Page 84 of The Bartender's Baby

It had been weeks,months, and I missed this. Missedhim.

I curled one hand around the base and the other around his balls, lightly tugging at them as I licked the drop of salty precome from the head before tracing the underside with the tip of my tongue. I stared up at him, making sure to keep eye contact when I took him fully in my mouth, only to pull back and swirl around the tip again.

He groaned, tunneling his fingers into my hair. “Fuck, princess, you know just what to do, don’t you?” He tightened his grip. “Make me come.”

I hummed around him, earning a spasm of his muscles, and he breathed out a laugh. “Yeah, you’ll make me come hard. Down your throat, hm? That my birthday present?”

He stroked my cheek and jaw, his eyes alight with lust and admiration, praising me with his hands and words. Mumbling curses and directions. Telling me how he’d missed fucking me. How he’d been desperate to touch me.

“I love you so much,” he said. “Being your partner and watching you become an amazing mom has made me fall in love with you so much more. Every day, I love you more and more, and you wake me up like this? You are everything.”

He fisted my hair, holding my head in place as he began to lift his hips, taking over the movement for me, his teeth gritted, and yet, he still went on. “Fuck, princess. I love you. I love you. Look at you. You’re so pretty like this. Your eyes all big and sleepy and glassy. Your mouth taking my cock. You were made for me. Fuck yeah.” He breathed harder, repeating it over and over. “Fuck yeah…”

And then he orgasmed with a moan, his head relaxing back to his pillow, his skin flushed, the vein along his throat throbbing. I swallowed, gagging a little, as he released shots of warm liquid at the back of my mouth, his cock jerking between my lips and against my tongue.

When he finished, I slowly dragged my mouth back up his softening length, following with my fist, until he was clean. Crawling back up his body, I found Nate utterly blissed out, a dopey smile on his face.

“Best birthday ever,” he declared and reached for me, his intent obvious when he slipped his hand up the tank top I wore. But before he could do anything else, George’s cry echoed down the hall and on the monitor.

“Frogger,” Nate whined. “You couldn’t give me fifteen more minutes?”

I stifled a laugh at his pitiful pout and hopped out of bed. By the time I fed and changed George, Nate had showered and dressed, so he took the baby downstairs, allowing me time to get ready for the day. We ate breakfast together and chatted, mostly about Genevieve, who was due soon, and what still had to be done at the bistro.

I’d always marveled at Nate’s ability to stay positive and be productive, but these last few weeks, he’d really exceeded anything I thought possible. I had a hard time getting anything accomplished some days, still so tired, but he was up every morning at six to work out and then out the door around nine to do whatever he needed to at Walt’s and the bistro before returning so I could go to campus and complete whatever schoolwork I had. Then after dinner, he was back out again after he helped with Frogger’s bath time. The man was incredible.

A juggler doing it all. Never letting any one of his responsibilities hit the floor.

But I could see it taking a toll on him.

Before he stood to leave, I hopped onto his lap, which signaled Lucy to leap up from her place in front of the back door. She assumed it was family hug time and pawed at my leg to pick her up, but she was definitely not invited in this embrace, and Ishook her off before hooking my arms around Nate’s shoulders. “You sure you don’t want to play hooky with me and Frog?”

His hands rounded my ass. “I can’t.”

“But it’s your birthday.” I bumped the tip of his nose with mine. “And I want to relax with you. Play more.”

He started to shake his head, but George gurgled quietly in his bouncer as Lucy sat in front of him, the two good buddies.

“See?” I smiled at my little guy waving his arms. “Frogger wants you home too.”

Nate heaved a sigh at our son. “You’re supposed to be on my side, dude.”

“He wants to hang out with his daddy.”

I could see the war waging behind Nate’s eyes as he gazed at me, his lips pursed. I scratched at his beard, because that always got him. Like finding the spot that made a dog kick.

He tilted his head, catching my fingers in his mouth, playfully biting at them as he growled.

“Hey!” I giggled, and he let go, only to kiss me.

“I love your laugh.”

“So stay and make me laugh more.”

“I can’t. I really can’t. We have the final inspection this morning.”

I nodded, knowing I couldn’t keep him from that, so I gave him a lingering kiss that would hopefully bring him home early tonight before I stood up to clear the table. After Nate said his goodbye to George, he patted my butt and headed out.

I worked a bit on my graduation project while George spent some tummy time on the play mat, and we both napped after lunch. Even though I had returned to school, it wasn’t a full schedule, so I sometimes felt like I should be doing more, but both Shannon and Summer liked to remind me to enjoy my time with the baby because it would pass fast. In a few months, I’d be working full time, and I wouldn’t be able to sleep with him in myarms whenever I felt like it, so I took the advice of both of my mothers-in-law and didn’t worry about what Ishouldbe doing because it was right here. With George, being his mom.

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