by Piper Rayne
She giggles and her purse falls back onto the chair it was resting on. “You ready to talk now?” she asks, the playful tone in her voice vanishing.
“Come.” I grab our drinks off the table and escort her by her hand outside.
Placing them on the table, I hold out the chair for her and then sit in my own. Her eyes are on the ocean and the light breeze moves strands of her hair around her face.
“The woman,” I pause and her chest heaves with a heavy breath, “is my sister.”
Her shoulders relax a bit but she continues to stare out to the dark ocean and I can’t tell if she’s relieved by this news or not.
“I asked her to come back here,” I continue because truth is the faster I come out with the fact I’m not the biological father of Toby, the better.
“Where does she live?” I glance through the glass of my patio table to see her purple nail polished toes wiggling along the rails.
“Where ever she lands, usually.”
She nods, catching my drift.
“How long is she staying?” she asks, as though I have a normal relationship with my sibling.
“She already left. She did what she came to do and I didn’t want Toby seeing her.”
She places her beer down on the table and grants me her full attention. “Why?”
“She’s Toby’s mother.” I let the words fall from my lips and relief washes over me to have this information out there until her eyes widen in what I think is fear.
She slides the chair out and springs up from the seat, ready to bolt. “Oh my God, Toby’s a product of incest?” Each word is short and abrupt as it leaves her mouth.
My entire body shakes uncontrollably. “Holy shit. No!” I push away from the table, matching her stance.
“You just said your sister is your son’s mother.” She shakes her head, looking right and left as though she’s being cornered and looking for a way to escape.
“You have it all wrong.”
“Dane. This is not funny. Is this some kind of joke?”
She stays in one spot long enough for me to get my arms around her, securing her to my chest.
“No, not a joke. Toby is not biologically mine.”
Her eyebrows crinkle and I realize that there’s probably a better way to explain all of this.
“I’m so confused.” Her rigid body relaxes in my arms.
“I’m his uncle. My sister had a list of about ten guys who could have been the father, not that she could even identify half of them by name.”
“Really?” That sparkle in her hazel eyes that I’ve loved the past few weeks dims. “That’s horrible.”
I nod and she wiggles out of my hold.
My arms feel empty the moment she’s absent in them. She slips off her shoes and steps down onto the wooden plank that leads to the beach, so I follow her lead.
“So, what is she doing back? She here for Toby?” She wraps her arms around herself as the cooler breeze floats off the ocean.
I grab the supplies from the campfire Toby and I had a few nights ago and bring them over to my fire pit. Lighting the match, the paper is quick to catch and since the wood is dry as a bone the fire roars to life.
Ava sits down on the step, closer to the warmth of the flames and I join her once the fire has a life of its own.
“I asked her to sign over her parental rights.” I stare out at the ocean. There were many nights after Toby would go to bed and I’d sit out here drinking a beer and wondering what my life would be without him.
“Why?” she asks.
“Am I that much of a dick that you can’t guess?”
An embarrassed sigh floats out of her. “Sorry. It’s just I’m a little floored right now.”
“That I’d take care of a kid who isn’t mine biologically? Or the fact that I want to adopt him to make it official?”
She shrugs. “Both I guess. I mean come on. You don’t exactly scream man of responsibility.”
“There have been times I’ve struggled giving up my life for him. Not that he doesn’t come first, he does, but I haven’t forgotten that I’m a man who wants a life too.”
“Some would call it selfish.” Her tone doesn’t suggest she’s judging, simply stating a fact.
“I raised my nephew as my own since I was twenty-six. I’ve housed him, fed him, and clothed him. If I’m selfish for going on a few dates and getting a babysitter or his grandparents to watch him then I guess I’m selfish.” The guilt I bear is revealed in my rambling.
“Hey.” She removes her hands from around her middle and raises them up in the air. “I’m not some.”
I knock her shoulder with mine. “You were. You said it yourself. I was more a big brother than a dad. To your point I am. I’ve had to walk that line between fun uncle and authoritative dad figure.”
“I’m sorry. If I’d known—”
I shrug. “That’s why people don’t. I shouldn’t be put on some pedestal for taking him. It was never a choice.”
“Look who doesn’t want to be the center of attention now?” Her teasing tone and body sliding toward me gives me the sign that her anger from earlier at the bakery has faded.
“Can we talk now about the fact that you thought I’d break a pinky promise?” I nudge her down so her back hits the deck and I’m pressed against her.
“Are you really going to make me apologize again?” Her legs widen and I nuzzle into her, grinding the length of my hard-on against her center.
“Would you like to negotiate?” I ask, my lips casting small kisses to the hollow of her neck.
Her hands fall to the back of my head. “What do you have in mind?”
Her hand grazes down my side and I part from her long enough so she can feel me through my pants.
“Mmm...I like the way you think.”
“What if Toby wakes up?” she murmurs and my dick deflates slightly.
I pull back to look into her eyes. “I’m in unchartered territory here. I’ve never had a woman here with him.”
“Really?”
I fall off her, laying down next down to her, deflate from her assumptions of me.
“Man, what the hell do you think I am?”
She rolls on top of me, sprinkling me with kisses. “Sorry. So, sorry. Judgment is over. You’re nothing like my first impression.” Her body slithers down mine until she’s on her knees and her fingers are unbuttoning my pants. “Let me make it up to you.”
I sit up on my elbows, watching her pull my cock out. “Well, I’m really hurt. It could take awhile.”
That sparkle is back in her eyes as she fists me and licks her way up to my tip. She doesn’t hold back—the tip of my dick is pushing at the back of her throat in no time.
“Oh, fuck,” I say with a groan.
Thank God, the only light out here is from the fire because although Ava’s busy polishing my knob, I’m struggling to relax completely with Toby in the house.
Ava works herself into a frenzy and pulls and sucks my cock in the most animalistic way, I’m halfway to come zone, and my sleeping child is the farthest thing from my mind now.
The soft moans falling from her lips as she sucks and rubs me is my undoing—as if she’s enjoying this as much as me.
Such a fucking turn-on.
Ladies—a word to the wise. Whether you like giving head or not, if you act like it’s your favorite thing in the world to do, you’ll have that man more addicted to you than if you were heroin itself. Or Ava’s cupcakes.
You can all thank me later.
My head falls back and my arms feel weak from the euphoria running through my veins. I’m trying to count back from one hundred when she cups my balls and gives them a slight squeeze. They tighten, signaling to her she’s got me there. And boy does she.
She pops up off my cock with a smirk. “Come for me,” she says and squeezes my length in her hand. She throat-dives onto my dick again and a laugh might emerge from my mouth, but cum shoots down her throat at the same time.
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She licks me clean, swallowing with a satisfied moan.
“Did you seriously just command me to come?” I ask as she crawls back up to me.
“I did and I’m glad you can listen to instructions.” She giggles, her hair falling forward and teasing my face.
“It’s time for me to give the orders.” My hands grip her hips and I slide up, positioning her on my lap. “Can you be quiet?”
“As a mouse,” she whispers.
“You’d better be or I’ll have to ball gag you,” I joke and pull her up with me when I stand.
“Well then maybe I should scream a little.” Her voice is teasing, but I can’t deny that I like the way she thinks.
I hang her over my shoulder, grab one of the water bottles and douse the fire, taking my girl into my bedroom caveman style. Just how she likes it.
18
Dane
“Fuck,” I mumble to myself, staring out my window.
“Bad word.” Toby walks into the kitchen dressed and ready for school.
“Looks like I’m riding the bus with you today, buddy.”
“Yeah, no.” Toby sits down at the table and pours himself a bowl of Frosted Flakes.
“Well, I have no choice unless I want to ask your grandma, and I don’t need twenty questions from her.” I pour my coffee, looking again at the note Ava left on her empty pillow.
To My Fav Single Dad With The Groin Cleavage,
Didn’t want to be here when Toby woke up. I took your car (yes, I’m laughing as I’m writing this). Like the last time I took it, keys are under the mat in front of the bar.
Yours quietly whimpering,
Rode Hard & Still Wet
I grin at the way she signed off her letter, but seriously, the girl has a serious problem understanding that you shouldn’t take what belongs to others.
I fold the note in my hand, pocket it, then proceed to cut up a banana for Toby. I finish packing his lunch and stuff everything into his backpack.
While he eats, I pull out my phone.
Me: You should be picking me up.
Ava: Sorry. Big day at the bakery.
Me: You better be making my cupcake order.
Ava: Cool your jets. I’m doing muffins this morning.