“My Ford.”
“Ford, huh? That’s… perfect. Little baby Ford,” Zach nods. “So, will little baby Ford know his parents used to be related?”
I shrug. “Sure, if he asks. It’s not a secret. And it’s not that big of a deal. Though, I can’t imagine why he would. How often did you ask your mom if she was ever related to your dad?”
“Alright, alright. Just thought I’d ask. That’ll be a fun discussion to be had.”
With a patient sigh and a twinkle in my eye, I explain to him my feelings on the whole stepbrother situation.
“In the end, it doesn’t matter one bit. You and I aren’t related so it’s not affecting little Ford. And anybody who has a problem with us can go suck an egg. What does it matter if we used to be step siblings?
Lightly, I rub our baby’s forehead, wide, calm, at peace. “I was definitely worried about it before because I was scared of what people would think, but ultimately, it just doesn’t matter. You helped me come to terms with that. If I had continued to be scared of us because of what people would think, we would not be here. Ford wouldn’t be here.”
“And we certainly wouldn’t want that,” he says, leaning down to take a sniff of Ford’s fresh head. His loving eyes roam over his new son. “I’m glad you see it that way.”
Watching Zach being so devoted and paternal with our baby makes my heart grow. He’s the perfect man.
“I’m excited to have the next month dedicated to just you and Ford. I was starting to get used to the routine of being on the force, but I’ll be back on it in no time. Until then, it’s just you, me and our baby boy,” I say with a smile.
“Right,” Zach murmurs. “We’re going to have to look for a babysitter to take care of him while we’re working. Then a daycare once he’s old enough for one.”
I could see some stress on his face. He’s uncertain of the stability of our lives. Good fathers pay attention to that, they feel that weight.
“Zach. It’s going to be okay. You and I can handle anything. We’ll find a babysitter, and then we’ll find a daycare. Or switch shifts. It’s all going to be fine.”
He looks me up and down, taking in my utter happiness and certainty. He chuckles, the tension leaving his face. “Thank you. You’re absolutely right.”
Zach sits down next to me, lightly rubbing Ford’s head and humming a soft lullaby.
This time, it’s my turn to tell him.
“Dad would be so proud of you.”
Extended Epilogue
Zach
Many people would think that being a detective is full of thrills, chases, searching for clues, but stuff like that happens maybe once every couple of months. And that’s being generous.
Generally, my days are spent indoors, filling out a lot of paperwork. Researching evidence. Not to say that it’s disenchanting, I’m very much content with being a detective, but since Ford was born I’ve been more focused on spending time with him, and away from the office. I’m starting to fear that he’ll start thinking of my mom as his.
Coincidentally or not, after Kayla and I got married, my mother moved back to the city. Actually, it’s no coincidence. Soon after we returned from our honeymoon, she sat us down together.
“Kids, I need to tell you something.” She watchfully recounted how much she loved our Dad. We nodded, knowing that, of course. As she kept going on, we grew impatient, not understanding her purpose. But we almost couldn’t handle her saying, “The thing is, kids, love isn’t always predictable.”
She caught herself in that moment, looking up at the two of us and howled with laughter. “I just plum forgot who I was talking to! Okay, okay. Here it is. Kids, I’m dating Greg. We’re together. I think I could really love him.”
We are, by far, the happiest damn family you ever did see.
So Ma became our go-to babysitter. And since Kayla normally gets home around noon, she and my mother have been able to spend significant time together.
Thankfully for my sanity’s sake, I was allowed to head home earlier than usual today. When I get home, I excuse my mother from her duties as a caretaker for lil’ Ford. I call out for Kayla.
“She’s not home, ya dingbat. Don’t you get texts,” my mother crows.
I unlock my phone and see that Kayla has been held back after volunteering to join a special joint task force.
“Well, at least I get to see my little man,” I say taking Ford from my mother.
“Your little man is being very fussy. Won’t eat a spoonful of a single thing I put in front of him,” she warns me. “Reminds me of a certain someone.”
I take the bottle of milk she’s offering to me and hold it up to Ford’s mouth. Without hesitation, he started gulping down the formula. I take it from him to keep him from eating too fast and getting the hiccups or developing too much gas. Then I watch as he tries to take the bottle from me.
“Ah, geez, I hope that doesn’t mean he hates me. ‘Cause I mean it, he wouldn’t take any food I was offering.”
I hug my mom. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he was being a little jerk. Like a certain someone, right?”
She nods. “Darn right. You were such a fussy baby. Still are,” she jokes as she pinches my cheek. “Is there anything I can get you or Kayla? You two are fine?”
I assure my mom that we’re fine and escort her to her car. Back inside, I continue feeding my son. I sit down on the couch and watch him devour what’s left in the bottle. He looks up at me and reaches his nubby little fingers at my hair and feels it to determine the texture. He does this more with Kayla, but I have no complaints with holding up his tiny body so he could tug on my hair. I want this boy to learn everything there is to learn.
“You’re going to be a smart kid. A genius, even,” I laugh.
Ford climbs on my head and plays with my hair until he’s tuckered out. Finishing that bottle in record time must have really tired him. He falls asleep on my chest. It’s moments like these, I’m glad my life turned out the way it did. I feel goosebumps, but not of fear. I’m content. So content that my skin is crawling with happiness at the sight of my sleepy little boy.
Some minutes later, Kayla arrives.
“I thought you’d be coming home much later,” I tell her.
“Same here. Today was just uh… y’know, like the first day of school, we got a rundown of what we’d be doing and then, not much else happened. How’s Ford?”
“Sleepy. And I was following suit. Care to join us?”
Kayla sheds her uniform and changes into something more comfortable. She emerges from our bedroom with a white tank top and some pajama pants with a small handheld crib to keep Ford in. She carefully lifts our baby from my chest and places him in the crib next to the couch. She then takes his place on my body and wraps her arms around me.
“You’re so good with him,” she assures me. “You two look adorable together.”
“You know what looks even more adorable?” I ask.
She leans in for the answer, and feels my lips against her face. “The three of us together.”
***
Five minutes later and we’re back in the bedroom with Ford sleeping soundly, his crib just outside our open door. This time is precious. I don’t want any interruptions, only my wife’s delight.
I run out to my car after telling her to go make herself comfortable, turning quiet, polite and mysterious as if we’d just met for a random hookup, as if didn’t know each other for over a decade, or didn’t love each other like crazy.
When I return to the bedroom with the gift bag, passing Ford snoring adorably in his crib, she’s completely naked laying on the bed above the sheets, passed out cold.
I can work with this.
Silently, my pants and boxers hit the floor. My feet step out of them as my hand reaches to retrieve a hidden surprise from the gift bag. The crinkling of the paper bag stirs Kayla but only slightly. Good.
Bare-assed, I climb on top of her, holding my surprise behind my back. I kiss up
wards on her body from her inner thigh, a long hard lick up her labia with a wiggling tongue flourish on her clit. Then I resume my travels up her torso, nibbling her belly below its button, licking just under her extremely full tits.
She’s waking, arching her back up to my touch. I circle her nipples but don’t quite touch them, driving her wild. Her hands reach down and grab my hair. I can tell what she wants. As her nails dig in deeper, I can tell how she wants it. Hard as hell.
In one smooth motion, I take her wrist in my free hand and sit up on my knees straddling her torso without crushing her. Her happy, quiet eyes are on mine and I smile mysteriously holding the moment for dramatic effect.
Then my other hand comes from behind my back and slaps the expensive thick metal handcuffs around her slender strong wrist. The contrast between stylish polished look of the handcuffs in our familiar bedroom surroundings makes me see her in a whole new way.
Light gleams off the metal’s smooth, mirror-like surface, striking against her tawny skin. Watching her wriggle in them, unsure, she looks like my prisoner in some futuristic sexy space jail.
Her eyes widen and so does her smile. “With all they taught us about germs, it never occurred to me to try one of these at home…”
“Actually, these cuffs are made just for fun.” Underneath the shiny sexy chrome banding her delicate flesh, I show her the thick fuzzy fabric interior that will be teasing and tickling her sensitive wrists.
I want to make sure she’s all the way into this. Gladly, her eyes are curious and eager.
So I take off.
I grab her cuffed wrist and reach it above her head to our bed’s headboard of curving metal bars. Winding the chain between the bars, I watch as her huge breasts heave and raise with her movement. Then I take her free hand and raise it above her head to join the cuffed hand attached to the headboard.
Click goes the sound that will make her mine all over again.
Now that she’s restrained, I lean over her, lightly kissing and grazing her neck. I’m straddling her torso and sit up fully to look down at my gorgeous angel. Her tits are high and mighty, her hands imprisoned above her head, and she’s smiling sinfully up at me.
That look sends my tongue back to her skin while trying to mumble all the filthy things I’ve been thinking about, alone at work all day.
She must’ve been thinking the same things because her legs, being the only free appendages she has, clench around me tight.
She already wants me to fuck her. But that isn’t my plan. Yet.
Her nipples are hard, reaching high above her firm globes of softness. God I want them in my mouth, but more, I want her to beg me for it.
So I let my tongue dance all around them, softly sucking the warm skin just below the nipple, then just above, then running my tongue hard down her breastplate, down her stomach, below the belly and stop at her pussy.
There, I let my fingers barely graze her labia, while she jerks her pelvis upward to me, needing a touch, any touch on her most hungry parts. She’s getting close to begging.
My mouth devours her inner thighs, nibbling and licking her smooth skin. I look and see her pussy is drenched in juice for me. Her body’s already begging.
I raise up and start kissing her neck, letting my hands tease the outlines of her lips below, trying to deny her clit. She bucks her hips in response, crashing her pink softness against my hardened cop’s hands. Damn. I’ll let her have that one, but no more.
I let her enjoy the broad sensation of my whole hand grasping and squeezing her amazing breast while I viciously tongue her neck.
“Zach… please…”
Yes! Finally.
I look down and see my cock full in its entire nine inches, thick, dripping and ready.
She sees it too.
On top of her, I position myself just right, arms locked around her, eyes locked in hers. I don’t tease this time, she’s suffered enough.
In one crashing thrust, I plunge all the way down deep in the dripping well of her pussy’s honey. She cries out helplessly and I almost pass out from the surge of intensity.
Slowly I pump myself all the way in her, every time so she feels the whole length of my throbbing cock, over and over, covering her mouth with mine, demanding her tongue as I command her pussy.
Yet still she begs.
So I ramp up my speed, pounding harder and faster. Even though I’d prefer to go slower, Mama needs this—bad.
It’s like I’m on a high-speed chase with her orgasm. While her wrists are chained to the bed, defenseless, her hips jerk right, this time, left. But I don’t let up. I run down her G-spot single-mindedly, like dispatch put an APB out on it. I’m gonna get you and good.
Ruthlessly, I pound her pussy while she wails gleefully, “Take me in, officer!”
I feel myself building inside, a searing heat wave that wants to erupt.
I lean down to those enticingly erect nipples and tongue them without mercy. Her head slams back on the bed as she gasps, moaning, eyes rolling back.
“Zach, please!”
I launch my hips even deeper than before and drill away with lightning speed and thunderous force. Like a volcano, I erupt in her, head thrown back, gushing my clear hot magma into her tight deep slit.
My mind’s so blown, I lose track of my name, my nationality, where I even live as I pound wildly into her wet depths of gold. I can’t stop pumping as she goes limp, arms languid as I jerk her body mindlessly with my animal surges of cascading pleasure.
Slowly, I wind down, not stopping until every last drop of cum is drained from me. Her eyelids are half-closed, fluttering and her lips slack in a dazed smile.
Catching my breath, I turn my head and can just barely see inside the baby’s crib. His eyes are still closed.
So I’m still open for business.
I take the handcuff keys from the gift bag and unlock one wrist. Damn these sex cuffs look hot, with their deep violet-red fur lining inside the cuff, hidden and protected by its sleek chrome exterior.
Kayla stirs and I whisper into her neck, “You just got hauled in. I still need to book you.”
Her jelly limbs let me guide her onto her stomach. I hunch behind her, pulling her hips up off the bed and towards my cock growing in anticipation from my dirty intentions.
“Take me, just take it all,” she slurs, lips pressed into the sheets.
Spring goes my rod, extending to its utter limit. Mountain hard and high.
I pull both hands behind her back and cuff them together. I grab onto the metal chain-link that connects her bound wrists, pulling her body towards me as I stab my rod into her waiting pussy. These sloppy seconds are actually my main course.
I plumb her depths with sprinters speed, going hard and fast. Her body rocks and rolls, still loose. I clutch a round hip in one hand, while pulling hard on the handcuff chain with the other. With every thrust and tug, she gasps with delight as her shoulders get pulled back like she’s my beast of burden.
“Yes! More!”
I ride her with everything I’ve got. I reach in front for those incredible hot nipples and finger them for a few seconds, then reach down to rub her throbbing clit, back and forth, back and forth, all while pounding her impatiently.
She starts to join my rhythm with her counter-rhythm, pulling her hips away from me as I draw back, then crashing her ass onto my cock as I shove it into her. The impact makes me dizzy.
Soon my filly tightens her clamp on my cock and shudders. I take her signal and race to the finish line, grunting through teeth gritted from the heaven of her pussy squeezing my cock. I smash my pelvis into her, losing myself, pulling so hard on the handcuffs that I lift up her torso, forcing her back to arch towards me while I thrust and gouge her pussy with all my cock’s fury.
Like a spark, her orgasm ignites mine. My cock explodes into Kayla’s tight walls clenched around me. Her whole body’s seizing and screaming my name. Together we grind, riding the waves in tandem until we have nothing lef
t.
My mind is hazy, pounding with blood or its loss to other bodily regions. Kayla’s head falls forward, forehead on the sheets, luscious ass still up on the air, cuffed hands behind her back. This is a view I want to remember for the rest of my life. Come to think of it, I actually can’t believe this is my life.
Through my breaths, I declare officially, “Well, ma’am, I’ve conducted a thorough body search and it’s my duty to inform you…” I collapse lightly against her back and mumble into the nape of her neck, “you’re so guilty.”
“It’s absolutely criminal… walkin’ around this hot, this sweet and this tough.”
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