Page 71 of Hideaway Whirlwind
“For being all big and bad and scaring him off so we could keep them?” She snorts. “No.” She curls her finger so I’ll bend in half, then rolls up on her tiptoes to say, “I was hoping you would do exactly that, Daddy.”
I groan. “You couldn’t have waited to say that until the kids were in bed?” I grab her hip and pull her against me.
“I mean…it is almost nap time.” She tugs on my earlobe with her teeth.
“Can’t wait, Mama.” I spin her around, using her to hide my erection. “Alright, kiddos!” I clap my hands. “Time for a nap!”
Dustin whines, “But I’m not tired.”
“The puppies can sleep on the bed with you—just this once—but only if y’all are really good and go right to sleep,” I tell them.
They cheer, gathering the puppies and rushing down the hall with Storm wagging her tail wildly.
Within five minutes, the kids are happy and asleep, and I have Birdie on her knees on the bathroom counter again, my cock planted deep inside her from behind while I swirl a wet finger around her backside, making her beg forDaddyto cum inside hernowwhen she orgasms. And then a second time. I try for a third, but she pushes me off, needing her own nap afterward. Might as well join them, too, since I’ll be up all night yet again.
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I’m on edge twenty-four-seven. I thought bringing Birdie and the kids home would ease the interminable buzzing beneath my skin—and it has, to some degree. I’ve pinched myself to the point of bruising on multiple occasions, making sure I’m not dreaming or hallucinating. The new tattoo and dogs have helped, too, but there’s that nagging worry over Birdie’s mother every single day in the three weeks since Russell’s disastrous welcome party. Why hasn’t she made herself known? Attempted to take Sydney? Could Birdie be wrong, and her mother has indeed given up?
Without any closure, always wonderingwhat if?, it’s tough to concentrate, now that I’m back at work and away from my family during the day. Life is moving on. When the kids are in school, Birdie and Kendall hang out with Goldie so they’re not alone, while Birdie refreshes her memory, studying for her GED. I should be able to move on, too, finding my new normal as a part-time warehouse employee, but I simply can’t. Ineedthat closure.
And so, it’s another sleepless night of making circuits around the cabin, carrying my loaded sawed-off with Storm by my side while everyone else is asleep. Thunder rumbles in the distance, and the drizzle that has been falling off and on since last night turns into a sudden downpour, the already full creek rising. The rain obscures any would-be out-of-place scent, anyway, and with no visual or auditory clues after another half hour, Storm and I trudge inside, still unsettled.
“You can’t keep going like this,” Birdie says from behind, making me jump as I’m shucking off my damp jacket in the dark kitchen. “The sleep deprivation is only going to drive you crazier, and there will be plenty of that when the baby comes.”
“You’re getting too good at creeping up on people,” I say,drying my hair with a clean dishtowel.
“Thanks,” she says, leaning into me, her body heat chasing the chill from my skin, her gorgeous hair tangled in a nest from sleep. “I learned from the best.”
“Oh yeah? What else have you learned, my little black widow?” I ask with my hands on her waist, backing her against the refrigerator, where I’ve hidden my gun on top beside hers.
Birdie’s eyes flash with desire when a bolt of lightning strikes close enough to make the windows rattle, illuminating the room. “Hmm, let’s see.” She licks her bottom lip and cups my cock that is already growing hard in my jeans. “I learned I can make you whimper just by sucking the tip of your dick, Daddy.”
Pleasure zings down my spine when she unbuttons and unzips my jeans, slipping her little hand under the stiff denim fabric to lightly graze my shaft.
“Want me to show you?” she asks.
“Fuck, Birdie, yes, yes.” My cock is already spitting precum when she lowers herself to kneel on the floor, but I yank her up with my hands under her armpits, high enough for her to attempt wrapping her legs around my waist. “But not in here.” We don’t need to traumatize the kids, should any of them wake and come looking for us.
As soon as I flip the lock inside the hall bathroom, Birdie slides down my body to kneel. She grips my shaft, strangling it and making me roll up on the toes of my boots, and I stumble back, my spine slamming against the door with a loud thud. She presses the tip of her hot tongue into the slit at the top of my crown, licking away the bead of precum with a hum of delight at the taste that makes me go cross-eyed.
“Beg me to suck your dick, Daddy.”
“Please, please, please.” I pant and lift my T-shirt, flexing my abs to see my goddess past my stomach.
Birdie grins devilishly. “You can do better than that.”
“Fuck, Mama, please, please, I need your mouth.”
“You do?” She strokes me once, giving me another lick that has my knees close to buckling.
“I’ll die without it.” I grip her bun, wanting to push her head down, but unwilling to apply any pressure or force anything on her. She’s the one in control, not me.
And she’s right, she knows how to pull the whimpers right out of me when she sucks my crown into her mouth with a littlepop, the intense suction having me ready to blow in under a minute. When another bolt of lightning strikes closer, Birdie screams, startled by the proximity, and she nicks my cock with her incisors.
“Ow, ow, fuck!” It happens instantaneously, cumming without warning at the sharp bite of pain. “Sorry, fuck, I can’t stop!” I groan, pumping my hips to push a little deeper into her mouth, spilling down her throat.
Birdie braces her hands on my thighs, swallowing and gasping for breath as soon as I pull out after unloading my last spurt of cum on her tongue. “Man, that was intense, huh? I told you I could make you—”
