One look into that girl’s eyes and I knew. One look into Maggie’s and there is no way, whatever happens in this world, that I will do anything but protect her.
The week goes glacier slow. At home, I feel like I’m the cooler king, while I bounce a baseball off the wall and back into my hand, thinking about all the cool stuff I can teach her, all the places Jasmine and I can go on vacation, even the other brothers and sisters we can give her.
I don’t hear from Jasmine, but I don’t expect to. I want to respect the distance she has asked for and treat this decision seriously. I’m not the kind of person who says they are going to do something only to back out when it gets difficult, but I think she already knows that. The week will convince her as much as it will convince me, so, as much as I want to call her too, I hold off.
I gather as much information as possible about babies and I buy Maggie a teething toy just in case she doesn’t have one. I’d buy that kid and her mother the world if I could and I knew it would make them happy.
I go to one of the fights, but I don’t compete. I do it to get out of the house, soak up the atmosphere and distract myself from having to wait to see her. My wrist is still fucked up from the last encounter, but the guys I see are so bad I could probably beat them all with one hand tied behind my back.
The atmosphere chokes me after a while and even though it’s been part of my life for so long, I can’t bare to spend more that fifteen minutes in the throng. I can’t wait for this to be over, but when it is, I’ll have to find something else to be able to support my new family.
Maggie can’t have a daddy wound up in this world, no matter how much it pays and no matter how good he is at it. I would take flipping burgers at six bucks an hour with Maggie and Jasmine rather than ten thousand dollars for ten minutes work and never see them again.
On the last day before I get to call Jasmine again, I have an appointment with my financial manager to settle this month’s transaction. We have a cordial, almost friendly relationship, despite the fact that behind his business suit, sits a man capable of committing the most heinous crimes imaginable, and I hate coming here, but I know that every time I do is one time less I have to again.
In the ring, one on one, I’d destroy him. Here, out in the real world, this man terrifies me so much I feel like even if I thought about him in a bad way he’d be able to pick up on it and then punish me severely.
Despite all of that, I get the impression he likes me. I’ve always paid my debts on time, I’ve never complained about the high rate of interest and I’ve never proved anything but reliability.
“Almost paid off”, Frank says, marking the amount in his journal, which he gets me to sign alongside his name.
“Almost”, I say.
“Something bothering you, Liam?” he asks. “You look concerned today.”
I shrug. “Wrist hurts, which meant I couldn’t fight this week, maybe that’s it.”
Frank, the perceptive fucker that he is, knows I’m lying. He closes his journal, leans back into his chair and says, “huh”, before tilting his head to the side and giving me the long stare.
I know all about this man. I’ve never seen him kill anyone, but I know if he wanted to, he could make me disappear. I’m not in debt to his organization for anything more than money, so I feel like I’m on relatively safe ground, but that’s a bit like saying I’m standing on a wedge of ice while it floats down a lava river.
“I like you, Liam”, he says. “You’re a good fighter. A crowd pleaser, but talented too.”
“Thank you”, I say.
“You ever hear of Francisco O’Connor?”
I shake my head.
“They used to call him Irish. Italian mother, Irish father, best fighter I ever saw. Maybe a bit before your time. He was unstoppable, used to dance around his opponents and toy with them. Never got beaten, not once.”
“What happened to him?” I ask, already not liking where this story is going.
Frank pauses for a while to take a bottle of whiskey out of the desk drawer to his right, which he places on the desk between us with two tumblers.
“He found a girl”, Frank says. “Same thing that happens to all men eventually, he fell in love.”
Frank pours the whiskey and passes one of the tumblers over to me.
“Who is she?” he asks.
“That obvious, huh?” I say.
“I know that look, Liam. I’ve seen it a number of times in a number of different people.”
The last thing I want to do is tell him about my family, but then if I lie to him, he’s going to know it too. I sip strategically at the whiskey, stalling for time, while I think how I’m going to proceed.
“The best thing that’ll ever happen to me”, I say, with a smile.
“You’re a good kid, Liam”, he says. “It’s a shame you couldn’t meet my grandfather, he would have liked you.”
“Irish?” I guess.
“Best decision he ever made. My grandfather loved boxing, but he loved his family even more. I have a word of advice for you, Liam. If you truly love this girl, do everything in your power to make it work. I wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t done the same.”
“There’s nothing else I want in this world”, I say. “I’ve never been so convinced of it.”
“There are going to be some very happy people in this world when they find out you’re hanging up your fists. Others, not so much.”
“No?”
“Like I said, Liam. You’re a dead cert in the ring, an easy bet. People like that.”
“Somebody else will come along.”
I finish the whiskey, eager to leave.
“You’re twenty thousand still in the hole”, Frank says. “Make sure you stay focused.”
I pass the tumbler across the table to rest it alongside the bottle. “I’ll see you next month, Frank, thank you for the whiskey.”
“Good luck, Liam”, Frank says with a smile. “Pass on my regards to the little one.”
That chills my blood.
“How?” I stutter, forgetting for a moment who I’m talking to.
Frank takes off his glasses, amused at the reaction he’s provoked in me. “I’m where I am because I’m good at reading people, and you’ve got baby written all over you.”
For a moment, I don’t know how to respond. I can’t plead, I can’t re-confirm our agreement, I can’t really do anything else but hope he means what he said sincerely.
Maggie and Jasmine are not collateral, they never were.
“It’s my first”, I say.
“Then I know exactly how you feel”, Frank responds.
“Excited and terrified in equal measure.”
“Don’t worry, Liam. You’ll be fine. You’re a fighter, after all. You’ll find a way to make it work. Family is the most important thing in this world, believe me, I know it. Go on, I’ll see you in a month.”
I’m at the door when he calls after me.
“Your debt is your debt, Liam. It has nothing to do with anyone else. If you don’t pay it, it goes away with you, do you understand me?”
I nod. “Yes”, I say.
“You have my word”, Frank adds.
“Thank you, Frank.”
I’m out of the door, and back on the street again before I have a chance to breathe. I’m sweating so much it feels like I’ve just gone twelve rounds with the heavyweight champion of the world. I have no idea what that was all about, but as much as I can tell, Frank is telling me, in the unique way he likes to, that he wishes me well, my family are safe, regardless of what happens, and when I pay off the debt I owe him, that’s it.
The whiskey has made my belly warm and my head swim. I don’t know whether to feel scared or alleviated and I certainly don’t want to tell Jasmine about what’s just gone on, because if she knew that he knew about Maggie, despite his promise she’ll always be safe, she would absolutely flip her lid.
That has got to always stay between me and Frank and whe
n this debt is paid, I might suggest a long vacation just in case.
I’m half way home when my phone rings, more excited than ever to see that it’s Jasmine calling.
Six.
Jasmine
A mini-date in the park on a rare Saturday afternoon off. What better way to seal the future of your families affairs than here, strolling around prospect park on a cool autumn afternoon?
The leaves are already beginning to mulch up underneath the tree, a process of rebirth at it’s very earliest phase.
Liam links his arm in mine, and we walk together, Maggie in her buggy in front of me, the teething ring that Liam has bought her automatically promoted to favorite toy. In his arms, she looks tiny, but relaxed and not a single bit out of place. In his arms, I feel exactly the same way.
“Favorite color?”, he says.
“Blue. Yours?”
“Yellow.”
“That’s cute, the sand and the sea. Alright, favorite drink?”
“Easy, water.”
“That’s so boring”, I say. “Of all of the drinks in the world, you’re going to choose water?”
“Okay, a drink that isn’t water, does coconut water count?”
I give him a nudge with my elbow and he pretends to stumble a bit.
“Favorite film?” I ask.
“Rocky”, he says, without hesitation. And then, “It’s an incredible story about someone who never gave up on what they believed in”, because I give him a look that suggests I didn’t expect him to say that. “Yours?”
“The Matrix”, I say. “Because of Keanu Reeves and not despite him, that’s very important.”
“I like that film too”, he says.
“What else?” I ask.
“Okay, I’ve got one, favorite sexual position?”
“That’s so immature”, I say, even though I love that he’s asking. “Are you horny?” I add.
“You ever fucked in the park before?”
I give him a look that suggests I’m not prepared to answer that question yet.
“Weirdest place you’ve had sex then?” he asks instead.
“I think you’re horny”, I say.
“It’s been a couple of weeks”, he says.
“Anybody would think you were addicted.”
“I don’t think I need to answer that question.”
We walk for a while and then sit down and get coffee and share a brownie and I feel like for the first time in ages I’m actually living a normal life.
Maggie wakes up and begins to cry and without even asking him, Liam goes straight to her buggy, takes her out and puts her over his shoulder.
“Where did you learn that?” I ask.
“I’m a natural”, he says. “And I’ve been reading. You told me to read up on babies, so I read up on babies. They are gross, horrible things.”
We laugh together.
“Seriously”, he adds. “Mother nature, or whatever the fuck you want to call it, the process of procreation is really disgusting.”
“It’s beautiful too, Liam”, I say, even though I know he knows it.
“You think she needs her diaper changed?” Liam asks.
“You tell me, you’re the expert.”
I change her out here on the table, firstly because I don’t give a shit and secondly so that Liam can see for the next time he does it. He looks fascinated by the process rather than repulsed, which I suppose is a good sign.
“Still want in?” I ask.
“Shit and piss and boogers included, I want in”, he says.
“Then give me a kiss and show me that you mean it”, I demand, already thinking about something else entirely.
“Gotcha”, Liam says. “Not the only one who’s horny then.”
“Just kiss me, you idiot”, I say.
Liam sweeps me up off my feet and there, in the middle of prospect park, gives me the best kiss I’ve ever had in my life. Seriously. I know it’s just a kiss but through those lips, I can feel how much he wants me. Actually, not only how much he wants me because that alone would be trite, but how much he will fight for me, commit himself to me, lose himself in me and give everything over to me as unselfishly and altruistically as he can.
I am his plan now, and my plan, whatever it was before, has suddenly got more focused.
This is it. Whatever problems that come towards us, we fight together. Whatever issues or challenges we battle them as a team and not alone. I can’t begin to describe how much that means to me.
I’m a strong, independent woman, but like anyone else on this earth I get lonely. I know now I’ll never need to feel that way again.
“Maggie wants to sleep”, Liam says, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
“You think we should take her home?” I ask.
“I think it might be a good idea”, he says. “You know, just in case she starts to complain.”
I nod, already feeling the heat rising from my crotch and filtering out through my upper body. No single person before him has made me feel horny like Liam instinctively knows how to do.
“Let’s go, quickly”, I say. “And you can show me exactly how you intend to behave from now on.”
With that decided, we are out of the park, and back home to my apartment in what must be record time, while Liam spends most of it hunched over, battling to keep his swelling cock out of the sight of other pedestrians.
Liam
As soon as Maggie is settled down and out of harm’s way, Jasmine allows me to take her to the bedroom.
“If you want to come before she wakes up you better fuck me quickly”, she teases, already halfway out of her clothes.
“If she wakes up and I haven’t come yet, we’ll just have to start all over again”, I say.
“Deal”, Jasmine smiles.
Two weeks is a long time to wait for something you want, especially if there’s even a slight possibility you won’t get it.
I was confident we’d be doing this again, but as confident as I was, there was always that nagging doubt in the corner of my mind. What if I’m too dangerous for her? What if she thinks I’m a bad choice? What if there’s someone else all over this perfectly tight pussy?
Looking at her, you’d never guess she’d given birth. No stretch marks, perfect skin, puffy nipples that look like marshmallows, and that pussy as tight fitting as a glove. I know guys have a bit of a reputation for needing to see something in order to enjoy it, and women are much more sensation orientated, well, if you had this perfect body in front of you, man or woman, I’d challenge you not to look at it.
She was in control before and right now it’s my turn. I loved having her keep her panties on last time, but I want to see her pussy muscles contract while she holds herself open, so I make her take her panties off and leave them around one of her ankles.
“Get on your back”, I command, and she does what I say, her legs wide to invite me into her.
I watch her for a while, her pussy already wet, her breathing stronger and shorter than it was two minutes ago.
“You know, I’m going to come in less than a minute”, she confesses. “Just looking at you makes me horny.”
I strip for her. First my T-shirt comes off, later my jeans, lastly the boxer shorts that hold my huge throbbing cock in place.
“Are you going to make me use a condom this time?” I ask.
Jasmine shakes her head. “I’ve got a surprise for you”, she says as I mount the bed and climb towards her. “I’m on the pill.”
“Oh?”
“You can come inside me all you want.”
“You’re a naughty girl, Jasmine”, I say, thrilled at the prospect of filling her full of my cum again. The first time I shot my load inside her I had the best orgasm of my life. Believe me, there is nothing better than when a girl demands you fill her up, when you see exactly what doing so does to her.
That time Jasmine squirmed about on my cock so much I came twice. When I fucked her with a condom and she came so hard sh
e squirted, I almost couldn’t believe it.
I go straight for her tits. I find that girls with puffy nipples are usually much more sensitive, and if she’s breastfeeding Maggie they’ll be all that more responsive. I go easy at first, gently licking around her areola while I wait for them to harden, and then take each one into my mouth in turn, to nibble, suck and bite them.
After a while, Jasmine can’t cope with the sensation, and I pull away, my lips tingling.
“Fuck”, she says. “Anymore and I’ll either piss myself or come.”
“That would be impressive”, I say.
“Just put your cock inside me”, she demands, up for a moment on her elbows.
I shake my head and push her back to the bed. “Play with yourself”, I order.
Now Jasmine shakes her head.
“Last time you were in control”, I say, “now it’s my turn. Pretend I’m not here and show me what you like. I want to see you make yourself come.”
“If I make myself come, you won’t be able to fuck me afterward”, she points out, her fingers already moving to her pussy.
“That’s not for you to decide”, I say.
I love watching girls pleasure themselves. I’m not much of a fan of video porn like this, but in real life, there is little better. Seeing someone play with a body only they know as intimately, is one of the great pleasures of life. Seeing Jasmine do it makes me think I could come hard and then die here happily afterward.
She’s already super wet. That’s the other thing I love about this girl, she doesn’t seem to have any problem with self-lubrication. Even in the park, when she let me slip a finger inside her underneath the picnic table, she was as wet as a puddle, here, she looks every bit like she’s going to squirt again.
“Open your pussy and let me see”, I say.
Jasmine lifts her legs up so they hang in the air, her panties still fixed around her ankle, lets her knees drop towards the bed and with both hands, pulls open her pussy lips.
She’s got fat pussy lips full of body and sensitivity, and inner lips like the petals of a flower. I want to see it all and she begins to show me. Her swollen clitoris, the meaty bundle of skin that marks the hood, her tiny piss hole and the mouth to her incredible vagina, that opens and closes like the chamber of a heart.
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