by Nikki Ash
Once I’ve massaged every inch of her, and she’s loose and comfortable, I work my way back up her body, stopping at her ass. I give it extra care, opening her cheeks and oiling it up, before I insert a single finger into her tight hole.
She tenses up, but quickly relaxes, spreading her thighs a little to allow me better access. I push my finger in and out of her, adding another one and then deepening my thrusts little by little, until she’s writhing against the bed, moaning softly.
“This might burn a little at first,” I warn her, as I push the butt plug in. It’s on the smaller size, so her hole opens up easily and sucks it right in. When I know it’s in there good, I roll her over onto her back.
“How does it feel?”
“I don’t know,” she breathes. “I can’t really feel it so much. I felt it more when you were using your fingers.”
“You’ll feel it soon.” I pull my boxers off then spread her legs, dropping on top of her with my palms landing on either side of her head.
I cover her mouth with mine. The kiss starts off slow and gentle, but soon we’re ravenous, our tongues moving frantically against each other. I reach between our bodies and dip my fingers between her thighs, finding her soaking wet. Needing to feel her warmth, I guide myself into her until I’m balls deep in her tight pussy.
She breaks our kiss, her head going back with a moan. “I feel it,” she says. “I feel…”
“Full,” I finish for her. Between my dick in her pussy and the butt plug in her ass, she feels full. I know this because I can feel the hardness of the butt plug through her inside walls.
“Fuck me, Chase, please,” she begs, tugging on my hair and pulling my face down to hers. I waste no time, drawing out slowly and then thrusting my hips forward, sinking inside of her again. And again. Her mouth moves to my neck, sucking on my flesh, while I bury myself to the hilt in her warmth over and over again until we’re both groaning out our releases.
She sighs in contentment when I pull out, but I’m not done with her yet. “Don’t move,” I tell her, making her eyes go wide. I grab my boxers and wipe my dick off so I don’t get cum all over the sheets, and then I slide down the bed.
“Chase, what are you doing?” She tries to close her thighs, but I push them open, watching as my seed drips out of her pussy. One day that seed will plant inside her and make a baby. The thought of her round with my baby growing inside her has my dick swelling.
I reach onto the floor and scoop up her shirt, tucking it under her ass, and then I lift her legs slightly, exposing the butt plug. I spread her cheeks and pull it out slowly. She moans, and I know what I’m about to do she’ll love.
Grabbing the anal vibrator, I slick it up with a bit of oil then push it between her ass cheeks. Georgia groans as her hole sucks the object into her. I give her a moment to get comfortable and then I press the button on the end, making it vibrate. Her eyes go wide and she squirms.
“Feel good?”
She nods.
“It’s about to get better.” I drop to the side of her, taking one of her breasts into my mouth. I suck on her erect nipple, making her moan. At the same time, my fingers find her clit. I massage the swollen nub in gentle circles, working her up into a frenzy. The closer her orgasm, the tighter she squeezes her thighs, the louder her breathing gets. And the more turned on I am. I’ve been with more than my fair share of women, but not a single one of them compare to Georgia and the way she makes me feel.
I continue to stroke her clit, while the vibrator works her ass over. Until it all becomes too much and she falls off the edge, her entire body loosening as she comes. She screams my name in ecstasy, trembling all over. Her pussy gushes, covering my fingers with her juices, and I pull the vibrator out of her ass, making her moan loudly.
“Holy shit,” she says, once she’s come down from her high. “That was incredible.” Her half-lidded eyes meet mine. “Which toy is next?”
I laugh, pulling her to me for a hard kiss. “No toys,” I murmur against her lips, dragging her onto my lap. “Just me and you, butterfly.”
Chase
One Month Later
“Congratulations, Daddy!” Georgia says, throwing her arms around me. “How does it feel?”
Surreal, amazing, like my heart has been removed from the cavity of my chest and placed into my daughter’s hands. “Really good,” I tell her. “Thank you for…” Fuck, there’s so much to thank Georgia for. I don’t even know where to start.
“You don’t ever have to thank me,” she says, tears in her eyes. “I’m just so happy Hazel is finally legally yours.”
Legally mine. Because Victoria signed over her rights. After the paternity test confirmed I’m Hazel’s father, I petitioned the court for full custody. I wasn’t sure if Victoria would fight me, maybe come to her senses that she’s giving up her daughter. But she never did. A week after she was served, she signed the papers. I didn’t actually see her do it. She sent the notarized papers in the mail like the coward she is, along with a note apologizing for being a shitty person and saying she’s going to rehab.
Georgia, like the too good person she is, suggested maybe I should go visit her and see if she’s okay. It’s a big decision to give up your child. I told her Victoria’s not my problem and as far as I’m concerned she’s dead to me.
“Let’s go get our little girl,” I tell her, throwing my arm around her shoulders and walking out the door. Hazel might not legally be Georgia’s, but she’s the best damn thing in Hazel’s life.
When we arrive at the condo, all of our friends and family are there. There’s a huge banner across the back wall that reads, “Congratulations,” as well as an assortment of food and drinks spread out along the counters and table. Pink and yellow streamers and balloons are decorating the entire area.
“Congratulations,” Alec says, giving me a hug. “Is paternity leave over yet? You ready to come back to work?” he asks, making everyone laugh. I took time off to get to know Hazel and to also deal with her custody, but I’m definitely ready to get back to work. Georgia has offered to keep her while I’m at work since she works from home, so it’ll work out well.
“Yeah, I’ll be back at work Monday.”
“Dada!” Hazel yells to get my attention. I glance over at my mom, who’s holding her, and smile.
When Hazel wiggles for her to set her down, Mom does so. Hazel steadies herself on her feet and then with a huge smile, takes one step and then another, until she’s over to me.
“Finally!” Georgia laughs. “I got it on video!” Every time she’s taken a few steps, neither of us has had our phones on us. She’s been determined to catch it on video.
“You’re such a good walker,” Georgia says to Hazel, tickling her belly. “Pretty soon you’ll be running circles around your daddy.”
“Dada!” Hazel says, pointing at me. Fuck, I’m a dad. To the most precious little girl in the world.
Georgia beams. “Yep! That’s your daddy.”
“Dow! Dow!” Hazel says, wiggling her tiny butt to get down.
“I can’t believe she’s going to be one soon,” I say to Georgia as we watch Hazel walk like a cute little drunk person over to Lexi, who scoops her up into her arms for a hug.
“It’ll be a Harry Potter party,” she says with a laugh. We showed her a dozen different baby shows, but she had no desire to watch any of them. It wasn’t until we were watching a Harry Potter marathon on TV one night that she stopped and watched like her eyes were transfixed to the television. We thought it was a one-time thing, but every time we put it on, she’ll sit and watch the movies for hours.
“Did someone say Harry Potter?” Mason asks.
“It’s Hazel’s favorite,” Georgia tells him with an eye roll.
“I knew that little girl was special,” he says. “Harry Potter is the shit.” He clasps my shoulder. “Congratulations, Chase.”
“Thank you.”
After everyone leaves—Charlie refusing to leave until the condo
is cleaned up—and it’s only Georgia, Hazel, and me, we settle onto the couch to watch a Harry Potter movie for the millionth time. Hazel snuggles up between Georgia and me and, within minutes, is snoring softly.
“I’m exhausted,” Georgia says with a tired, happy smile on her face. “Today was a good day.”
“It was.” I lean over and kiss her. “Why don’t you go take a bath and I’ll put her to bed.”
Her eyes sparkle. “Only if you join me.” She winks, and my dick swells in my pants at the thought of fucking her inside the spa tub.
“Deal.”
I lay Hazel down in bed, kissing her good night and turning the monitor on, then go in search for Georgia, finding her exactly where she said she would be—in the tub with bubbles filled halfway up her torso.
The lights are dimmed a bit and she’s leaning against the edge with her head dipped back, her eyes closed. I take a second to take her in. The last few months she’s come to mean so much to me. Every bump in the road, every obstacle, she’s been there at my side. The positive in my negative. The light in my dark. The beautiful in my ugly. The fucking perfect in my way too imperfect world.
“Are you going to join me or just stare at me all night?” She lifts her head and her gorgeous green eyes meet mine.
I strip out of my clothes and, when she moves forward so I can situate myself behind her, her perky tits splash in the water slightly. The water is hot and she fits perfectly between my thighs. She backs up, her soft body using my front to get comfortable, and her head lulls to the side, resting on my shoulder.
“If I could, I would freeze this moment,” she says softly.
“In the bathtub?” I joke. Absentmindedly, I run my fingers along the underside of her breasts. She’s soft to the touch, and I know if I were to taste her she would be sweet. Fucking perfect.
She laughs and it sounds lazy and content. “Maybe not exactly right here. I just mean in general.” She takes my hand in hers and guides it to the top of her breast, indicating she wants me to massage her breast.
“I never imagined my life like this… With you and Hazel. I’m just so happy,” she says with a sigh. “And it’s because of you. Because you pulled me out of my room, refusing to let me hide.”
I pinch her nipple between my finger and thumb and she moans softly. “I don’t know what our future holds,” she continues, “but right here, right now, it feels like I’ve finally found my perfect path.”
I don’t exactly believe in her perfect path shit, but I get what she’s saying. Because with her in my arms, and my daughter under the same roof as us, things do feel pretty damn perfect.
I dip my head slightly and press a kiss to her bare shoulder and then her neck. I drag my hand across her stomach and find the apex of her thighs. “Spread your legs for me, butterfly,” I murmur.
She does as I ask, and I push two fingers into her center, pumping in and out of her. Even in the water, I can still feel how wet she is. I use her juices to create friction on her clit. Sucking on the sensitive spot on her neck, I quickly bring her to a climax. Her entire body trembles in pleasure, her moans filling the quiet room. I love that I’m the only one who’s done this to her. Has made her happy, made her feel like she’s found that perfect path.
As she turns around and straddles my thighs, guiding her warm, wet pussy around my rock-hard dick, I capture her mouth with my own. My fingers dig into her hips, helping her ride me. As our mouths tangle, our tongues dueling with each other, my mind goes to what she said a few minutes ago about wanting to freeze time.
If I could, I would freeze this moment—me inside her, her wrapped around me. After my divorce, I couldn’t imagine ever settling down again. Giving my heart and soul to another woman. But with Georgia, I can see it all. The lazy Sundays, the family dinners, the laughs and smiles and the love. So much fucking love. And with those thoughts, I know it’s not about freezing time, but about having what we have all the time. Every day for the rest of our lives.
And I know just the way to make that happen…
“Ooh, ooh, ooh,” Hazel says, trying to mimic the noise the monkeys make. It’s Sunday and our last day together before I go back to work tomorrow morning, so Georgia suggested we take a family trip to the zoo. Which gave me an idea…
“That’s right,” Georgia says, kneeling next to Hazel. “Can you say monkey?”
“Key-key,” Hazel says, butchering the hell out of the word before she pushes off the fence and toddles down the sidewalk toward the next exhibit.
Georgia runs after her, scooping her up and peppering kisses all over her face.
“I love seeing Georgia so happy,” Charlie whispers to me. “Thank you.”
After Georgia mentioned the zoo, and an idea formed, I invited her family to join us, as well as my mom. I also invited Mason and Mila and Alec’s sister since they’re considered family. I wanted to invite Kaden and Ashley, Georgia’s grandparents, but they’re already in Breckenridge for the holidays, along with Tristan’s younger sisters, Emma and Morgan, and their families. We’ll be joining them next week for Christmas. Micaela, her cousin and best friend, is also here with her husband Ryan, and their two kids.
“You don’t have to thank me,” I tell Charlie, watching Hazel throw her head back in a laugh as Georgia lifts her up and moves her kisses to her belly, tickling her. “I’m the lucky one.”
We go from exhibit to exhibit, then stop for lunch, before continuing on. The entire time, I’m half here, half in my own mind. I have a plan, but the closer I get to it, the more nervous I get. What if it’s too soon? What if she thinks I’m crazy? What if we end up like my last marriage?
But the second we step foot into the butterfly exhibit and Georgia beams at me, with my daughter in her arms, as hundreds, if not thousands of butterflies flutter around us, I know I have nothing to be nervous or scared about. Because this is Georgia, and everything about her and us is different.
I glance at Lexi and our eyes meet. I nod slightly, so she understands, and her face breaks into a knowing grin.
“This is so beautiful,” Georgia says, spinning Hazel in a circle as the butterflies fly all around us. “Hazel, do you see the butterflies?”
“Bu-fy!” Hazel squeals, trying and failing to capture one.
“Yes, butterfly,” Georgia says, kissing her on the cheek.
I watch my two girls interact, until Georgia glances over at me and smiles oddly. “You okay?”
Her question snaps me out of my trance, reminding me what I’m about to do. “I’m prefect,” I tell her, stepping closer. I give Hazel a kiss on her cheek, then turn my attention back to Georgia. “These last couple months with you and my daughter have been the best of my life.”
Her lips curl into a smile that has the ability to light up the darkest of rooms.
“Remember when you said you wanted to freeze this moment in time because you’re so happy? I felt that deep, because every moment I spend with you and Hazel are moments I want to freeze.”
I pull the ring out of my pocket that I’ve been carrying around, waiting for the perfect moment. It’s not in a box because it would be too bulky and obvious.
Georgia’s eyes home in on it and widen. “Chase,” she breathes.
“It’s impossible to freeze time, but I don’t think it’s actually about freezing time but wanting those special moments to last.”
She nods but doesn’t say anything. Hazel, oblivious to what’s happening, looks around at the butterflies, giggling and pointing.
“We can’t freeze the moments, but we can spend the rest of our lives creating them, so many of them it’ll feel like they’re frozen in time.” I drop to one knee and Georgia gasps, tears filling her eyes. “Marry me and spend the rest of our lives creating memories that are worth freezing. But not just with me as my wife,” I add, “but as Hazel’s mom.”
Her becoming Hazel’s stepmom isn’t enough. She loves her as much as I do, and I want us to be a family. I want her to adopt Hazel and r
aise her as her own.
I extend my hand so she can see the ring. It’s a simple platinum band with a circle diamond in the center with butterflies made out of tiny diamonds hugging both sides. When I saw it, I knew it was the ring for Georgia.
“Yes,” she says, tears trickling down her cheeks. “Yes, I will marry you.”
I slip the ring onto her finger and then stand. Cradling her face in my palms, I tip her head up slightly and kiss her soft and sweet.
Hazel screeches, wanting our attention, and Georgia and I both chuckle into each other’s mouth. “I love you,” I murmur against her lips.
“And I love you.”
“I don’t want to wait,” I tell her later that night, after Hazel is in bed and we’ve finished making love.
We’re both sweating and still catching our breaths, so it throws her off. “Wait for what?”
“To get married.” I roll over onto my side and grip the curve of her hip. “For you to adopt Hazel. For us to add to our little family.” We haven’t talked about having our own children, but that hasn’t stopped me from thinking about it.
Georgia’s eyes widen. “So let’s not.” She kisses the corner of my mouth. “Let’s elope. Go to Vegas and get married.”
“Your parents and sister would kill us.”
She shrugs. “So, we’ll invite them.”
“You don’t want a big wedding?”
She shakes her head. “I just want to marry you.”
“Then let’s do it. Let’s elope.”
Georgia
One Month Later
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” Lexi says for the millionth time. “Who are you and what have you done with my sister?”
I laugh softly, trying not to jostle my arm.
“It’s just like her tattoo,” Chase says. “She’s been transformed from a caterpillar into a butterfly.” He winks my way and grins. I glance down at the work in progress on the inside of my wrist. A single butterfly. When the tattoo artist asked if I wanted it to be colored in, I told him no. The shades of gray represent the me before Chase and the butterfly is who I’ve metamorphosed into because of him.
