“Trust me, I’ll let you suck my cock later.” He kissed the side of my jaw. “But right now, just relax.”
I laughed and stared up at the clouds. This truly was amazing. But I think he was underestimating just how badly I wanted his cock in the back of my throat. I’d just cum and yet I was so horny I could scream.
“Relax,” he whispered.
“Only if you do that thing again.”
He pushed the fabric to the side and started the slow torture all over again.
God, I was going to give him the best blowjob ever later.
Runaway - Chapter 46
1 Month Later - Sunday
I stared down at the little bundle of blue in my arms. I still couldn’t believe he was finally here.
Miller was stretched out on the hospital bed beside me, fast asleep. He’d stayed up all night trying to get our son to stop crying so I could get some rest. But I wasn’t tired anyway. I just wanted to hold my baby boy.
They’d both fallen asleep about an hour ago. And I kept looking back and forth between their sleeping faces. This little guy was a spitting image of his father.
Miller moaned and slowly opened his eyes. “How are we doing?”
“Good.” I reached down and lightly ran my fingers through Miller’s hair. “He’s sleeping.”
“And do we have a name yet?”
I’d insisted for months that I wanted to call him Henry. But Miller remained adamant that he didn’t want to name our son after a tomato. He had a few names picked out. And the longer I stared at our son, the more I realized Miller was right. This little boy was so much better than a tomato plant. He’d quickly stolen half my heart. The other half was still with Miller.
“Yeah, I think we finally have a name,” I said.
Miller reached his hand up, cradling my face. “I’m okay with Henry. If that’s really what you want. You know that.”
Even with all his protests, I did know that. Miller always just wanted me to be happy. And that included letting me pick our child’s name. But…this wasourbaby. And our baby wasn’t one of many Henrys.
“No,” I said. “I like the one you picked out. It suits him.” I looked back down at our son.
Miller didn’t move. “Which name?” He reached up, grabbing my chin so I’d look back down at him.
“Which one was your favorite again?” I was teasing him. I knew what his favorite was. And it was my favorite now too.
“Jacob.”
I nodded. “Jacob. I think that’s his name, don’t you?”
“Yeah?”
“Jacob Miller sounds perfect. Doesn’t it?”
Miller nodded. “You’re perfect.”
“Only because I didn’t name our son after my tomato plants.”
“That would have been weird.”
“Well I’ve only ever loved them and you.”And Matt.I blinked, the thought of Matt hitting me like a slap in the face. I swallowed hard, trying to push away the image of his face in my head. Icleared my throat. “And as much as I love you, I wasn’t going to name our son Richard.”
Miller laughed and sat up. “I wouldn’t have wanted that either.” He put his arms out so I could let him hold Jacob.
