave of worry crossed her mind that he wouldn’t be able to breathe, but Ethan didn’t seem to care in the slightest. He was entirely too busy enjoying the feast.

"Ethan..." she choked out, her voice breaking.

The coils of tension in her lower belly wound tighter and tighter until the sensation was almost unbearable. His relentless, bruising pace pushed her higher and higher past the point of no return.

Finally, her toes curled sharply into the sheets and her entire body shook as she hit her peak, crashing over the edge. Ethan held her firm against him, continuously licking through her release until she was completely spent, trembling and breathless in his arms.

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