Page 80 of Choke Up

One of Sean's brood races by us, his husband Carl, frantically chasing the identical twin in the opposite direction. Gabe leans to the side and scoops the little guy up, hanging him upside down.

"Are you running away from your daddy?" he says to the three-year-old, with a mock stern voice.

The little shit, even upside down, crosses his pudgy little arms and says, "No."

"Who taught you to have such an attitude?"

"M'uncle Gabe!" the boy spits out through a sly grin, before dissolving into a fit of giggles when Gabe turns him toward me and suggests I "unleash the tickle monster."

We're able to distract little Cade until Sean finds us, hands on his hips and out of breath. "Whose idea was it to set up an ice cream sundae bar and let the kids go wild with it?"

Gabe and I point at each other wordlessly. The sundae bar was my idea. But Gabe was the one that told the kids they could have as much ice cream as they want.

Sean rolls his eyes, but he's grinning as he plucks the giggly, over-sugared toddler from Gabe's arms. "Still a decent catcher," Sean says. "Enjoy retirement."

Gabe watches Sean blow raspberries on his son's belly, laughing as their seven-year-old comes over and does the same to him. It's especially funny since Sean has gotten a little soft in the middle, and the kids love to poke at him for it.

"I want that," Gabe says wistfully.

"A pot belly?"

"Yeah, and, you know, babies."

"You can have a pot belly without babies," I point out.

"I mean, come on. You can't tell me we wouldn't make some damn cute babies. Think about it. Your hair, your eyes, my big mouth. They'd be pretty like you, and sassy like me."

"I'm not sure that's how it works," I say, eyebrows raised in amusement.

"Says who?"

"I mean, it's not like you haven't been trying to knock me up for almost twenty years."

"True. But I'm going to have so much more time on my hands now." He pulls my chair against his and leans in close to my ear. "Now that I'm retired, I'll have time to tie you down and fill you with load after load of my cum. I'll alternate taking your ass and your mouth until you're so full of my cum that your stomach is swollen. I'm going to fuck you on the hour, every hour, until you breed for me, baby."

Oof. Is it hot in here all of a sudden?

I lick my dry lips and lean into him. "For science?"

"For science," he says against my lips before pulling me onto his lap.

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