pregnancy, I should be used to them. Whenever Onyxx cried around me, I panicked, ending up picking her up and carrying her around until she stopped. Mack liked to say I was the little baby’s whipping boy, but come on, a crying female scared the crap out of me.
A crying Farron was breaking my heart.
Using my thumbs, I wiped the tears that were leaking from her eyes at an alarming rate, big fat scary tears.
“Baby, we don’t have to take the trip if it upsets you—” again, my words were cut off this time by her lips, wet and salty, slammed to my mouth.
Staying stock still, my hands gently touching her face, I tried to figure out what the fuck was happening. Tears usually meant pain or that someone was upset, but kissing was good. Add them together and I was shit out of answers.
“Farron, what is happening?” I mumbled, in between Farron’s chaste kisses.
“You want to take my son on a bonding trip with your brothers?” she said, looking at me through shining eyes.
“Ah huh,” I answered carefully, realisation kicking in. Happy tears! Thank fuck for that.
“How did you find me, how are you so perfect?” she breathed, shaking her head, her wavy curls bouncing around my hands, tickling me. I couldn’t wait to feel those soft curls tickling me in other places. Of course, thinking that way, seeing Farron in my mind between my opened legs, my dick deep down her throat caused my shaft to come to life. That, and her sitting on me, her feminine core right where she would be able to feel where my dirty mind was going.
“Because I just am,” I quipped, sitting up further against the back of the couch, sliding her further back on my thighs away from the danger area. I promised to give her time, and I meant it, but fuck me. My girlfriend was goddamned gorgeous, and my dick wanted her.
Farron narrowed her eyes at me, a confused expression on her face until she looked down at my lap and saw the evidence bulging in my pants.
Shit.
“Farron, I could apologise and make a joke right now, but the truth is you turn me on just by breathing, baby. This,” I said pointing to my crotch, “happens all fucking day long, I think about you and I get hard, I kiss you and he is harder, I put you on my lap and you sit on him, and he turns into a hard as fuck monster. It’s completely and one hundred percent your fault.” I smiled the cutest, most adorable smile I could manage, totally unrepentant.
Farron licked her lips, her eyes darting to the living room door to where the hallway led to the bedrooms.
“Ah, we can’t now, sorry—”
“Shush baby, I’m not expecting you to do anything about it. It’s not a problem for me, unless it happens in front of my niece and nephew, then it might become one.”
“I want to, I want to make love with you Nixx, I really do. I’m just nervous about it, it has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me.”
“With him, you mean. What he did to you throughout your marriage, putting you down with cutting remarks, not appreciating the beauty that is you!”
“Yeah,” Farron admitted, her cheeks flaming red.
“Well baby, it looks like we might have another problem other than my hard cock. I want you, Farron, that is painfully obvious. Here,” taking her hand, I pressed it to my crotch, my hand on top of hers keeping it there.
“A man can’t fake that. It is called arousal. You have me in this state twenty hours out of the day, and I haven’t seen you naked yet. Does that mean anything to you, Farron? Does it tell you anything at all?”
Three quiet minutes went by, I know, because I counted to one hundred and eighty while she sat there staring at me, chewing on her bottom lip. I was about to shout in utter frustration when she moved her free hand and cupped my scruffy jaw, and the other one still pressed on my dick.
“It means you are all in, and so am I, honey,” she whispered softly, smiling that brilliant smile and that sexy blush covering her dimpled cheeks.
Dropping my forehead to hers, I let out a mock growl.
“What am I going to do with you, woman?” I muttered against her lips.
“Keep me?” Farron giggled, planting a wet kiss to my lips, shimming back down on