by C C Monroe
“Mine. Give her back.” Trey grabs her hips and pulls her from me, bringing her back flush against his front.
“Remember she was mine first,” I yank his chain, just to rile him up.
“Fuck off, and baby, it was great.”
Lana finds her natural place in my side, her arms wrapping lazily around my lean hips.
“How was Ben? Too bad we couldn’t see him. That little cutie is my favorite,” Lana adds, and I growl, reaching down to full on cup her ass in a giant squeeze, zero fucks given that we’re in a restaurant. “I’m teasing, caveman! We’re in public!” she hollers.
Bending, I bite the shell of her ear. “Why don’t I take you to the bathroom and fuck you in public till you and that sassy little mouth take that back.”
Her face reddens as I pull back, and she looks to Trey and Shayla as they busy themselves with the menu. “You wish.” She finds her sass again.
“Don’t tempt me, baby. I’ll do it. Anywhere, remember? It’s baby time.” Shay and Trey go up to the open counter and order, giving us even more privacy. When she doesn’t answer back, I squeeze her ass again and look down at her. A smile on her face that reaches ear-to-ear gets my attention. “What?”
“I think you already finished the job. I’m officially two weeks late, Daddy.” She snuggles deeper into me, and my chest puffs.
“Are you serious? Let’s get the fuck out of here and take a test,” I almost yell, but I contain my enthusiasm with maximum effort.
“We can’t. I’m hungry and we have an appointment. Besides, let’s wait till we get home so we can have privacy. I’m not taking it in a public bathroom.” She chuckles, and I swear my lion’s mane is growing more. The thought that I get to see my queen pregnant again is a joyous yet the most content feeling in the world.
“Fine. Fuck, baby, I hope you are,” I whisper, and share a kiss with her before we’re called next in line.
“Another session with bright faces. You two look happier each time I see you. Things must be going quite well.”
Looking down at L, I squeeze her shoulder into me tighter as she smiles up at Dr. Moore. “Things are going very well. We’ve really been working through our issues, and our co-parenting has been going more smoothly than before.”
“Good. Do you think it’s the medication, or a combination of both that and the therapy?” she asks Lana.
“Combination of both and, of course, having a more stable home and a healthy relationship with Kingston. That is where I think most of it comes from.”
I take silent pride, rewarding myself mentally for being patient with Lana and not forgetting how understanding she has been, especially over the Hilary debacle.
“That’s great to hear. How are the nightmares? The flashbacks? Are they still happening as frequently?”
Lana stiffens a bit and I glance at her, noticing the telltale sign that she has something she wants to confess. “Those have been going away, but actually...” Lana pauses, her gaze glancing back and forth between me and Dr. Moore.
“What? Go ahead, baby,” I encourage her.
“Well, I went out dancing with Shayla, and I had some alcohol. And I think it got to me much quicker, because I haven’t had it in so long. Anyway, I swear I had seen him watching me from across the club, but when I looked back, he wasn’t there, and I knew it was the alcohol.”
“Lana, how come you didn’t tell me this?” If I would have known this happened, I don’t know if I could do anything, but I could’ve helped talk her through it.
“Because,” she shrugs, “we’re getting better, and I don’t want something as small as me having a drink causing you to think I still don’t have control over everything that happened with Joel.”
“That’s not what I would think, L. You know that.” I hold her tighter, kissing the side of her temple. Besides, you are still recovering, and if anything, you being able to know the difference between reality and what’s not means you are farther along than I think you give yourself credit for.”
“I have to agree with Kingston. That’s a huge step in the right direction.”
Lana gives us a mirthful look, her face beaming with pride. “Thank you. I guess it just felt like something to be ashamed of, since I hadn’t really had any setbacks prior, for a few weeks at least.”
Dr. Moore nods, and we wait a brief moment before she turns the focus on me. “Kingston. How are you with everything? How do you feel your relationship with Lana is going?”
I don’t take but a second to respond. “Perfect. We are really rounding a corner.”
“Oh yeah? How so?”
My eyes follow where Lana’s are pointing, and they end on her hand on my thigh. “I asked Lana for another child,” I say bluntly.
I don’t miss the millisecond the therapists face shows a hint of shock. “Really? Lana, how did you respond to that?”
“I was nervous at first, just because I had postpartum depression with Princeton. I worry that will be the case with our next child.”
Curious to know the likelihood of that happening, I weigh in on what Dr. Moore has to say.
“It can be. Usually, second time around postpartum depends on your mental psychosis when you are pregnant and during the time of their first few months. I believe you had it because you had the relations of your untreated PTSD. Normally, in your case, you are looking at a thirty percent second round chance. However, if we continue at the rate you are right now with healing, we may be able to avoid it. If not, we will be able to manage it much better if it is to happen again.”
“Oh.”
I see the fear rise in Lana, feel it against her cold, stiff frame.
“Now, that is nothing to stop you from doing this, if it’s what you truly want. We can make sure to manage it and help you through it, but remember, that isn’t always the case. Not every woman and case is the same. So, let’s keep up with these sessions, and if you are to become pregnant, we will make sure we monitor it. Sound fair?”
Running my warm palm up and down her arm, I try to encourage her not to worry past what’s normal.
“Yeah, you’re right.” She smirks, and her little dimples call to me.
Without a care, I lean in and whisper, “That’s my queen.” Nipping at her dimple, she giggles and blushes, but I don’t give two shits. I love her, and once again, the way she willingly laid herself out there to get better for herself and our family is single-handedly the most profound act of real love I have ever witnessed, and that love is all fucking mine.
“You nut job. Stop.” Her thin fingers splay on my neck, and she pushes with little effort. I laugh, giving her cheek one more kiss before refocusing my attention back on the session.
We carry on for what feels like hours as I anticipate her taking the pregnancy test. I want to know if Lana is, in fact, pregnant again.
“How the fuck did you do this alone the first time, Mama?” I pace outside the open bathroom door, watching Lana take the third pee test. We haven’t looked at the other ones, and I swear I am bursting at the seams and about two seconds away from grabbing them and saying fuck it.
“I was terrified,” she admits, finishing up, and as she pulls up her skinny jeans, I am on her. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her little figure up against my front and bury my head in the crook of her neck. Taking in her scent, my eyes stay focused on the test. She put them upside down, and the suspense is enough to end me.
“I’m here now, my queen, and you don’t need to be afraid. God, I hope you’re pregnant,” I whisper against her neck. “I want this so fucking bad.” Her body relaxes, and I feel her cheek lift with her smile against my face.
“Me too. Despite the fact we are practically mental, I really want this.”
“We are mental. Has it been three minutes?”
She chuckles, scratching her nails gently up and down my arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps in her wake. Fuck, she’s got me amped up and ready to mate.
“No, Daddy, we still have a two m
inutes.”
I need something to do to calm my nervous energy or release it, and with that, a new idea sparks.
“Oh yeah?” Leaving one arm around her small waist, my other hand makes a trail down her tiny stomach, finding the button of her jeans and releasing it. When it snaps open, her breath hitches and my hands slide under the flimsy lacy material of her thong as my large fingers slide between her swollen pussy lips. Fuck, she’s already aroused. “What will we do with that extra two minutes?”
Bringing her hand up, she finds my snapback and throws it to the ground with a whimper. My finger slides knuckles deep into her pretty pussy.
“Uh! Shit.” She grips my hair and tosses her head back. I watch her in the mirror, taking my pleasure and running away with it. I find her G-spot and rub that shit like it will grant me three fucking wishes. Her legs give out, and my arm around her waist bands tighter, keeping her above water.
“Yeah, you like that. Tell me how much you like that. Watch me in the mirror, baby,” I growl, biting her ear and watching her head snap forward as her gaze locks on mine in the reflection of the mirror.
“I love it. God, this feels amazing. Like the first time you ever did this to me.” Her lacy bralette does nothing to hide her rosy nipples as they peak, straining against the silk of her tank top.
“Yeah, I remember that shit. My little queen rode her king’s fingers in his car. You remember the way it felt when I made you come? When you gushed on my fingers? Fuck, you’re still so tight and so damn sexy.” I push my cock into her back, trying to get a release.
“You’re hurting me, Kings,” she cries, and I all but pull away from her, stopping my movement.
“Fuck, you okay, angel?”
“No! Don’t stop! Fuck!” She grabs my wrist and pushes it down, starting back up my movement. I have no idea what I was doing to hurt her.
“What did you mean, baby? Is this hurting you?”
“No, you turn me on like no other. Look at us. Look at the image of us. I’m so small, and you are my beast, eating me alive. I’m fragile and delicate, and you have the power to break me, and that hurts me, because I want you so bad.”
I watch us, and trust me, I know what she means, because I see it everyday. She’s my fucking girl, so delicate and breakable, and I am the alpha, towering over her, ready to take her and own her every damn second of the fucking day.
“Take me, please. Fuck me hard and show me who I belong to!” she cries, circling her hips and watching me with her jaw unhinged.
“Anything for my queen.” With that, I don’t plan to be a lover. I plan to be the alpha and fuck her just like she’s asking her keeper to. Hard and so damn rude. “You don’t take your eyes off me, got it?” She nods, crying out as I bend her over our double sink vanity. “Lift your tops and show me those little tits, baby.”
Without hesitating, she follows the rules, releasing her perky breasts. Her nipples are hard, the rosy tips begging for attention.
“Look how fucking sexy you are.” Leaning forward, I bite her shoulder, my hands roughly grabbing her tits and squeezing.
“Oh, Kingston!”
Nodding my head, I feel like a king in his castle. “Say my name, baby.”
“Kingston!” she cries, while I tweak her nipples, her face turning a pretty shade of pink.
“Yeah, just like that. You scream that name when you come. Got it?”
“Yes, just take me. I want you.”
“Anything for you.” Without another word, I release my cock and slide her pants to her knees. I leave her sexy panties on and move them to the side, loving the look of the lace straining against her skin while I fuck her crudely.
With my hand gripping her shoulder and the other one holding the thin strap of her thong against her hip, I thrust into her with purpose.
“Kingston! Oh fuck, yes, baby!” she screams, but her eyes stay on mine as my face pinches in pleasurable pain. It’s too good; she’s too fucking tight and wet, like I like her. I about lose my seed inside her without even setting into motion.
“Bite that lip, take this monster cock, and feel me, baby.”
She bites down, and a low growl vibrates in my chest as she bares down hard on me, sucking me back in with every withdrawal to the tip that I make.
“You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up, baby.”
“Good. Come for me, Kingston,” she teases, and it turns me on, making me unleash myself.
“Fuck, you dirty girl. You want my come? Huh?” I snarl, thrusting into her harder, each time growing more pronounced.
“Yes! Oh yes!” she cries, and I don’t care if the whole neighborhood hears it. Let them know I am fucking her like a real man lays a woman down.
Leaning back, I watch my cock coated in her juices slide in and out, and I know I need to get her there or I’m gonna end the show before she can even get seated. One thing that always gets Lana going is dirty talk, and I couldn’t have created a more perfect woman with my own two hands.
“You like that pussy getting ruined? You like it, baby?”
“Yes, I do. Oh, you’re so big, baby!”
“Yeah I am. You will never have anything like me. I own this body. Don’t I, baby?” Prepared for her to shut down with my words, I wait for her trigger. Owning her has always been a no-go regardless of what the passion may do to her—she always runs away from it. I squeeze my eyes closed and send up a silent prayer, ready for her to leave me, but she doesn’t. In fact, she completely knocks me on my ass.
“You do! God, I belong to you. Own me, baby. Fucking own me!” she screams and clamps down on me, choking my cock as she orgasms fast. “Kingston!”
“Shit, yeah. Take it, baby!” I push a few more times, powering my hips up into her before I loose myself. Hot ropes of come coat her walls as I come for what feels like fucking hours. My shoulders are hot, my hair is a wild mess, and the sweat covering us is evidence of how carnal we were.
My eyes close, and I hold her in place as I regulate my breathing, coming back down from reality.
She finally breaks me from my fog with a gentle whisper of bliss. “What a way to celebrate having another baby.”
My eyes fly open and see she has flipped the test, and when I spot those two pink lines, I instantly harden again.
“Fuck!” It’s all I can say, elated that my woman is pregnant again, heavy with another perfect little baby like our Prince. My kingdom just grew, and the alpha in me couldn’t be prouder of the way his life is going. I have my prince, my queen, and another little legend on its way. This is the fucking life.
“Thank you, Lana. Fuck, thank you, baby,” I whisper in her ear, pulling her against me and spoiling her with my kisses, touching my lips anywhere they can on her body. Her neck, cheek, lips, and I bite those dimples, which are deep with her proud smile.
“I love you,” she whispers.
“I love you so much more, Lana James.”
James—that needs to fucking change. No more games. It’s time to make her mine for good.
“My parents are coming to town this weekend, and we want to have a dinner. You and Trey good to make it?” I ask Shay, steaming the new floral dresses we got in today. It’s my third week back at work, the two days a week becoming easier and easier with being away from Prince.
“Yeah! Of course! I bet you’re excited to see them.” Moving to fold the jeans we also received, she gives me a sideways glance and excited smile. Little does she know I’m both excited and dreading it all at the same time. We invited them to come see Prince, but we plan to break the news that we are expecting our second child. Kingston and I are beyond thrilled—elated, in fact—to have another child, but my daddy reacted pretty negatively last time, and I don’t think I’m ready to deal with that whole debacle again.
It’s not the pregnancy I think will set him over the edge, since we already have Prince. It’s more so the fact we aren’t married. Daddy is traditional, and believe me when I say he lets it be known. He does have
a point; we aren’t married and we are getting ready to have another child, and though I don’t think that is why we should get married, I just know Daddy will find it all backwards.
I love Kingston, and I’m ready to be his wife. After all the pain and hardships we’ve endured and suffered through, I know without a doubt we deserve a happy ending. We deserve to have each other and complete the circle that is our family.
“I am!”
“Let’s just hope that Daddy James can control himself and not explode on Kingston.”
“We can hope. I swear I always thought it was weird when people say you marry someone like your father. But, looks like I bit the dust with that one. I swear they don’t get along because they are always trying to compete on who’s more alpha,” I chuckle.
“I think they are equally alpha, especially over you. Everyone is alpha over you. Shoot, I am too. Like, you’re my best friend, bitch!” She giggles at herself, and I can’t help but laugh.
“You know it, bitch.” I toss her a wink and the silence falls between us comfortably. The rest of the workday passes, and by that time, I’m itching to get home to my son.
Pulling into the driveway of Kathy’s new house, I see her on the porch, all the babies in a playpen, and my heart pitter-patters at the sight of Prince. As I hop out of the car with pep in my step, Kathy stands to greet me.
“Hey! How was work?”
“It was good. How was my monkey today?”
She smiles down at us as I pick him up, giving the twins pecks on the tops of their cute little heads as I do.
“He was great. He had two full bottles, and I think he’s still a little hungry. He’s a growing babe.”
Bringing the smell of his soft baby skin mixed with linen up to my nose, I inhale his scent and snuggle into his dimpled cheek. With a coo and a smile, he reaches up and plays with my nose and cheeks as I go back to talking to Kathy. “He is such a daddy’s boy. I swear he is going to outgrow me in no time and then probably outgrow Kings when he’s older.”