I was not into Daddy kink whatsoever. What was I supposed to say to that?
Luckily Astrid did not seem to expect an answer as she ripped out a condom and sunk down on my mostly-hard cock.
I gripped her hips and tried to enjoy the thrill of a dangerous liaison.
But she didn’t make the same sounds as Indi or move the same way as Indi. She didn’tfeellike my wife, and the way she kept licking directly inside my ear was very distracting.
What kind of loser was I to be thinking of my wife while I was supposed to be having a hot dirty fuck with my coworker in the backyard?
This was a mistake
After this, I was going to tell Astrid it was a one-time thing, go take a shower, and spend the rest of the decade making it up to my wife.
Oh, shit, my cock was drooping now.
If I closed my eyes, it would come back up. If I thought about how Indi looked, how she smelled.
The carpal tunnel was really getting to me as Astrid finally came, bouncing up and down on my dick.
I didn't think I was going to come so I was going to have to fake it.
I screwed my eyes shut and thought of the hottest thing I had ever said to my wife so I could at least stay hard to get this over with.
“Ready for me to fill you with my cum?” I growled. “You want a baby in this belly?
And that’s when I heard her scream. . .
When I had finished telling Indi, I sat with my head bowed, thinking I had totally ruined any potential second chance with her.
“Christ, you’re a dumbass, Ambrose,” she said disapprovingly.
“I know,” I said. “Not only is it the single stupidest thing I’ve ever done, but now you know it wasn’t even hot and I had to think of you the entire time just to keep my dick up. And it was only pride that kept me from crawling back to you before.”
“I can’tthinkabout this right now,” was all she said. “I’ll come in and help you make sure Julian gets settled in your place.”
But when we arrived in Applewood and drove down our pretty lane with the leaves all bright with red, yellow, and orange fall colors, my house was on fire.
CHAPTER 14
Indi
Bright orange flames shot from Ambrose and Astrid’s lovely three-story house with the wraparound porch.
Holy hell
I had assumed she’d be chasing after Finn in Vegas, but instantly I recognized this as Astrid’s feral little ferret brain at work. And she was nowhere to be seen.
“Take Julian into your yard. Keep him safe. Please,” Ambrose said through gritted teeth, and I felt my stomach do a flip-flop as I obeyed, yanking my keys out and going around to the back seat to carefully unbuckle and cradle the sleeping newborn in my arms.
Once he made sure we were safely on my front porch, Ambrose took off into the backyard of his home.
“Dad? Dad?” he called out, and my heart sunk.
No no no
I waddled into my backyard, watching as the scarlet sparks rained down on my ex-husband. He pounded loudly on each window, calling out for Harold.
But there was no answer.
