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In and out, over and over, my hips and cock setting a pace I can’t control as she starts to writhe beneath me. Taking a nipple between my lips, I nip it with my blunt teeth and soothe the bud by laving it with my tongue as she moans, chasing her impending release. “You’re mine, Specks,” she whispers, her hands moving along my arms and down to my waist as her legs wrap around my ass. She’s clinging to me like a spider monkey as her body urges me on.

“And you’re mine,” I reply. Feeling the familiar tingle at the base of my spine, I know I’m nearing my own orgasm, so I reach between us and lightly stroke my thumb across her clit in a circular motion. As her pussy clamps down on my cock like a vise and starts pulsing, I thrust again.

Once.

Twice.

Three times before I yell out her name while she simultaneously weeps out mine as she climaxes. I continue rocking inside her as her pussy sucks out every drop of cum in my balls, ridingout the waves of the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever experienced. Dropping my forehead to rest against hers, I can feel our sweat-slickened bodies still convulsing. “Fuck,” I manage to groan out.

“You’ve got that right.” Her voice is breathy, her chest still heaving as she pants, trying to catch her breath.

Tilting my head sideways, I capture her lips in a deep kiss, letting her know without words how I feel. Rolling over to my side, I groan when I slip free from her welcoming, warm body. Pulling her close, I kiss her temple and gently push her hair away from her face. “Best ever, Kaya.”

Her smile is radiant as she replies, “I’m reallynotbroken, Specks.”

“Always knew it, Kaya,” I tell her, kissing her once again. “Let’s rest for a bit then see what else you like in bed.”

Later, much much later, after rounds two, three, and four, which happened during our second shower, we’re lying in bed with her sprawled over me, I look at her and ask, “Which was your favorite?”

Her blush, after everything we’ve done to and with each other this afternoon leading into the evening has me smugly smirking as a chuckle breaks free. “Specks, it’s not funny,” she admonishes, nudging my shoulder. “I’m not sure. I think we’re gonna have to try them all again so I can figure it out. Are you up for the task?”

Rolling her over, I grin down into her beautiful face and reply, “Whenever you’re around, I’m always ready.”

CHAPTER

TEN

Kaya

“Areyou sure you don’t mind?” Dr. Young asks. Apparently, he’s the best of the best when it comes to Perthes and is being interviewed for a health segment on a national news station. They want to talk to some of the parents of patients, as well as patients themselves.

Glancing at Specks, I inquire, “Not at all. I suspect there may be a lot of kids who have this to varying degrees whose parents haveno idea what questions to ask when they’re looking for answers. I’m not sure they’ll get much out of Noah, but they can try.”

“Great, I’ll let them know you’re available once we’re done going over Noah’s latest scans and test results.” He picks up his phone and I listen as he advises whoever’s on the other end, he’s got a parent along with her son who will be glad to be interviewed. I’m just happy I’m dressed appropriately for this trip and not sporting my mommy-at-home wear. Specks came along so he could better understand what’s going on and we’re planning to go out to dinner with Noah once we’ve wrapped up this visit.

Once he completes his call, we follow him over to where Noah’s scans are already set up. “Okay, this is the one we took last month when you were here,” Dr. Young indicates, by pointing it out. “You can see from today’s results that everything looks like it’s progressing at an acceptable rate.”

“I know he hates wearing the prescribed braces, but he’s been really good about not trying to walk unassisted. Plus, the aquatic therapy is really helping keep him flexible and limber. I’ve noticed he doesn’t appear to be in pain as much,” Specks tells Dr. Young.

“You having a pool so accessible is likely why he’s had so much improvement,” Dr. Young replies. “Let’s go another month with him being non-weight bearing and see where we’re at. Right now, I think we’re going to be able to avoid surgery.”

I breathe out a sigh of relief at hearing him say that because while I’ll do anything to give Noah a normal life, I wasn’t looking forward to having him in so much anguish after surgery. The wonders of the good old internet had me going down that particular rabbit hole, something I regret tremendously. “That’s good to hear. I was hoping it would work.”

Dr. Young smiles and says, “So far, so good. Let’s get your follow-up appointment scheduled so you can get the interview out of the way.”

“Mommy, that was fun talking to the lady. Did you see the man with the camera?” Noah asks from the backseat.

“I think you may have stolen the show,” Specks tells him. “They asked you so many questions and you did very well answering them.” I love how easy he is with praise when he’s dealing with Noah. He’s adjusted to the role he chose when he claimed me as though it was second nature.

“When will it be on television? Will we record it?” Noah questions.

“Of course, we’re going to record it, buddy. I think the interviewer said it would be on in a week or so. I’ll be taping them starting tomorrow so we don’t miss it, okay?”

“I’m glad he’s healing,” I quietly say once Noah is engrossed in his portable game. He’s got his headset on and is jabbering to Chelsea about the game they’re currently playing. It’s one that Specks found and somehow, although I don’t totally grasp the concept, they’re able to talk through their headsets or even chat inside the game. It’s over my head, that’s for damn sure so I’m glad Specks has the technological knowledge needed to help my boy.

“Me too, sweetheart. So, is Chelsea watching over him tomorrow when we go to court to support Patsy?” he asks.

“She said she would, although I was thinking of asking Granny since Chelsea is with him so much already for school.”

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