“He has good lungs anyway.” Aiden winces, pulling away from the phone a little.
“He’s like his uncle Aid when he’s hungry.” Lillia giggles. Taking our boy, she latches him onto her breast like a pro. I turn the camera on all three of us so Aiden can see my beautiful son and girlfriend.
“Ew, Tristan. I don’t want to see her boobs.” He covers his eyes.
“Oh, shut up, Aid. We all know you would love to see Lil's breasts,” Avery shouts, walking through the door, carrying a bag and a big balloon with It’s a Boy on it.
“Anyway, I need to go. The sooner I get this shoot finished, the quicker I can get home to see my nephew and save him from you guys.” He shakes his head, not denying that he wants to see Lillia’s tits.
“See you later, Aid,” we all shout, and I hang up.
“Dad and Sally will be here soon,” I tell her.
“Do we have a name yet?” Lennon asks.
“Jax Hank Emmett Hunt.” Lillia looks down at our beautiful blue bundle. I smile at her and agree.
“Hello, Jax. I’m your daddy, and I’m going to look after and protect you and your mommy from anything that threatens you.” I run my finger feather light down his face.
“Oh.” Sally walks in with her hand on her heart and tears in her eyes. “He’s precious.” She fits into our family like she was meant to be here all along. She treats Aiden and me like her own sons. Dad said she was unable to have children, which is why she let him move on with Mom. She always held onto the hope that Dad would find her again so she never married. A true story of fate, love, and happiness. Dad has had a beaming smile on his face since he arrived at the hospital.
“Congratulations, son.” He shakes my hand, looking over at the girls cooing over Jax. “You didn’t tell me his name.”
“Jax Hank Emmett Hunt.”
The smile fades on his face, and for a minute I think he’s going to tell me he doesn’t want his name in there because he’s told us time and time again how much he hates his name. He pulls me in to hug me tightly and whispers in my ear. “Thank you.” His voice is thick with emotion.
“Dad, there was never any doubt your name would be in there whether it was a boy or a girl. You’ve been in my corner fighting each and every step of my life. If it wasn’t for you, I’d probably be in jail right now.” A tear falls from Dad’s eye, which he wipes away quickly. I place my hand on his shoulder. “Men are allowed to cry. Tears are not weakness; they show you care about something.” I repeat the words he told me many times growing up.
“I’m damn proud of you, son.” He pulls me in for another hug.
“Oh, Jesus.” I look at Lennon, who’s rolling his eyes and eating the grapes he brought for Lillia. I look over at the three women on Lillia’s bed with tears streaming down their cheeks.
“That was beautiful.” Avery holds a hand over her heart. “You’re such a lucky little boy, young Master Hunt.” She kisses the top of his head.
“I’m the lucky one.” I stare at Lillia who blushes bright red.
My girl. My son. My world.
Jax is almost a month old already. It’s crazy how fast the time has gone. I’m sitting holding him, just staring at him; I still can’t believe I have a child. My own flesh and blood. A living breathing piece of me and Lillia. I never thought she would talk to me again, never mind have my child.
“You and your mommy are the most important things in my life. Nothing will ever stop me loving you.” I kiss his little forehead and he chooses this moment to let one rip. “Nice to know how you feel about me, son. I love you too.” I chuckle.
“Wow, really?” Lillia comes through, speaking on her cell. I look up from changing Jax’s explosion of shit diaper. And the smell. Dear God, if they used this to torture men and women in Iraq, I’m sure they would have found Bin Laden earlier than they did. “That’s amazing. Thank you.”
“Who was that?” I ask, picking Jax up and cradling him to my chest.
“Daniel.” I tense, hearing that a guy is calling her. A smile plays on her lips and she tilts her head to the side. “Relax, Tristan. My old boss. Darcy’s husband. Avery’s uncle.” She raises her eyebrows, urging me to remember.
“Ah. What did he want?”
“He offered me a job.” She bites her lip. “It’s my dream job and I think we can make it work.”
“You’re leaving?” I can’t believe she’s thinking of leaving me. We just had a baby. She gave me a taste of a family and I’m not letting her take it from me. “No. No, you’re not taking Jax away from me. I couldn’t handle it if I lost you both, Lillia.”
“Leave you? I’m not leaving you.” She looks at me, perplexed, a smirk on her lips.
“You said Daniel offered you your dream job. You’ll take it and I’ll lose you both.” I look down at my perfect son in my arms, sleeping peacefully, not knowing the torment going on inside my head and heart.
“Tristan, look at me.” Her hand covers mine. I look up and see she’s smiling a sad smile. “I’m not leaving you. He’s branching out and opening an office here in Boston.”
She’s staying with me. She’s not leaving. I sigh with relief, the ice that started to freeze over my heart thawing.
“I love you, Tristan. I wouldn’t leave you. You’re my dream. I would choose you over any job that came my way.” She places her hand on my face, her thumb stroking soothingly down my cheek. “You and this little guy come first and will always come first.”
Reaching over, I kiss her lightly and lean my forehead against hers. “I love you so much. Both of you. The thought of losing you kills me.”
“Shh.” She places her index finger over my lips, silencing me. “You will never lose us.”
Jax takes this moment to let out a wail, indicating that he’s hungry.
“Come on, little dude.” Lillia takes him from me and pulls out her breast to feed Jax. I feel my pants getting tighter, my dick hard as stone. Jesus, I’m jealous of my son sucking his mother’s tit for food. I need to go for a cold shower or something.
Standing, Lillia looks up at me. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah.” My voice is scratchy and I cough, clearing my throat. “Yeah, I need to check my work emails.” And try not fuck you right now.
I walk into the study, which is currently the corner of Jax’s room. I can’t wait until our house is finished. We need more room for all of Jax’s stuff and all of Lillia’s books. I smile when I see an email from our contractor, telling me they only have a few more things to do and they’re finished. We can move straight in.
“Lennon, I need your help.” I start telling him what I have planned and he seems to be just as excited as I am about seeing Lillia’s face.
“Tristan, why am I wearing this?” Lillia huffs from the passenger seat.
It only took a further two weeks for the work and finishing touches to be completed. We can finally move into the house I bought a few months ago. I blindfolded her so she wouldn’t know where we were going. It took some convincing, but she let me place the black satin around her eyes.
“It’s a surprise.” I place my hand on her thigh, causing her to gasp. She has her work skirt on; Daniel wanted her to see where she would be working and I picked her up from there. “So, how was the work space?” I ask, trying to get her mind off where we might be going.
“It’s amazing. My office is huge.” I can practically see her eyes shining brightly through the black material when she talks about her job. She loves what she does and she’s worked her ass off to get where she is right now. I’m damn proud of her. “I can't wait for you to see it in a few weeks when I start.” I almost crash the car with this piece of information. “What just happened?” I don’t answer through fear of shouting at her and telling her no. I need to remind myself that she’s her own person and a grown woman who can make her own decisions. “Tristan!” She shouts at me.
“Nothing. A dog ran out on the road.” I lie. “We’re nearly there.”
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�Okay.” She sighs. I think she can tell by the tone of my voice that I’m not happy with the bombshell she’s just dropped on me.
Driving up the driveway, our house comes into view. My grandfather had this piece of land. Dad inherited it when he passed but he had no use for it and Aiden didn’t want it; he said he isn’t in the same place for long enough to get the use out of it, so they said I should have it. I drew up plans and put our dream home into action.
Walking to the passenger side, I help Lillia out. “Are you ready?” I stand behind her with my hands on her shoulders, bending slightly to whisper in her ear. A shiver runs through her body with anticipation. I might need to introduce this blindfold in the bedroom. My dick hardens thinking about her in our new bedroom, blindfolded, ready and waiting for me to touch her. Taking off the blindfold, she squints, her eyes adjusting to the August sun.
“Oh my goodness.” Her hand flies to her mouth as she gasps. Turning her head, she looks up at me. “Did you..?” She points and looks back at the house again.
“I did. My grandfather owned this plot of land and I drew up plans and built us a house from scratch.”
“Wow. When you said we had a house but we had to wait until it was ready, I thought you meant you had bought an old house that needed some work, not a build from the ground house.” She looks at it, open-mouthed.
“Shall we go look around?” Taking her trembling hand in mine, I lead her up the marble steps to our front door that’s white with a silver knocker. Opening it, we’re greeted by dark hardwood flooring and white walls; a staircase to the right of us with a white open banister leads to the bedrooms upstairs. Walking through, Lillia stops at the wall, smiling from ear to ear.
“I always loved this painting.” She touches the canvas delicately. It’s a painting I did in high school of the moon and stars reflecting on a lake with a lily pad in the middle.
“That’s why I put it here.” I kiss the top of her head. “Come on. There’s more to see.” I beam, excited to see her reaction to everything. Lennon told me to record her reaction; I told him to forget it.
We’ve seen the kitchen, which she fell in love with. I tried to make it a replica of her parents’ kitchen because I know how much she loved to cook with her mom and dance with her dad around the floor. That earned me a long passionate kiss that had me wanting to throw her over the counter and fuck her. It’s been six weeks since I was inside her; I don’t think I’ll last much longer if she keeps kissing me like she has been. In every room, she kisses me longer and harder than the last. Walking into Jax’s room, she sighs with happiness. Paintings of cars, motorbikes, dinosaurs, and comic book characters line the walls.
“I didn’t want to buy a new crib because I know you love the one Lennon and Avery bought,” I say quietly, watching her look around the room.
“This is perfect, Tristan.” She looks at me with so much love that if I popped her, she might burst into a bunch of cartoon hearts and float around. She spots the pictures beside the nursing chair and walks towards them. “I remember this day. Dad took us to the beach. I was reading my book and you threw me over your shoulder and threw me in the water.” Aiden had taken a picture of us looking into each other’s eyes, her hair soaked and her black bikini like a second skin; she was beautiful. Placing it down, she looks at the picture of her mom and dad’s smiling faces.
“I want him to know his grandparents’ faces,” I whisper. I also have a picture of my dad and Sally beside the nursing chair.
“Thank you.” She places her parents’ picture down and walks towards me. “This is amazing, Tristan. It truly is. If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.” She places her head on my chest and her arms snake around my waist.
“There’s two more things I want to show you.” I peel her from me and we make our way to the master suite.
“Wow.”
Our room is huge. There’s a king sized bed in the middle of the room, facing out towards the water. The walls are white, with a few paintings I painted hanging up. One of them catches her eye. It’s a painting of her. She’s looking up at the stars, arms out, her feet in the ocean; she looks carefree.
“You drew this?” She looks over at me with tears in her eyes. I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was a day after burying her grandpa. She asked me to take her to the beach so she could be closer to him; he loved the sea and was a Navy SEAL for most of his youth until an injury made him withdraw. Lillia said he would take Lennon and her there and splash and play in the water for hours; they loved it.
Before I know it, she’s on me, kissing me like she needs it to keep her alive. Her hands find my hair, pulling me closer and kissing me hard. Reaching down, I grab her ass and lift her. Her legs clamp around my waist and I walk us to our bed. The red satin sheets feel like heaven beneath us. Running my hand up her legs and under her skirt, I feel the tops of her stockings.
“Fuck.” I groan against her mouth. Standing, I strip off my jacket and shirt, throwing it somewhere. Her eyes hone in on my chest. Sitting up straight, she runs her finger down it.
“When did you get this?” She looks up at me with curious green eyes then back to my left pectoral.
“Not long after you had Jax.” I place my hand over hers, stopping her hand moving.
“You got a lily tattoo and Jax’s name?” I nod. Tears well in her eyes. I kneel down in front of her. “I love you, Lilly. You and Jax are my life now. You’ll be in here,” I hold her hand over my heart, “forever.”
A tear drops down her chin and falls to her lap. We say nothing. I lean in and kiss her softly, slowly, until I can’t take it anymore. We rip each other’s clothes off. Well, I rip her clothes off her. Standing, I look down at her in nothing but her black lace top fishnet stockings and black lace panties. She looks so beautiful and she’s all mine.
She’s mine and I’m never letting her go.
Ever.
Grasping her right leg, I lift her foot to my lips and pepper kisses up the inside, stopping at the inside of her thigh. “Are you cleared to take this further?” I whisper against her skin and continue my torture. Not only her, but I’m torturing myself. She lets out a moan the closer I get to her sweet pussy that I’ve craved so much for the past six weeks. “Lilly, please tell me you’re clear,” I beg, grazing my teeth against the apex of her thigh.
“I’m cleared.” She breathes out. They are the only words I need to hear, and I take her panties in my teeth and rip them with all my might, tearing the delicate fabric from her body. Throwing them behind me, I run my tongue up the seam of her pussy. Her hands like magnets, she pulls my hair, lifting her hips, begging me for more.
My tongue flicks her swollen clit causing her to jump a little. I insert a finger inside her and start pumping her then add another finger, continuing my assault on her clit. I feel her starting to tighten around my fingers. I remove them, and Lillia gives me a look that would kill me if it could. I drop my slacks, freeing my rock hard junk, and climb on top of her, resting on my elbows. “I love you, you know that, right?” I run my nose down hers.
“I know that now.” She offers me a sad smile. I know she’s thinking about our past, but I don’t want her to think about that. I want her to think about our future together. I push into her and she gasps and holds onto my shoulders, digging her nails in. I start to move slowly, her hips meeting me in a perfect rhythm. I feel myself building to a climax; her muscles become tighter and I know she’s close too. “Tristan, pull out.” She pushes me a little. “Ah shit. Oh God.” She screams as she comes on my cock. “Pull out.” She gasps. I pull out and continue to jerk myself off and shoot my load all over her stomach.
Collapsing on top of her, smearing my cum all over our stomachs, I kiss her neck lazily. “I fucking missed you.”
“You only want me for my body.” She pouts prettily.
“Yup. Now get your sexy ass dressed. I have one last surprise for you.” I wink as I walk to the en-suite bathroom. After cleaning myself up, I walk bac
k through and see her wrapped up in the red satin sheet. I feel my dick getting hard again.
“Since all you want me for is my body, I thought, what’s the point in getting my clothes back on just to have them ripped off again?” She lets the red satin fall a little, showing off her long, toned legs.
Storming towards her, I rip the sheet from her and pin her between the mattress and my body. “You just had to poke the bear, huh?” I rub my member against her already wet pussy.
“I was hoping you would poke me, but whatever floats your boat.” She lifts her hips, trying to gain as much friction as she can. I lift an eyebrow at her, wondering where this attitude came from. “Well, are you going to fuck me or just stare at me?” She blushes, making it obvious that she’s just trying this talk for size.
“You want to be fucked?” I slam into her. “I’ll fuck you.” I move in her hard and fast until she falls over the edge again and again. I pull out again and empty my load for the second time all over her stomach.
“Holy shit!” She gasps for air to fill her lungs.
“Did I poke you enough?” I lay down beside her. She lets out a giggle and turns on her side, placing her head on my chest, her arm stretching across my stomach. Hugging her close, I breathe in her strawberry and vanilla scent.
“I think you poked me enough for the rest of the day at least.” I feel her smile against my chest.
“Come on, Goldilocks. Get dressed. I want to show you my last surprise.” I sit up, taking her with me.
“Are you, Daddy Bear, taking advantage of a lost and hungry girl?” She smirks, pulling on her skirt and zipping it up.
“Shh.” I place my finger over my lips. “Don’t tell Mommy Bear.” I wink, making her giggle again. I will never tire of hearing that sound.
Once we’re dressed, I take her by the hand and lead her up to the third floor. We stop in front of double doors, and I turn to look at her. I stare at her, memorizing every detail of her beautiful face.
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