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“It’s all yours,” I say, as she takes it out, licking around the crown. I like to think I possess some level of self-control but when Indie’s fingertips dig into the flesh of my ass and tug me forward, making me bump the back of her throat, I’m a man on the edge.

She gags around my cock but doesn’t let up, holding me there. I ease out when her grip loosens, and she sucks in a gulp of air. “You want me to take this mouth the same way I just took your pussy?”

With my cock lodged in her mouth, all she can do is look up at me and nod. My hips snap forward pushing to the back of her throat again, making her eyes water. “You take my cock so well.” I pulse there for a minute before I pull back, giving her a break.

Each time I nudge the back of her throat, she swallows, bringing me closer to the edge. Like a fucking goddess on her knees, she moans around my cock. “Drain me and I’ll take you up to the shower and give you another on my tongue.”

Whether it’s my promise of another orgasm in the shower or just her competitive spirit, she ramps up her efforts, sucking hard and moving one hand from my ass to my balls, rolling them in her palm. Instead of holding me in her mouth like I expect her to, she pulls off, one hand wrapped around my base as the other goes to her breast.

My balls pull up tight and dick twitches in her hand. She leans forward, taking everything I have to give her, and looking like the dirtiest thing I’ve ever seen as my cum covers her perky tits. “Jesus, Indie.”

Chapter 42

Indie

Forty-five minutes sounds like a lot of time until your husband insists on going down on you in the shower after washing your hair and takes his sweet ass time. Now I’m rushing to make myself presentable with the ten minutes I have left and I’m not convinced that one shower was enough to wash away the evidence of all the filthy things we did this morning.

After the last twenty-four hours—hell, after the last two weeks—we deserve mind-altering orgasms. Let’s just hope his family thinks the pink staining my cheeks is from the sun during yesterday’s afternoon game and not from the memory of him coming all over my chest.

I’ve read that the hormones for the egg retrieval can do funny things to your body like make you more turned on. It could be that or it could just be that I really wanted my newly outed husband to mark me in a very hot way. We’ll never know, but if anyone ever finds out, I’m blaming the shots.

With my hair still damp, I make my way back downstairs just in time to hear the front door open.

“Hey guys, come on in,” Dom says, holding the door for his dad, who’s got a carrier of coffee in his hand.

“Decaf? What the hell, Dom,” Daelyn says, shoving a bag of food at her brother’s chest.

“Oh, um.” Why is my voice coming out all quiet and meek? Clearing my throat I try again. “That’s actually my fault.”

“Leave your brother alone,” Kelly chides, following Dottie in.

Taking the bag from his mom, Dom glares at his sister. “You can set those down in the kitchen, Dad.”

We all file in through the kitchen and exchange a round of hugs. Nick and Dom pick through the food, distributing it at the table as Kelly and I grab napkins and the girls love on Ronnie.

“So . . . You’re like my sister now, right?” Dottie says, as she scratches the fur behind her ears. And then she looks over at me. “Or actually, you’re my sister and she’s like my niece or something. Right? Oh my god. I’m an auntie,” she gushes.

“Yeah, kiddo. I am,” I say, my eyes finding Dom across the kitchen. “And I’m sure you’re going to be an excellent aunt.”

“Are you going to make us eat before you tell us how this happened?” Daelyn huffs her arms crossed.

“What is her deal today?” Dom asks Kelly, who looks like she’s about ready to throw the roll of paper towels she’s holding at her daughter.

“You got married, and I didn’t even know you had a girlfriend. There was no wedding and the groomsmen would have been so hot in the tuxes. You basically robbed me of the best night of my life.”

“I’m sorry.” Dom snorts. “There definitely won’t be a big wedding now.” Then he freezes, turning to me. “Wait, did you want a wedding?”

I press my lips together, holding in my laughter at the look of panic that crosses his face and just shake my head.

Kelly sits and everyone picks up on the silent message, taking a spot at the table and passing out food from the pile in the middle of the table.

“So, no wedding. Anything else you want to tell us?” Nick eyes the decaf coffee in my hand.

Dom throws his arm around my shoulders in a protective gesture. “Indie’s not pregnant, if that’s what you’re fishing for.” And swear I see Kelly deflate just the tiniest bit at the news.

“But yeah, there is more to the story than just a quickie wedding.” Dom releases an exhale and looks at me for permission. After I cut his hair last night, we talked about how much we wanted to tell everyone. With the team going on the road for the postseason and surgery coming up, I know it’s time. All I need is Dom, but I want the support of our friends and family too now that I’ve had some time to come to accept everything.

“My mother died of ovarian cancer when I was in college.” A chorus of sympathies interrupts me. “Thank you. Recently, we found out through genetic testing that I inherited the mutated genes that make it more likely that I could get cancer. Dom and I had just started seeing each other, but he stuck by my side through it all.” I turn my head and find him watching me, his forehead creased with worry. “He’s been amazing.”

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