Page 120 of In The Game

He does the most adorable sidestroke I’ve ever seen, paddling around in circles, occasionally dipping underwater, just so he can flip his hair back when he comes up. While he swims, I pull Raleigh closer, and she wraps her legs around my waist. A ray of sunlight hits the waterfall, and a small rainbow appears over us. Arthur gasps and points, and we laugh at his excitement.

He passes under it with bright eyes and exclaims, “I swam under a rainbow!”

Resting my head on hers, we watch our son in amusement. Surrounded by greenery, tropical flowers, and a misty rainbow above us. It’s the perfect day. She looks up at me smiling, and I kiss her… almost saying the three words.

FORTY-FIVE

Halfway through our vacation, Barrett got his first taste of real fatherhood when Arthur had a fucking conniption over having to get out of the swimming pool to take a nap. He was practically dozing off, but as soon as we suggested some sleep, all his little five-year-old rage came out to play—which only confirmed how bad he needed rest. He’s been swimming so much, he’ll be ready for the Olympics by the time we get back.

“Jesus Christ.” Barrett wipes the sweat from his forehead and closes the door to Arthur’s bedroom after finally getting him down. “I had no idea five-year-olds could have meltdowns like that. Will he be okay?” He sounds concerned, it’s sweet.

“He’ll be fine, he’s just wiped out. I knew it would hit him eventually with everything new that’s been happening. He’s overstimulated.” I pat him on the shoulder. “You handled it really well.”

I gave him the opportunity to get some dad practice, and he rose to the challenge. He wants to be a part of our lives, he’s gonna get the good and the bad. He stayed calm throughout the whole thing. Barrett was so patient despite not knowing what he was doing. Even when Arthur took a swing at him.

“That was well?!”

I chuckle and nod.

“And how is he so strong? He’s five! Shit, he was thrashing around so much, you’d think he was getting sent to the fucking chair. What the hell?”

My shoulders raise in a shrug. “Ain’t no ‘hood like parenthood. So…wanna get down?”

I bite my lip and start unbuttoning my shirt.

He furrows his brow and pulls his head back like I’m crazy. “What?! No, I don’twanna get down.After that? No way in hell I have the energy, I’m exhausted! How can you even think about sex right now?”

I break out into a fit of laughter. “I hate to break it to you, but this isn’t going to be the first time that happens, and with a kid running around, our chances of getting privacy are limited, so I’m going to need you to pull your shit together.” I clap him on the back twice. “Let’s go, sport.”

“I’ll soundproof every wall in the house and build you a sex room, but babe, I’m taking a rain check. If you need me, I’ll be in the kitchen stress-eating a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.”

“Better make it Honeycomb. If you thought naptime was bad, wait ’til he sees you’ve eaten his cereal…”

“Too soon,” he says, shaking his head. He gives me a soft slap on the ass as he walks past me. “You’ll pay for that later.”

“Probably shouldn’t make threats before you’ve got the soundproofing done.”

He spins around with an exasperated smile on his face and pushes me against the wall.

“Now you’re gonna get it.” I giggle as he presses his lips against mine. “You love running your mouth, huh? If I fill it up, I won’t need to soundproof, will I?”

Hm.Plot hole.That’s fine by me, I’ll take it however I can get it. My sex drive is through the roof since I’ve started getting it regularly.

“Only one way to find out,” I tease.

He pushes off the wall and continues his mission for food. I follow him to the butler pantry where he’s plucking a ceramic bowl off the shelf. He fills it with Cinnamon Toast Crunch from one of the dispensers on the wall and adds milk from the fridge under the breakfast bar.Come on!After he grabs a spoon, he leans against the cabinets to eat.

“Get on your knees.”

The command catches me off guard, and I cock my head to the side. “Do you really think I’m going to suck your dick while you stand there and eat cereal?”

“That’s exactly what you’re going to do. Get on your knees, Raleigh.”

A smile creeps on my face, and I step up to the plate. I push down his joggers, leisurely dropping to my knees. He leans against the counter and grips my ponytail in one hand while balancing a bowl of cereal with the other. I look up at him and could melt into a puddle with the way he gazes down at me.

Wrapping my fingers around him, his cock thickens, and I look up at him through my lashes while I lap at precum covering the tip. His pupils are blown, and he barely blinks as he watches. When I kiss the tip, he blows out a puff of air.

“Don’t wake our son.” I remind him.

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