“Of course, we can, little guy! We can do whatever you want.”
“Yay!”
Lincoln promptly jumped off my lap and sprinted away toward his stack of science kits. While he was gone, I snuck a few pastries and sausage rolls to fill up my aching stomach while Quentin and his parents talked business for a little bit. Something about a new distributor? It was hard to keep up with the jargon.
Soon, however, Lincoln had returned with his chemistry set and the two of us ended up laying on the ground, setting up small flasks and glass containers with mysterious colored liquids. Lincoln watched with amazed eyes as we made them bubble, change color, and even turn from a liquid to a solid.
His grandparents and Quentin had turned their attention to us now and when I glanced over, I noticed that Lucky was draped over Quentin’s lap. She was being given lots of scratches under the chin and behind her ears. The sweet dog looked like she was over the moon with all the attention. It brightened my mood even more despite me thinking it wasn’t possible.
“So, this lovely one belongs to you, Billie?” Quentin’s father asked as he leaned over to pet Lucky too. “She’s quite a beauty.”
“Thank you, I think so too,” I agreed with a smile.
“She’s certainly taken to Quentin quite well, hasn’t she!” Miriam remarked with a smile.
“Yes, she really seems to fit right in,” Mr. Wendall added.
Their kind remarks made my heart swell and I couldn’t squash the feeling that right here was where I belonged. Lincoln, however, felt differently.
“But Nana, Papa, have you seen this!” he cried out, holding up a vial of purple liquid. “I put blue and red in here and it became purple!”
Everyone giggled.
“That’s good, Linc,” Quentin told him.
“Yes, very good,” Mr. Wendall said.
“You’re going to be our little scientist when you grow up, aren’t you?” Miriam said.
“Yes! I’m going to make really cool robots! And I’m going to work with dinosaurs! And make big explosions!” Lincoln told them emphatically.
His enthusiasm was so cute that he bowled us all over. We continued playing and conversing nicely with one another for a few hours after that. We shared donuts and more coffee as Lincoln went through science set after science set showing them off for everyone. Eventually, however, Mr. and Mrs. Wendall needed to leave.
“Linc, do you want us to take you to that Natural History Museum today?” Mr. Wendall asked.
Lincoln gasped loudly. “Really?”
“Of course. Come on then, buddy. Let’s get going before it’s too late!” he said as he beckoned Lincoln to follow him.
“Is he going to be okay?” I asked Quentin, feeling worried even though Lincoln was just going out with his grandparents.
Quentin, however, was very much not worried. Instead, he was hugging me from behind as he watched his parents usher Lincoln out the door with a quick goodbye over their shoulders. As soon as the door shut behind them, he began pressing dirty kisses to my neck and shoulder. I couldn’t stop my head from falling back as a moan dropped from my lips.
“Quentin… What are you doing?” I asked in a breathy voice.
“Exactly what it looks like I’m doing,” he commented with a grin. “I’m trying to fuck my girlfriend.”
The words made my breath catch and I couldn’t resist turning in his arms and staring at him. “Girlfriend?”
“Of course,” he answered with a shrug of his shoulders.
Happier than I’d been in a long time, I practically leaped back into Quentin’s arms and began kissing him fiercely. The two of us wound our arms around one another, fingers tearing at the edges of our clothing as we hurried to undress. Quentin’s fingers slipped under the hem of my t-shirt, moving up the soft flesh of my stomach before reaching my breasts. He groaned as he cupped one in his hand.
A desperate moan fell from my panting lips as we broke away from one another for air. “Quentin, I want you so badly,” I told him as my hands dropped to the waistband of his sweats. “Let’s hurry up and get to the bedroom. I want to taste you again.”
Quentin’s eyes widened and the black overtook the soft green of his irises. “Fuck yeah, baby,” he groaned before grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling me back in roughly for a sloppy kiss. “You turn me on so damn much.”
We stumbled back to the bedroom. The bed was still unmade from where we’d left it this morning and I was eager to climb back in with the hot, sexy man in front of me. This time, however, I didn’t let him take charge. I pushed his shoulders until he sat on the edge of the bed. I dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled his sweats down his long, muscular legs.
With fluttering eyelashes, I leaned in to mouth at his clothed cock where it lay trapped by his boxers. I could see the thick, hard outline of it, however, and it was making my pussy wet already. Quentin’s thighs were shaking from arousal as I pressed kisses to the tip of his cock through the thin material. It was dampening from his pre-come and I’d never felt sexier.
“How badly do you want to fuck me, Quentin?” I asked as I glanced up at him through my eyelashes.
“God, so fucking badly,” he muttered in response. His fingers were digging into his knees as he struggled to hold back.
“Well, I want to suck on that big dick of yours first, so why don’t you lie back and get comfortable?” I playfully pushed on his shoulder and Quentin fell back, succumbing to the picture I painted for him.
Now that I had him where I wanted him, I pulled his underwear down and off, revealing his thick cock once more. It was hard and the tip was glistening from his arousal. I licked my lips. I couldn’t wait. I pushed his legs open and settled between them before descending on his cock. I happily licked and sucked at the soft skin there, feeling it throb on my tongue.
“Mmm, Billie, that feels so good,” Quentin encouraged before letting out a string of moans as I dragged my tongue over the vein on the underside of his cock.
When I pulled off to take a deep breath, I grinned at the sight before me. Quentin was laid back, his face screwed up in pleasure, while his hands fisted the sheets beneath him. I wanted so much more, however. Unable to stay away for long, I leaned back in and swallowed his cock as deep as I could. The last few inches that didn’t fit, I wrapped my hand around and began rubbing them in time with every suck.
“Oh God, Billie… I’m gonna come. God, you’re so beautiful,” Quentin moaned among other compliments. It was incredible how vocal he was. I’d had partners before that had barely moaned let alone told me how they felt. It made me feel desired, sexy, and powerful. Quentin was like no one I’d ever been with before.
But I couldn’t let him come just yet.
I pulled off with a pop and grinned up at him. “Don’t come yet,” I said in a husky voice as I stood up. “I want it inside me.”
Quentin glanced up just in time to catch me beginning to strip sensually. I slowly pulled my t-shirt and bra off, revealing my big, heavy tits before reaching down and pulling my borrowed shorts and panties off. Every curve was displayed for Quentin’s pleasure and I could see how turned on he was. His eyes moved down my body, pausing every now and then to take in the view. His cock twitched as he looked at my pussy and he bit down on his lips as he stared at my breasts.
“Don’t tease me, baby,” he whispered as he sat up. “Let me make you feel good.”
I grinned and closed the gap between us before straddling his lap. “You always do,” I whispered seductively into his ear before reaching down and grabbing hold of his cock in my hand. With one smooth move, I lowered myself down until his big, thick dick breached me and buried itself deep inside.
A loud moan fell from my lips as I felt myself take the entirety of his length inside me. He was warm and hard and everything I needed and I couldn’t hold myself back from riding him hard and fast. My tits bounced as I rocked my hips up and down. Every time he pushed back in, I felt the head of his cock gra
ze something pleasurable inside me. It was driving me crazy and only made me move more erratically as I desperately sought my own climax.
“Fuck, Quentin, feels so good,” I mumbled, barely able to talk from the way the pleasure was making me lightheaded. I gripped his shoulders tight as we fucked. My nails were digging into the flesh of the muscles in his back, leaving crescent-shaped marks I knew would last at least until tomorrow.
The whole thing was mind blowing. We both grabbed and pawed at one another like we were hungry for it, starving even. Our bodies moved in sync, slotting together like we were made for one another. It was hot and sweaty and dirty, but it was also perfect.
I leaned back a little to get a different angle as I rode him and Quentin’s cock began to nail my g-spot on every thrust. My vision began to cloud as my orgasm neared and I began to scream in ecstasy. Quentin grabbed hold of my hips and began thrusting up into me as best he could.
“Fuck this,” he growled and gripped me tight before flipping us over completely.
I yelped from the sudden movement, but Quentin was focused. He grabbed hold of my thighs and pushed them up and open before thrusting back inside me. His gaze was pinned downward, watching where our bodies connected as he pushed inside me over and over.
“Your pussy feels so good. You’re so desperate for it, aren’t you? I can feel it pulling me back inside every time I try to pull out. Such a greedy little slut,” he groaned before leaning down and kissing me hard. His teeth bit into my bottom lip and I moaned before finally exploding.
“Quentin!” I screamed as my orgasm hit me. My whole body shook and I wrapped my arms tight around my lover. He fucked me through it, only driving me higher and higher to the peak of bliss.
“Beautiful, so beautiful. So good for me,” Quentin mumbled as he began to press kisses all over my face.
It wasn’t long before Quentin finally succumbed to his own climax. He spilled his load deep inside me before pulling out and rolling over. He pulled me to him and spooned me from behind, kissing my shoulder and neck.
“Was that good for you, baby?” he asked in a deep, husky voice.
I giggled. “It was incredible.”
Quentin smiled. “Good. I’m glad.”
Knowing that Lincoln would be home soon, the two of us got dressed and returned to the living room. Quentin picked up a mug of coffee and sipped at it, grimacing when he found it cold.
“Oh, by the way,” I began with a devilish smile. “Your mom told me she knew you would want me when she hired me.”
Quentin spat out the coffee and began coughing. “W-what?”
I couldn’t hold back my laughter as I patted his back and smiled. This is the start of something beautiful. I just know it.
34
Quentin
Having Billie around made life feel like it was Christmas every day. She made everything seem brighter, happier, more special. Whenever she spoke, I couldn’t hold in my smile. I wanted to be around her all the time and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to tell her to move in, to marry me, to make this official once and for all. I never wanted to let her go.
But I resisted. After all, I didn’t want to scare her off.
“I should get going,” Billie told me with a smile as she picked up her bag from the couch. “Lincoln will be home any minute and I don’t want him getting any wrong ideas about us.”
I pouted like a toddler who’d just had his favorite toy taken away. “But I want you to stay,” I told her, reaching out and taking her hand in mine.
A bright pink blush spread across her cheeks and it was so cute. “I know you do, but we can’t just think about ourselves. What about Lucky and Lincoln? Besides, we both have work in the morning.”
“Lucky and Lincoln are fine,” I assured her, lifting a hand to stroke her cheek. “And I can take you to work again tomorrow. It’s not a problem.”
Billie sighed and I could see the wheels turning in her mind. She was considering it.
“I like being able to hold you when we fall asleep. I’m used to it now. Don’t deprive me of it,” I teased with a smirk.
Billie tutted and rolled her eyes playfully. “You make it sound like you want me to move in!” she cried with a chuckle.
A moment of silence passed between us before I spoke again. “Maybe I do want that,” I finally said.
Billie’s eyes grew wide. “R-really?” she asked.
“We’ll need to talk about it properly and go over all the details, but… I’d be open to it. What about you?”
Her face broke out into a bright smile and she leaned in to kiss me. “That sounds like a great plan.”
Before I could say anything else, my parents and Lincoln came busting through the door. Lincoln was holding a bag which was no doubt filled with presents and a piece of paper. He held it up with a big grin and rushed toward Billie and me.
“Daddy! Billie! Look what I made!” He held up a finger painting he’d made of a dinosaur. It was hardly Picasso, but he’d clearly had a lot of fun making it.
“Wow, Linc. That looks great! Want me to put it on the fridge?” I asked him.
“Yes, please!”
I took the paper from him and made my way straight to the kitchen to hang it up. By the time I got back, he was already settled on the couch with Billie, insisting on watching a science documentary.
“Well, we’d better be heading on home,” my dad said as he took a step toward the door. “But we’ll see you in the week for dinner?”
“Yes. You’ll have to bring Billie along too,” my mom interjected with a look toward my new companion. “We’d love to get to know her more.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll see what I can do,” I answered, ushering them toward the door. “Thanks for taking care of Linc today. I’ll see you soon.”
“See you,” I called to them as they left the apartment.
After that, Billie and I made dinner together. She taught me how to make ratatouille which Lincoln really enjoyed despite normally despising vegetables. When everyone was finished, we moved back toward the living room to watch Blue Planet.
“Nana and Papa took me to see some fish bones today!” Lincoln told us excitedly as he patted Lucky’s head. “There were dinosaurs there too! The ocean is really cool!”
Learning about the fish from the documentary, Lincoln was in his element. I interjected every now and then to add any trivia I knew about for him, but it wasn’t much. I was just as new to the subject as he was really.
Soon after, Lincoln was ready for bed. As I walked him toward his bedroom, Lucky hurried along at my feet beside me. It seemed we’d started a new bedtime ritual and as I tucked Lincoln into bed, Lucky was quick to curl up beside him. It was so unapologetically domestic that it tugged on my heartstrings and I knew that I’d do anything to keep this happy little family together. Anything.
The next day, the four of us were eating breakfast in a calm, peaceful silence when the buzzer rang.
“Excuse me, one second,” I said with a smile before standing and heading to the door. It was unusual for Mandy to ring the buzzer, but I assumed she must have forgotten her key. Without thinking, I buzzed her up and waited at the apartment door for a knock. As soon as it came, I pulled the door open with a smile, only for it to fade almost instantly.
It wasn’t Mandy at all. It was Carmen. Carmen, my ex-wife, stood on my doorstep heavily pregnant and looking desperate.
My jaw dropped and I quickly stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind me. After all, I didn’t want Lincoln seeing his mother was here when all she was interested in was money. Thankfully, Lincoln was no doubt distracted by Billie and Lucky, talking about the school day ahead or munching on his cereal. He was happy right now and I would do anything to keep it that way.
“No,” was the first thing I said to her as I shook my head. “Absolutely not. Whatever this is and whatever you want, it’s a no.”
“But you haven’t even heard what I have to say,” she argued. He
r blue eyes were moving wildly and her usually well-styled blonde hair was pulled back into a messy bun. She didn’t look like the woman I knew, not at all.
“I don’t need to, I know what you want from me. It’s what you’ve always wanted, Carmen,” I spat before pinching the bridge of my nose. “You have no right to be here. You signed away your rights to Linc and me when you signed those divorce papers. You know this and yet, you still come here.”
Carmen looked up at me desperately and clutched a hand to her full belly. “I need help, Quentin… Please,” she begged.
For a moment, I felt my resolve sway. She had tears in her eyes and looked like she was about to burst into tears at any moment. It was awful to see her that way and the fool inside me wanted to help her, no matter what might have happened between us in the past. After all, I had loved her once, back before she’d broken my heart and lost my trust.
The memories came flooding back once more of those horrible days I’d spent with Lincoln in the hospital. He’d been so small when he’d contracted pneumonia. He looked so tiny and helpless in that incubator. That had been the same time that Carmen had been sleeping with someone else, using my distraction to her advantage.
Rage bubbled within me. I had reminded myself what a conniving snake Carmen was and the memory of my son almost dying while she didn’t care at all only made me feel more and more furious. I clenched my fists tight and took a step into her space.
“Carmen, you were the one who cheated on me. You were the one who didn’t care whether Lincoln lived or died. You were the one who chose money, sex, and alcohol over the two of us. You told me the last time I saw you that you wanted nothing to do with me or Lincoln anymore,” I practically growled. “You’re lucky I didn’t call the cops the second you arrived to get you off my property. Leave now. I won’t give you anything.”
With watery eyes, Carmen let out a long sigh before turning and walking back down the hallway. Seeing her walk away once more wasn’t easy, even if it had been my choice this time. I didn’t relish turning her away, but I couldn’t waste any more time on her. I had my priorities to think about and they were Lincoln and Billie.
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