Page 5 of Milk & Cookie

And she’s acting like there’s no daddy around.

Enter Vince.

A sweet, milky mama, all of my own?

My heart thunders in my chest with desire, but it’s a preposterous idea. I must have dropped the barbell on my head when I was lifting weights. That’s it. I’m probably lying on the gym floor with brain damage. This is either a coma dream, or I died and went to heaven. Nothing else makes sense. There’s no way my dream woman would approach me like this in real life. In fact, the only part of this situation that resembles reality, is how stupid in love I already am with this clearly fictitious woman.

I stare at her tits again, and my cock strains at her. If it’s a dream, I can touch them, right?

She fills my palms to perfection. Warm and firm and wet.

Holy fuck. She’s real. And my hands are on her.

I meet her wide-eyed gaze, and it snaps me from my disturbingly inappropriate, overly entitled stupidity. I snatch my hands back in a hurry and keep my palms high, where she can see them. “Sorry,” I whisper, swallowing down the raging appetite rising within me.

She stares at me but doesn’t baulk, and when she speaks into her phone, her tone is calm. “Hold tight, Ma. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

She puts her phone back in her pocket and grabs hold of one of my hands. Without taking her eyes off me, she repositions my palm to cradle her breast again. “It’s not the way I planned to tell you, but the universe has its own way of making things known.”

“You’re a mom?” I ask.

She leans into my touch. “I’m a mom.”

“Single?” I need to make sure I haven’t misread the situation.

She nods.

“Not for long, if I can help it.” The unguarded words rumble from my mouth before I can stop them.

She lifts her eyebrows slightly, twitches her lips, and presses closer.

I graze my thumb over her raised nipple, but draw my hand back before I get carried away. “You’re leaking.”

“Yeah. I do that a lot.” She cups her breasts and gives the slightest squeeze, making the wet circles grow while she watches me. “It doesn’t bother you?”

I wet my lips and try not to look too hungry about it. “The exact opposite.” I reach down and grip at the ache in my balls, meeting her incredible disinhibition head on. “Does it scare you that I’m so interested?”

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and gives me a coy smile, as she shakes her head. “You’ve got a really warm and sincere energy about you. I like it, and I’m intrigued by the things you’re making me feel.” She studies me, and I grow hot and restless under the attention. “You’re leaking too, by the way,” she says.

I follow her gaze to my shorts, where pre-cum has wept from my thick cock to darken the gray fabric stretched taut over the bulge. “So it seems.”

She smiles. “This was nice.” Her eyes hold a mysterious twinkle, as she walks past me and collects a sweater from the cubbies near the changing rooms. She pulls it on and frees her lush ponytail from the collar. “We should see each other again.”

“How will I find you, Angel Girl?”

“However you need to.” She winks, grabs her gym bag, and heads out the door.

2

VINCE

Idrop my gym bag on Daryl’s paperwork and fall into the chair on the opposite side of his desk. “I’m in love.”

He nods. “Sounds about right.” He doesn’t look up from whatever he’s reading on his tablet and continues to slowly swivel in his chair, leaning back farther than seems wise.

“I’m serious, Daz.”

He lifts his gaze for a moment and gives me the slightest nod. “I believe you,” he says and goes back to his reading.

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