We had been skirting around saying the big three words. Both of us showed it in our actions, and I knew in my heart that we were both feeling them. I think Max was afraid of scaring me off, and I was afraid of getting my heart broken. My self-doubt was overwhelming, though Max gave me no reason to think his feelings weren’t genuine.
What I felt for him was foreign and scary, but it also brought me so much joy and security. I wish I had fallen in love with him first, instead of getting tangled up with Dean. I wished more than anything that he was Charlie’s biological father. Regardless of paternity, he constantly showed my daughter what it would like to have a consistent and stable male role model in her life.
Max and I had discussed what we saw our future looking like as we curled up in bed one evening.
Max wanted the standard nuclear family. He saw himself having at least one or two kids of his own. I hadn’t ever given much thought to having another baby, but now that I was with a man who treated me with such respect and tenderness, I found it hard not to call the local OBGYN and have my IUD removed immediately.
Max’s hand caressing my thigh brought me out of my lust induced day dream. I’d never had a daddy kink, but the thought of Max holding a newborn had me nearly panting.
“You okay?” he asked with a quirk of his brow. My cheeks flushed, and his sexy smirk revealed he knew where my head was at.
“Mhmm.,” I mumbled, rubbing my thighs together to ease some of the tension that had gathered there.
“You sure?” He asked as he coasted his fingers with torturous slowness along my inner thighs. My breathingquickened, and I avoided looking at him to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how turned on I was.
We had such an early morning, and both needed to get to bed. Thoughts of all the party details that still needed to be nailed down in the morning swam through my head. Max’s fingers continued their ascent as he crested the hem of my cotton sleep shorts.
“I can hear you thinking all the way over here, Trouble. Need me to help quiet that pretty little mind of yours?” he taunted as he teased the edge of my panties with his pinky finger. I was nearly panting with want at such a simple touch, but Max consistently had that effect on me.
I leaned over to the side to check the baby monitor I had placed beside me, making sure that Charlie was fast asleep. Wade and Ray had gone out for the evening to gather the last of the party supplies. He was staying at the Cortez house to put together balloon arches and flower garlands.
What I wouldn’t give to see Wade attempt to style a flower garland, but I knew he was in the best hands, with Ray at the helm. With the baby asleep, and the house to ourselves, the world was our oyster.
I felt Max’s fingers breach the lace edge of my panties and I damn near tossed the monitor onto the other couch cushion in frustration as I tipped my head back to rest on the back of the sofa.
He chuckled softly at my increasing desire and I spread my legs wider in blatant invitation.
“Such a greedy fucking girl,” he tsked as he removed his hand. I groaned in annoyance and that infuriating chuckled rumbled from his throat.
“It seems to me like you need a little relaxing,” he purred while fingering the waistband of his gym shorts and boxers.He palmed his thickening cock through his pants before sliding them off. His rigid length bobbed against his stomach as he removed them, one leg at a time, with a slowness that would make a turtle cry.
He sure wasn’t in any hurry as he slowly stroked himself from root to tip. His arousal was clear in the bead of pre-cum that was leaking from the tip. I moistened my lips in anticipation of leaning down to gather a taste.
“Cat got your tongue?” He asked with the confidence of a man who knew what he wanted.
I cleared my throat before answering. “Nope, just thinking about how fast I can have your cock down my throat.”
The lust from hearing those words was evident in the way his cock twitched in his hand.
“As much as I love watching you gag on my cock, Trouble, I want to helpyourelax.” He stroked the silky crown, using his pre-cum as lube as he coasted his hand up and down. I whimpered with desire and scooted to the edge of the couch to get on my knees.
“No.” he commanded. I stopped and lifted my eyes to his. His dilated pupils made it impossible for me to distinguish where they ended and his irises began. His eyes seemed almost black with desire.
I quirked a brow in question.
“I wanna watch,” he said with a wicked grin.
Oh, fuck.
TWENTY-FOUR
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While seeingStella on her knees was one of my favorite sights. I wanted to see her open up and own the confidence she’d been working on building. I knew that this was going to be a huge step for her, but taking charge and matters into her own hands was one of her strong suits.
Her breaths came in ragged pants as she dutifully waited for instructions. Her eyes were lit with a fire of want, and I was sure that if I shoved my hand down those flimsy cotton shorts, she’d be soaked.
I took my time watching her squirm as I stroked my cock. It was hard as steel and borderline uncomfortable, but I wanted myself on the edge as I watched her bring herself pleasure.
