Page 109 of Taking What's Ours

I massage her feet for a few minutes, then my hand trails up her bare legs to her pussy and stroke her.

She trembles.

I stand. “Let me put Ariana down and I’ll be back to take care of you.”

“I’ll be here waiting,” she whispers with a serene smile.

“I can take care of both the ladies in my life. Never doubt it, sweetheart.”

Taking the baby inside, I gently set her in her crib, then grab the monitor and return to Elaina. Sitting down, I tug her hand and pull her onto my lap, then slip my hand up under her robe.

She rests her head back and closes her eyes.

I take my time, and slowly bring her to orgasm, until her body shudders and her arms cling to me. “I love you, Baja.”

“Love you more, little Mama.”

And in a few minutes, she’s dosed off. I check the monitor and grin. Both my girls are sleeping peacefully.

I drag in a deep breath and tilt my own head back, closing my eyes.

Life cannot get any better than this.

I only have a moment to take in the calm before my phone vibrates on the armrest.

Cracking an eye open, I pick it up and read the text.

DARKO: Brother, I need your help.

I pick up the phone and call him.

“Hello,” he answers.

“Hey, man. What do you need?” I whisper.

“I’ve got a guy coming to pick up a car tomorrow morning, and I’ve got someplace I need to be. Could you do me a favor and come by, get his check, and give him the keys?”

“All right. I can do that. You goin’ somewhere?”

“Yeah. I’ve got to pick up my son.”

I chuckle at his odd comment. “You don’t have a son, Darko.”

“Apparently, I do.”

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