“Okay, okay, fine,” I agreed with a sweet smile.
“Good. Let’s get them into the bedroom then before Linc falls asleep like that and hurts his neck,” Quentin stated before pushing up to his feet. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and snapped a quick picture of Lincoln and Lucky curled up together. It was the sweetest photo ever and I saved it as my lock screen before I put my phone away again.
I helped wake Lucky up so Quentin could lift Lincoln and carry him into the bedroom. Lucky followed on Quentin’s heels and I watched as she climbed up onto the young boy’s bed and snuggled back into his side again. Clearly, I wasn’t the only girl in love with this little family.
Quentin came back out but left the door ajar just in case. “Care for a glass of wine?” he asked in a hushed voice when he reached my side again.
“Yes, please,” I told him and smiled.
The two of us walked back toward the kitchen and I leaned against the counter while Quentin retrieved the wine and glasses. He began pouring out a generous amount of alcohol while I watched.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” I asked with a flirty giggle.
“Of course not,” Quentin shot back quickly before passing me my glass. “But if you did get a little drunk, it would be a happy coincidence.”
We both laughed before taking a quick sip of our drinks and smiling at one another. Quentin reached over and turned on his stereo to a gentle, melodic jingle. Our eyes met again across the counter and I smiled.
“Did you have a good day today?” I asked him.
“Yeah, I really did, Billie,” he told me. “Did you?”
“I did. Today, I really felt like I was…” I paused and took a breath. “I felt like I was part of a family.”
There was a beat of silence and all of a sudden, my nerves got the best of me. I looked over Quentin’s face to see how he felt, but his expression was unreadable. So, I waited and my fingers tapped against the glass. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait too long.
“You can be a part of our family, if you want to be,” he finally said with a gentle smile.
My heart started beating rapidly in my chest and I found myself inching closer to him. “That’s wonderful,” I admitted, but there was still something on my mind that I couldn’t shake. “But I… I want to know more about you before I let myself get in too deep.”
Quentin nodded. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
“I’m glad,” I responded with a nod. “I… I want to know about your past. What happened with Linc’s mom and where she is now. I had a good idea that things weren’t exactly happy after that phone call in the office the other week…”
“Yeah,” Quentin agreed before settling his wine glass on the counter. “Before you, Billie, I had some messy relationships. My ex-wife, Carmen, was a lovely woman or at least, I thought she was. We dated for about five years before we got married and had Lincoln, but then…” He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. “She wasn’t exactly cut out to be a mom. She cared more about herself than she ever did about Linc. She put shopping and salon appointments above daycare and doctor’s appointments. I knew right away I’d made a mistake, but I didn’t want to leave her. I didn’t want to lose Linc and I never wanted him to grow up without his mom…”
I nodded. “That makes sense. I think I’d feel the same way too,” I told him as I reached out and began rubbing his shoulder.
“In the end, I had no choice. I came home one day and found her in bed with another man,” he continued.
“Oh my God,” I said with a gasp. “I’m sorry, Quentin. That’s awful.”
“It’s okay, I’m over it now. At the time, however, it was a huge shock. I filed for divorce and custody with the help of my parents and thankfully, the only thing she ever fought me about was money. She wasn’t even interested in seeing Linc.” He shook his head. “It was pretty rough and recently, she’s been hassling me for more money, but aside from that, I never really hear from her.”
“What a shame. Poor Lincoln,” I lamented. The idea of growing up without a mother really got to me and made me feel for him. Even though my mom and I had our differences, I was grateful for her support and insight growing up. I couldn’t imagine my life without her.
“Yeah, I won’t lie. It’s been pretty hard on him,” Quentin confessed. “I don’t think it helped that while I was on the rebound, I ended up getting pretty close to his previous nanny.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I was a little foolish, I’ll admit. She was nice and I was pretty depressed over my failed marriage. I slept with her a few times before Peter found out she was using me for my money.” Quentin paused and shook his head. “It feels like whenever women look at me, all they see is dollar signs in their eyes.”
My heart ached for the man in front of me. I couldn’t bear to see him hurting. I reached out and took both his hands in mine. “That’s not what I see,” I told him with fervor. “I see a kind, funny, handsome man, not someone to use like that.”
Quentin smiled at me. “I know, but it’s nice to hear you say it.”
I nodded.
“What about you?” Quentin asked.
“Huh?”
“Well, it took you a while to get onboard with dating me. Why was that? Was I too handsome for you?” he joked with a wry smile.
I laughed and shook my head. “It’s a long story.”
“I’ve got all night.”
His easy reassurance helped calm my racing heart and I felt happy enough to open up to him about everything. I told him the story of my mother and my father. I explained everything to him while he listened and nodded his head.
“At the end of the day,” I continued with a sigh, “my mom instilled the fear of God in me about the way things ended between my father and her. Ever since, I’ve been so scared to get involved with you because of it. I wanted to stop myself from getting hurt like she did.”
Quentin was suddenly leaning in and kissing me hard. When he drew back, he whispered, “I’m not saying we’re forever. After all, it’s a bit quick for that, but I’m definitely all in. I want to see where this journey can take us and I hope it leads to a happily ever after.”
Tears spilled from my eyes and I couldn’t hold myself back. I closed the gap between us and kissed him with all the love I felt. It had been a long day and I was tired. I was tired of pretending I didn’t want him and acting like I wasn’t head over heels in love. Now, I just wanted to bathe myself in his comforting embrace.
Thankfully, Quentin didn’t push me away. No, he only pulled me closer. Once again, we clambered from the kitchen to the bedroom where Quentin pushed me down on the bed and began kissing me like he was desperate for me and his touch alone was driving me crazy with lust.
His hands smoothed down my clothes before he hiked up my dress. He pulled my sweater over my head and pulled my stockings down my legs until they were off and discarded. With my dress pulled up to my waist, Quentin descended between my legs and began kissing my creamy thighs. He licked a trail upward toward where I wanted him to taste most before finally planting a kiss on the silk of my violet-colored panties.
“Oh, Quentin, please…” I begged as he teased me. My legs fell open further, begging him to take what he wanted from me and give me the heady pleasure I most desired.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you. Just lie back and enjoy yourself,” Quentin told me in a low, husky voice that sent shivers up my spine.
My body fought against my head as I tried my best to lay back like Quentin wanted. It was hard because every instinct inside me told me to wrap myself around him and hold him close, but he wanted to be the one in control and I wanted to give him what he wanted. As soon as my head hit the pillow, Quentin’s fingers pushed under the silk of my panties and pulled them to one side. I gasped as I felt his hot breath caress the soft skin of wet cunt.
“Quentin… Quentin, please…” I whined as my lover continued to tease me. His fingers rub
bed over my inner thighs and pushed my legs open further.
“God, your pussy is so beautiful,” he told me before finally closing the gap between us and licking me open with his hot, wet tongue.
My whole body convulsed at the persistent touch of him. I cried out in pleasure and my back arched. I rolled my hips into his mouth, desperate for more. The way he touched my legs with gentle hands as he continued to lick my clit over and over made me feel cared for, desired, and wanted more than I ever had been before in my life.
A crescendo of pleasure was building up inside me and I couldn’t stop chanting Quentin’s name over and over as I got closer and closer to the edge. My hands were holding on tight to the thick, brown locks of Quentin’s hair as he continued to eat me out. His fingers drew a trail up my legs and found their way to my hot, aching hole where he pushed inside me.
I couldn’t stop myself. With a scream, I came hard before falling limp to the bed beneath me. My eyes were closed from the intensity of my orgasm, but I could feel Quentin moving. He pulled away and crawled up my body. I felt him pull my panties down my legs before pushing my knees up to my chest.
“God, Billie, you drive me crazy,” he muttered. I felt the head of his cock circle my opening and I cried out in delight.
“Quentin, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Please,” I begged as my legs wrapped around his waist. I desperately rocked against him, trying to push him inside me.
He let out a laugh and kissed my neck. “You’re such a little slut for me, aren’t you, Billie?” Quentin whispered in my ear. “So desperate for it and so needy for me. I love it. Fine, I’ll give you what I want.”
Without even giving me a moment to catch my breath, Quentin thrust inside me hard and fast until he was buried completely within me. The warmth of his thick, hard shaft inside me made me moan uncontrollably. The two of us moved together like the crashing of waves against the sand and I couldn’t hold back the way I felt any longer. I clung hard to Quentin as he thrust inside me over and over again, giving me undeniable pleasure.
“You feel so good inside me,” I moaned as Quentin sensually made love to me.
Quentin smiled down at me before kissing me passionately. His fingers wound themselves into my hair and his lips moved fervently against mine. He kissed me like he was desperate for it, like he didn’t want to spend even a second without my mouth against his, and it moved me. I’d never felt this kind of desire before. It brought a new idea to my mind.
Is this… love? I thought before Quentin gripped my wrists and pinned them to the headboard. He began pounding his cock into me harder and faster than before and all thoughts about my own feelings were lost as Quentin pushed me deeper and deeper into a state of reckless desire.
Lips locked and legs entangled, we made love until the two of us were exhausted and satisfied. When we finally drew apart, our sweating, hot bodies collapsed onto the bed before finding their way together once more to snuggle close until we succumbed to sleep.
32
Quentin
Mornings usually brought out the worst in me, but ever since Billie had been sleeping the night, I started to see the appeal of them. It was a bright Sunday morning and the sun streaming through the window made Billie’s long, thick hair shine in the light. It only made her look more beautiful and I couldn’t resist leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. Her skin was soft against my own and I could hear the sweet sound of her breath coming and going. It was a heavenly moment.
Billie was still asleep, but when she felt my lips against her skin, she sighed happily and smiled in her sleep. The sight of her looking so content and peaceful warmed something deep inside me. I couldn’t resist scooting closer to her and spooning her from behind as she slept. My hands rested over her chest and I could feel the gentle thud of her heartbeat. Feeling soothed, my eyes began to droop and I felt close to falling back to sleep with her when suddenly, a loud cry roused me once more.
“Daddy, Daddy!” Lincoln shouted as he jumped onto the bed. “It’s the morning, Daddy! Wake up!” He was dressed in his favorite dinosaur onesie and his hair lay messy and haphazard on the top of his head. He was clutching one of his teddy bears close to his chest and he looked adorable.
However, as soon as I felt my son began to crawl up the bed toward me, I looked over at Billie with wide eyes. She was still fast asleep somehow despite the ruckus Lincoln was causing, but that wasn’t what I was worried about. It didn’t take long for the little tyke to climb his way up to my chest for a hug and as soon as he did, his eyes were straight on Billie. Lincoln let out a huge gasp before smiling delightedly.
“Billie’s still here!” he cried excitedly before starting to jump up and down on top of me. “Daddy, Daddy! Did you know Billie is still here? Daddy! Wait, why is Billie asleep in your room?” He let out a huge gasp and clapped his hands over his mouth. “Daddy, is Billie my new mom?”
I spluttered. I had no idea what to say to that and I hoped that Billie hadn’t woken up to hear that either. I didn’t want her to feel pressured into taking on a role like that so soon. I glanced back over to her sleeping form and noticed that she hadn’t moved an inch.
Phew, I thought to myself. That’s one complication avoided. However, little did I know that more would be heading my way that day. Thankfully, before Lincoln asked any more questions, he got distracted by an old toy lying on the floor in my bedroom. He quickly scurried off the bed to retrieve it and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Maybe now I can go back to sleep, I thought hopefully.
“Hello? Anyone home?” a familiar voice called from the hallway. I heard the sound of the front door slam and footsteps were making their way along the wooden floor boards.
Of all the times that my parents could start knocking on the door of my apartment and letting themselves in, they chose today! It was beginning to look like I was going to have a rough day ahead of me and I really didn’t want to drag Billie through any of it, but it didn’t look like I had a choice.
In an attempt to bury my head in the sand, I covered my face with a pillow and prayed that my parents would leave before Lincoln told them about Billie. It didn’t work and I groaned in anguish.
“We thought we’d finally try out using the spare key you gave us,” my mom called into the empty living room. “Linc? Quentin? Are you awake?”
This time, Lincoln heard them and he jumped up onto his feet excitedly. “Nana!” my son called back to her before abandoning Billie and I and racing out of my bedroom.
With a sigh, I fell back to the bed and let my head hit the soft pillow. Everything was going well, but somehow, my head was still racing with insecurities and problems. I still wasn’t sure how I was going to explain everything to Lincoln about Billie and I, plus we worked together. It was bound to cause drama at the office which was exactly what Billie hadn’t wanted.
Before I could dig myself in too deep of a hole, Billie’s voice cut through my thoughts. “So… This is going to be a fun morning, huh?” she remarked with a lilt in her voice. When I turned, I saw her smiling and something about it made my heart flutter in my chest. Her face was bare of make-up, but she still looked stunning as ever. Her luscious, long brown hair was messily draped across her shoulders and I thought to myself that she was breathtaking like this.
Still, I wasn’t excited to have my entire family here to witness what I’d wanted to be a quiet morning with just Billie and Lincoln. With a groan, I rolled over and kissed Billie sweetly right on the lips. Her eyes widened in surprise and then she smiled, pulled me back in, and kissed me again. I laughed and cuddled her close.
“Once more unto the breach,” I stated dramatically as I pushed up from the bed and stood. I looked around for clothes for the both of us, digging through my closet to find something that would fit Billie. Eventually, I resorted to throwing Billie an old college t-shirt of mine along with a pair of my old running shorts.
“Sorry, they’re all I have,” I told her with an apologetic smile. “I
can take you home if you need me to?”
“This is fine for now,” she told me. “Stop worrying so much.”
I tried to do as she asked and I took a deep breath inward. I closed my eyes and tried to picture a peaceful place like a meadow in the middle of nowhere where Billie and I could enjoy ourselves all alone. It worked a little to pull me out of my bad mood, but I could only delay the inevitable. With a shake of my head, I pulled on some baggy sweatpants and a worn t-shirt for myself before finally emerging from the safety of my bedroom.
Immediately, I saw Lincoln and my parents sitting in the living room. Lincoln was lounging on the arm chair with Lucky lying happily on his lap. The two of them had bonded so well that it was so cute to watch. The dog was nudging her head into Lincoln’s hand every time he stopped petting her and Lincoln loved the attention he was getting. I walked further down the hallway and soon, I began to pick up their conversation.
“She’s an amazing dog, Nana! She slept with me all night! She was guarding me from the monsters under the bed! Isn’t that nice?” Lincoln was gushing about his new companion and I couldn’t help but enjoy just how happy he sounded. It tugged on my heartstrings and I wanted to do my best to always keep him feeling that way.
“She sounds like a wonderful dog, Linc,” my mother replied. “But I don’t understand where she came from! She’s not yours, so who does she belong to?”
There for a slight pause and I opened my mouth, preparing to give my parents the news, but I was beaten to it.
“She’s mine,” Billie said from where she stood behind me. I turned in surprise, not noticing her footsteps behind me at all, and I quirked an eyebrow at her, but she just shrugged and moved past me to head toward the kitchen. “Linc, shall we get Lucky some breakfast?”
“Yeah!”
The three of them headed inside the kitchen leaving me alone with my parents. I felt sheepish even though I had no reason to. I was a grown man and they had all but encouraged my relationship with Billie. Still, I felt like a teenager again who’d been caught bringing a girlfriend home.
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