Lyon's Heart

by Jordan Silver

  She’d pulled my cock out and studied me as if she wasn’t already well acquainted with my meat. She’d teased around the barbell in my cock head with her tongue just the way I liked, all the while smiling into my eyes. Then she’d swallowed me down whole until I hit the back of her throat. Since she was running this shit she’d made some ground rules. One of which was that I was not allowed to touch her I had to keep my hands beneath my head. But she was giving her pussy a nice little workout with three fingers buried deep one minute and plunging back and forth the next. Then she’d take them out and feed them to me until I licked them clean consuming her pussy’s essence from her hand.

  I had let her play biting into my lip the whole time to keep from shooting because pregnant already or not there was no place I liked cumming more than in my baby’s sweet pussy. Plus by that point I needed to fuck. When I’d noticed her winding down I’d taken over.

  “You done?”

  She knew the deal and at my words she’d laid back legs spread holding her pussy open for me to plunder. She had me so hot I’d grabbed both her legs pushed them back towards her head and tongue fucked her until she pleaded with me to ease off. When I’d had my fill of pussy juice I’d teased her opening with my cock head until my boy said fuck it and went in full boar.

  Now here she is again rubbing her pierced tits into my chest like I hadn’t just fed her greedy pussy already. That’s another thing, Kat’s a closet nudist. I don’t think she’s worn a stitch of clothing since we’ve been here except for when the caretakers were here that one day and then it was only what she had mislabeled a bikini. Fuck, if women were wearing shit like that on public beaches brothers were in for a world of hurt.

  So here we are sitting out on the beach after her swim and I’m back to stressing about this baby fuckery and she doesn’t have a care in the world. Every once in a while it jumps out at me and grabs me by the throat. I keep looking at her to see if there was any change but there was nothing. She was still my tiny little Angel. The only change I could see was her horniness factor was off the scale. I wouldn’t be surprised if my shit was rubbed raw by the time we went home.

  I had pretty much made peace with the fact that I was going to have a son soon. I was worried about whether or not I would be a good dad. That’s the worried look she now saw on my face.

  “What were you thinking about Colton?”

  “Nothing babe.” Like I’m gonna tell her this baby shit scares me. Man the fuck up Lyon she’s not supposed to know this shit has got you bent. I had to distract her somehow because I’d heard that pregnancy made women worry excessively too. If she’s going to worry then I have to be solid. I want her to keep that carefree thing she’s got going on.

  “You want me to feed your kitty again baby?”

  “Yes please.” Wide fucking smile damn I’m a lucky bastard.

  “Come here.” I laid her out on the sand beneath me and made love to her until she was happy.

  Anyway we fucked our way through a two-week honeymoon until it was time to go home. Kat was happy and smiling, all was right in her world and that’s all the fuck I really cared about. Everything else will fall into place or I’ll make it happen, that’s what the fuck I do.

  The night before we left we laid out on the lanai in one of the lounge chairs her head on my chest and my arms wrapped protectively around her as we enjoyed the cool ocean breeze for the last time.

  “Colt can we come back here again? I love it here.”

  “Anytime you want baby, we’ll come back as often as you’d like.”

  “Thank you, I love you.”

  “I love you too Angel.” One soft kiss led to another and then another and pretty soon she was riding my cock like a Rodeo queen. All in all it was a hell of a honeymoon.

  HOME AGAIN

  Coming back home was a little depressing, not a lot because we’d missed everyone. But for two amazing weeks it had been just us, me Kat and the baby. I’d pretty much come to terms with this fatherhood shit in the last few days or so since we’d been back. I mean Daniel did it, not that I’d be asking the pothead for advice though he was chocked full of suggestions. I listened to his shit with a grain of salt. Drake was cool and Cy was chomping at the bit to get his hands on the little one. In fact everyone was excited like it was a celebrity baby or some shit. Elena was a pest and my sisters weren’t much better but their reactions were good for my girl because she seemed to revel in that shit. I took a lot of teasing that first week back because that’s when I went into over protective mode. Whatever; their excitement also helped me to get over some of my angst and though it didn’t go away entirely it was much better now. I’d done some things to safeguard against any fuck ups and I’d had a good long talk with myself that put most, if not all of my fears to rest.

  My kid was going to be fucking perfect, everything was going to go smooth from birth I won’t have it any other way. From the delivery room until the little shit became a grown man daddy was going to make sure his life was set. The delivery room, fuck! I can’t deal with that bullshit so moving right the fuck along. From the time he comes home until he leaves the nest at eighteen to go to college or what the fuck ever he chooses to do with his life, his whole life is going to be perfect. Nothing was going to go wrong ever. Good that’s settled, I have my shit together finally. I had that shit settled in my head and that was all I needed to get me through the day. If I dwelt on anything else I’d freak the fuck out.

  I wondered a lot in those first days how men dealt with this shit. Angel gets to carry the baby yes, but as her husband I worry about both of them constantly. What if something goes wrong? What if they get hurt? It was like living with a sword at my fucking throat. And no matter how much people told me to relax and enjoy this time I didn’t see how I could. I got joy out of seeing how happy my girl was but I can’t lie, I was scared as fuck most of the time. Not the manliest thing to admit to but there it is. I could face grown men in battle but this little baby had me by the balls. They ought to be a support group for fathers to be just saying.

  We settled into married life easily. I knew what my responsibilities were as a husband and I took that shit seriously. She also knows what I expect from her so with the two of us on the same page maybe that had a lot to do with the smoothness of the transition. Anyone who claims marriage is just a piece of paper is full of shit. There’s nothing sexier I’ve found than when I’m balls deep in my wife and I see that ring on her finger. The ring I put there as a promise to her, to me to our future. My Angel calls me her caveman but whatever, that shit means something to me. My thing is making sure my Angel is happy, and with the baby coming she gets all the love she can stand. Her mother and mine pick up the slack when I have to put in long hours. Because of all the new publicity, business has been out of control and sometimes I have to stay way later than usual. On those long days I make sure she knocks off at a decent hour. The kid makes her tire easily these days so I’m always on the lookout for that. She worries about stupid shit like getting fat and crazy bullshit but I’m always there to smooth that mess out. I find one of the easiest ways to make her feel like her man is still into her completely, is to be in her as often as fucking possible. It’s a win win.

  I’d just left her upstairs sleeping. It’s the only time I get to putter around in my little workshop without distractions. I heard the tread of her feet on the stairs not long after, which meant I was about to be invaded. I wonder what fuckery she’s going to throw at me now? There’s always something with this girl. She likes to keep me on my toes with this baby shit that’s for damn sure.

  “Colton what in the world is all this?”

  “What?” I knew she was going to come down here and start her shit with me sooner or later; I’m surprised it took her this long.

  She spread her arms out to indicate the contents of the room. It’s what I like to call my man cave. I’d taken a corner of the big ass basement that was never in use except for the half that housed our home gym, and tu
rned it into my own little space. Hopefully she’d let me keep it because it seems to me women take over every fucking thing. And when nosy ass Elena and Char, not to mention their new sidekick Tina got to planning and shit, I’d be lucky to be left with my side of the bed. Fucking women are a pain in the ass.

  “Babe this is all for lil man.”

  She gave me the ‘men are stupid look’. I don’t know if it’s hormones or what but when she wasn’t using me for sex I was usually at the receiving end of one of those looks. More often than not it came right behind me telling her she couldn’t do some stupid fuck thing she wanted to do. Like climbing the stairs with packages that were taller than she was, or eating chocolate ice cream for breakfast. Even I knew that she wasn’t allowed to do that shit, that it was all about healthy foods and shit. But when I tried to feed her the healthy crap they recommended in the books she threatened to throw that shit at my head, go figure. She’s been getting away with a lot of shit these days because she knew I wouldn’t tan her ass while she was pregnant. Though there was still no sign of a pregnant belly yet. She was still a tiny little bit of a thing with a whole lot of lip. Her body still makes me crazy as fuck with the piercings and tats that screamed she was mine. And that wild as fuck hair that makes me think of fisting it while I slam her from behind. Damn get a grip Lyon. I’d been afraid the sex would taper off a bit because of the baby on board but I’m happy to say I was wrong. Everyday I woke up happy as fuck that I’d found her, that she was now mine and will always be. We didn’t talk about the past too much, just once in a while she’d have a flash back or a nightmare but those were growing less and less. When that shit happened I usually ended up loving her back to sleep. I found that if I held her close all night they stayed away so problem solved. Our whole focus since coming back from our honeymoon has been the baby. It was all about the kid and like Daniel once said, if mommy’s happy the baby will be too. Probably the only lucid moment the fuck’s had in a year.

  Sometimes after reading one of my new books I felt the excitement of what was to come next. I could actually see her with a round tummy. Ripe and blossoming with my child. Then other times I’d wake up in a cold sweat and scared out of my fucking mind. I knew that the fear was because this was unknown territory for me. It was something that I couldn’t control and I didn’t like that shit one bit. She’s been doing her thing too. While I’ve been preparing in my own way she’s been flitting around in excitement getting things ready. Like I said everything was about the baby. He wasn’t even here yet and already he had taken over our lives completely. That was fine by me, my girl was happy and that’s all the fuck I cared about at the end of the day.

  Now she’s on my ass about my shit. I don’t know what she’s doing in my little corner anyway. It’s the only part of the house she and her gaggle of hens had left me. I never knew kids needed that much fucking space. No wonder my parents had a mausoleum, with three of us they’d needed the space apparently. I’d always thought my house was a decent size; five bedrooms and four bathrooms seemed like enough to me. But now there’s talk of knocking down walls to make room for a nursery and shit. How much fucking room could he need? I’ve seen those things and they barely fit on my arm. What the fuck? She looked around at the child safe playpen, the safety hooks for the kitchen cabinets, and all the other shit I had spread out on my worktable. I’d bought safety gates for the upstairs and the stairs leading down to the basement and there was a whole lot of other shit too. All the other stuff I’d started collecting was strewn around the room waiting to be put together or built. I wanted it all ready by the time my son got here.

  “First of all he might be a she we’ll be finding that out tomorrow.”

  “Hold it, fuck no you didn’t tell me about that, we need to discuss that shit. I’ve pretty much come to terms with the whole having a baby deal but no girls Kat that’s where I draw the fucking line.” Her mouth fell open and she actually shook her head at me before busting into laughter and turned around to leave the room.

  “Get back here we’re not finished.”

  She laughed even harder and kept going. Probably going to call my mom and hers on three way to laugh at my ass again. That’s another thing that’s been going on a lot lately. I was finding myself at the end of pitying looks and eye rolls more and more often. Elena is now fond of rubbing my hair and kissing me on the top of my head before shaking hers and moving the fuck on. They think I don’t know what that shit means. It meant she’d done told them some dumb fuck move I’d made. Like the night I’d woken up in a cold sweat and couldn’t get back to sleep until after I’d read everything on the net about car seat safety. Oh they’d had a jolly old time with that one. And if I didn’t know what all the hair rubbing and head shaking and shit was about I had my father the know it all to keep me apprised. His new refrain of ‘boy you’ve lost your damn mind’ was heard at least once a day. How the fuck he knew anything about what was going on around him beats the shit out of me, because when he wasn’t patrolling the halls of the hospital he was puffing away. Elena with her enabling ass had found him some antique pipe on line and he was worse than ever now. At least she was the one that had to deal with his high ass and not me, until he stuck his nose in my shit that is. Suddenly everyone’s an expert on what I’m supposed to do, like I’m hopeless or some shit.

  Drake has been cool about everything; how he really felt about me breeding his teenage daughter married or not, he didn’t say. I mean that pretty much put college on hold, which had always been his dream for his little girl. I don’t think he was too worried about that though seeing as how she was now the head of a Fortune five hundred company. I thought he was about to kiss me when Kat first told him and Tina about her wedding gift. He’d been close to tears when he’d thanked me. He didn’t have to say anymore than that for me to know he wasn’t just thanking me for the company but for his daughter. She’d sure come a long way from the girl I’d met a few short months ago. Damn had it only been six and a half months? It feels like I’ve known her and loved her forever; pain in the ass. Why’d she have to go and put this girl shit in my head? Now my whole day is going to be fucked.

  I was a wreck for the rest of the morning until it was time to head out. She kept out of my way the little sneak until we were both ready to hit the road.

  We headed out to work in one of my trucks. No bikes for a while I don’t care how much she grumbles. What if I hit a pothole or some shit or a bump in the road? No fucking way. I’d locked away her bikes because I’m not sure my girl understood that pregnant women weren’t supposed to do certain things. It was actually Cy and Jared who had told on her ass for trying to stand on the seat and do one of her hair-brained stunts. Lucky for her I’d been out on a run when she pulled that shit. That was one of the only times I’d gotten mad at her after finding out about the baby. One hard slap to her ass had put a stop to her bullshit and that was the end of that. Of course she’d found other ways to get me fucked. I guess I was smothering her a bit but so what? She was mine and she was carrying my kid; if I could fold her up and put her in my pocket I would. That wouldn’t work so instead I settled for watching over her the best I could.

  “Colt you’ve got to stop being anal.”

  “Meaning?” I was trying to concentrate on the road because it looked like every asshole with a license was on the streets this morning.

  “What was all that stuff back there? The baby’s not even born yet and already you’re child proofing the house?”

  “What do you want me to do wait until after he falls the fuck down the stairs?”

  “Why are you crazy right now?”

  “Why’s that crazy babe? The little fucks grow up way too fast, before you know it he’d be off to college or getting somebody’s daughter pregnant or some fuckery.”

  “O…M…G.”

  What the hell was her problem now?

  “What?”

  “Are you serious right now? Do you even hear yourself?”

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��Uh yeah and I’m making perfect sense, trust me you’ll thank me later. Speaking of which I read somewhere that you have to sign up for pre school ahead of time if you want our little tyke to get into a good one, so I’ve been checking out the best ones in the area online.”

  “Arrrrrrrgh, that’s it I’m done. I can’t discuss this anymore, you’ve finally lost it, oh Mylanta.” That was her new cuss word. We’re supposed to be cleaning up our language for when lil man gets here. Good luck with that, I don’t think I would know how to speak one sentence without the word fuck in it let alone stop using it altogether. I might have to clean it up a bit if I was going to have a little girl though. That thought made my stomach hurt so I put it the fuck out of my head. No girls, that’s the deal breaker, the fuck!

  She huffed and sat back arms folded and lips locked tight. I don’t know what her problem is; it sounds pretty cut and dry to me but that’s just me, I’m a forward thinker.

  “Here take this.” I’d just pulled up outside the shop where she still worked because we’d decided to let the company continue as is until after the baby at least. So for now I still got to have my girl all to myself. I’m going to miss the fuck out of her when she’s gone. I’ve thought about talking her into leaving things as they are but that won’t be fair she was so excited about it I couldn’t take that away from her.