Page 68 of Only for Tonight
“Okay, fine, I’ll give you road head,” I tease him, making him laugh.
“But I want it to be a boy,” I tell him. “I don’t know why; I just think I’m more of a boy mom. I want him to be just like you when you were younger.” He looks over at me for a second. “You were always kind and caring.” I bring his fingers to my lips. “And you always, always looked out for your sisters.”
“Well, I was the older brother. You were the same way with Brookes.”
“Yeah, but then he got annoying real fast.”
“Baby, the same thing happened with Tori and Kiera, but especially Tori,” he shares. “You just didn’t see me torture her, but when she finds out that you’re pregnant, she’ll tell you all the stories of why you shouldn’t have a baby with me.”
“But then she’ll tell me about the time when she was in middle school and there was a guy teasing her, and you showed up and roughed him up a little.”
“She told you that?”
“She did,” I confirm softly. “She also said that once your dad was out of town and they had the father, uncle, grandfather dance and you took her, and everyone was fawning over you.” He smiles. “You even bought her a corsage.”
“In my defense, my mother bought it for her.”
“Doesn’t matter, it meant the world to her”—I reach up and put my hand to the back of his head—“and that means everything.” He turns his hand and kisses the palm of my hand changing the subject.
“You’re twelve weeks,” he reminds me, “today.”
“I know, you put the calendar on the fridge.” I smile at him. “Which means I get to call and make an appointment with an OB/GYN.”
“So when are we going to tell everyone?” he asks me.
“I guess I can go to Dallas next week and tell them face-to-face.”
“I leave on Sunday and I’m supposed to come back on Wednesday night with the team, but I’m thinking I can go to Dallas and then we can tell them together.”
“Um,” I start to say, “you planned it out already?”
“Well, I looked at my schedule, and I thought about it a bit.”
“I’m nervous,” I admit to him.
“I know, baby.”
“Are you?”
“Well, my father knows”—he smirks—“but my mother, she might not be happy with me. It’ll be okay.” He brings our hands to his lips and kisses my fingers.
“You promise?” I ask him and he holds up his hand and sticks out his pinky and I do the same thing as our pinkies lock.
“Absolutely,” he says to me and I look at him while he smirks, making all parts of me tingle and my stomach flutter, “not.”
twenty-four
Jaxon
“Baby.” I lean my head back on the couch. “Come here.” I look at her head bobbing up and down on my cock, her hand working me at the same time. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
She lets go of my cock and smirks at me. “You already did that today”—she goes back to sucking my cock—“this morning.”
“Ari, get up here.”
She gets off her knees from between my legs and gets on the couch beside me, wearing just her tank top in the middle of her torso. She is on her knees beside me as she crosses her arms in front of her to take off her tank. My hand goes straight to her pussy that I devoured right before she took my cock into her mouth. One hand on her hip, I slide my two middle fingers back inside of her. “Fuck, Ari,” I say, moving my fingers to her clit as she tosses her tank top with our shorts. My hand moves to her nipple and she grips my cock again and takes me back into her mouth. I groan as I play with her nipple and she works my cock with her mouth and hand. “That mouth.” I close my eyes. “Fuck, that mouth,” I snap and pull her on me. “Ride my cock.”
“Hmm,” she murmurs, letting my cock go and swinging a leg over me. She places one knee beside my hip, reaching in between us for my cock as she slowly slides down me. The heat and slickness of her pussy makes me groan, and when she gets to the base of it, she puts her hands beside my neck on the back of the couch.
