Page 9 of The Baby Clause
“Okay.” I did feel a little better. I wasn’t sure if that was from knowing that we’d soon have answers or from the feel of being in his arms. A place I’d dreamt of being so many times, my imagination hadn’t done it justice.
“Now I’m going to head out to the truck and get the last few things, then can I grab a shower?” One corner of his mouth was pulled into a slight smile.
Dammmmn!A scowling Mason was sexy, a smirking Mason was hotter than the Sun. Maybe, just maybe, there was life on MARS after all.
Mason
Martha had been right; Jerry was starting to have a meltdown. I could see the tension in his shoulders. The look in his eyes as I carried the parcels through the door. The realization that this was far more serious than he thought. I wanted nothing but to pull him into my arms and hold him, but he was still holding the pup. One thing at a time, first get the baby settled, then calm Jere down. After that, we would have to see. But I could do with getting out of these clothes. They were cold and a little damp and my jeans were strangling my dick.
Plucking the pup from Jerry’s hands, I put him back in his basket. I’d managed to find a crib for him and a feeding chair. They were still in the truck, along with the gift from Jerry’s boss.
Jerry didn’t so much as squeak as I pulled him into my chest and wrapped my arms around him. He felt good, too good. He felt like he belonged there. Like I’d found what was missing from my life. But there were things to do and as much as I would have liked to have just stood there holding him.
After I’d collected the last few bits from the truck, I headed for the bathroom. I had a hot date with the shower and it seemed a purple suction dildo. Huh, I was not expecting to find that. But it was giving me wild ideas about us showering together. There was more than enough room, maybe next time. The spray felt like heaven, heating my cold skin, reaching for the soap. I poured some into my hand and set about washing the stress of the day from my body.
I was crushing on Jerry; I admit it. Before now, before this. I’d struggled to get the man out of my mind and now it was next to impossible. What I should dwell on, was Martha.
Martha was acting weird, well, even more weird than normal. She knew something, because she was hinting and being cagey. Plus, what with that suggestion of when we got this all sorted out, that we head over to hers for dinner? This was not just female meddling; this was meddling on an epic scale! The likes that had never been seen before! I’m not buying her story that she ran into Scotty and he told her about Jerry and the pup. Scotty knows better than to blurt out sensitive details of what might be an ongoing investigation. Nope, there was a scheme afoot, and that foot was wearing Prada, actually more likely Nike, but you know if the shoe fits and all that. But what was her angle, getting me and Jerry together-obviously? Where did the pup fit into all of this? Just where had he come from, because I’m pretty sure he didn’t just drop from the sky. I can rationalize most things. I’d been around a while, and I’ve seen shit I couldn’t explain. Only I wasn’t buying into what shit she was selling. The ‘not so subtle’ hint with the condoms for one.
As soon as the idea popped into my head, I knew I had to go with it. Shutting off the shower, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me. I was dripping a small puddle as I boldly walked to the kitchen, purple dildo in hand. The startled look on Jere’s face was priceless. I’d never seen anyone turn that shade of red. For one agonizing moment, I thought he was going to have some kind of seizure. Then he swept a heated look over me from head to toe. Even from a few feet away, I could feel the burn against my skin. My body flash heated under his gaze. It amazed me that there wasn’t steam filling the air. Just when I thought things were about to get interesting, the pup interrupted us with a cry. My cock had gone from tenting the towel to dragging its tail.
Jere stood there like a deer caught in the headlights, carrot in hand. I could see him wrestling with the idea of ravaging me, seeing to the pup or finishing dinner. I took pity on him and sauntered in the pup’s direction.
“I’ll see to him. You finish dinner.” Jere’s eyes lingered a moment longer while he sucked on his lower lip. And now I understood why my brothers kept dropping their pups off at my place. I didn’t miss the breathy tone in his voice as he said thanks or the second glance he gave me as I walked past.
Who knew that Jere was an amazing cook, not me, that’s for sure? Was I disappointed that I wasn’t eating Turkey? No, having something different was in-keeping with the type of day it had been. I’d set up a crib in the corner of Jerry’s room. Yeah, I’d noticed that there was only one bed. I was going to bring up the sleeping arrangements later. My intention was to ease into it slowly, maybe open a bottle of wine and then see how he felt at the prospect of sleeping together. If earlier were any indication, then I was sure he was pretty open to the idea. So was I. I’d given up kidding myself that I could fight off my attraction. Being here, being in his space, I was forgetting what my opposition to him was, well, besides his driving and choice in cars.
The pup or Pip needed one more feed, then I could put him down for the night. I had my doubts that he’d be able to sleep through it, but he seemed to be a good baby. He didn’t fuss much and slept a lot when he wasn’t pooping. Dear god, what a smell! I’d thought that something had died. It was that bad, but nope, just some industrial grade bio-waste. I tried to not breath but I could only hold my breath for so long before the room spun. I fed him his formula, burped him, this time remembering to place a towel on my shoulder. I only had a few clothes with me and so far, the pup had puked on two tops and peed on my jeans. I was, now, wearing a pair of Jerry’s sweatpants. They were a little short and a lot tighter than mine, which only drew attention to my unruly cock.
Jerry
Mason had fed and changed the little stink demon, and settled him in the new crib. My nerves were shot and even my inner monologue was babbling-confusing the hell out of my fox… Sexy Men, Towels, Dildoes!
I’d forgotten, like the idiot I am, that it was still there, stuck to the bathroom tiles. But in my defense, I had more than a few things on my mind. Having Mason around was very… domesticating. So much so it was frying my brain! It was like I’d been picked up and dropped into a parallel universe, one where I had a mate and kit, and we were living happily ever after. He’d gone to take a shower while I’d made a not-so festive dinner. A few minutes later, he’d walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel and holding my purple dildo. Apparently, it had fallen off the wall… It amazed me how I didn’t die of mortification, carrot in hand. The jackass was smirking and had this almost gleeful look in his dark eyes. Part of me wanted to dart over to him and kiss him wildly, saying I’d rather use his dick instead, while the other part wanted to dive out of the nearest window and hide out the rest of the winter. The fact he was next to naked, still with little drops of water running down his chest, didn’t help either. I’d never wanted to be a drop of water so much in my life. I wanted to lick up every drop and trace every line. My cock was pulsing so hard it made my body shake, my eyes burning through his towel, desperate to see what hinted to a rather fine cock.
But before I could take a step or unfreeze my lips, my other uninvited guest demanded his dinner. At least I hoped it was his dinner. I wasn’t ready to deal with the whole nappy change thing just yet. Also, I was hoping the express order I’d made for a gas-mask would arrive before I had to face that one. Mason had shown me more than once how to do it, but just the smell of baby poop had me running to the door, gulping in a breath of fresh air while I wiped at my watering eyes. How could something so small make such a stench? Really, it was enough to peel paint off the walls; it was so bad the government should issue a health warning.
Fortunately, dinner had been uneventful. I’d not burnt anything, and he seemed to like it, so I was going to take it as a win, a small one. But a win nonetheless.
Then Mason handed me the basket that Stefan had sent, hinting that I was going to love what was inside. See, bosses could be taught. All you had to do was dazzle them with your work and throw a hissy fit. I might have mentioned that a competitor had been trying to recruit me. It was the truth; they’d sent offers that they thought were too good for me to refuse. But all of them wanted me to move back to the city, and that just wasn’t going to happen this side of hell freezing over. The snow continued to come down like some kind of snow-apocalypse. Then it wouldn’t surprise me if hell did actually freeze over. Or maybe this was hell?
Oh, umm. Booze and condoms! I didn’t know what to say, or where to look, then I didn’t know what to think. Stefan had taken my comment on board and had got me whisky, which was great. I just wasn’t sure what statement he was trying to make with the condoms. Was he implying I needed to go and, you-know, get some action?
Fuuuuuck no, please let him not be suggesting that HE be the action.
Oh God. I was definitely going to need to look into getting another job. I also wasn’t going to need that snowblower because my cheeks were burning so hot, I could melt that snow bank with my face. There was only one thing for it: avoid the elephant in the room, or the jumbo box of extra-large condoms and focus on the booze. I held up the bottle towards him and smiled my most confident smile. While edging towards the kitchen.
“Can I interest you in a drop?”
“I was hoping you were going to suggest a drink. I think we could both do with one. It’s been an eventful day, and it’s not over yet. I think we have a few things we need to talk about.”
“Things, what kind of things?” Okay, I was starting to rethink the logic of starting this conversation…
“Sleeping arrangements for one. There is no way I’m going to be able to fit on that couch and unless you have another bed around here that you’re hiding. Then we’ll be bunking together tonight.”
I had my head in the cupboard, searching for the whisky tumblers that had been pushed to the very back. Eeek! I almost swallowed my tongue hearing Mason say those words out loud. Forget the tumblers. I was going to need a much bigger glass.
One drink became two, two became three, and before long I was sprawling half on Mason and half on my seat. My cheeks felt hot to the touch, and the whisky was giving me a buzz. I’d also become Mr. Wandering-hands.
