“It’s okay, Mom. Work comes first. We have a lifetime of doing this.”
“Thank you for understanding. We’ll get together this weekend. We’ll have a huge cookout before the weather gets too cold.”
“Sounds good, Mom.”
“Okay, let me go. Here’s her diaper bag. Give me kisses, Laylabug.” Layla smacked her face onto my mom’s as I kissed hers as well.
Layla and I stood at the door, watching as my mom took off, and once she was out of sight we walked back in.
“Oh, I missed you, sweet girl.” I kissed her face again.
Mrs. Phillips came into the foyer and got all giddy the instant she saw Layla. She hugged and kissed her and then handed her one of the little homemade biscuits she had. I thanked her before we headed upstairs to see Nicholas. When I opened the door, Layla saw her daddy lying face down on the bed. She called out “da” but he didn’t stir.
I walked over, taking the little biscuit from her hand, and placing Layla on the bed. She took off crawling toward Nicholas, climbing up and playing with her hands on his back.
“Da,” she said, but again, he didn’t move.
She went so far as to lie down next to him and started to ramble baby talk and laughing. Eventually the little girl giggles got to him. He yawned and stretched before realizing the bed was filled with his baby girl.
“Sweet girl,” he said in a sleepy voice.
“Da,” she said, trying hard to roll over, but she was like a turtle stuck on its back.
Nicholas helped her up and hugged her to him.
“What time is it?”
“About eleven-thirty.”
“Shit, I didn’t mean to sleep so long.”
“It’s okay, you obviously needed it. Seems like you had quite a night after I went to bed.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me. Enough about that. Come up here and cuddle with us.”
I climbed into bed and snuggled into Nicholas and Layla. She decided we needed to be laid upon, so she moved herself over and across the both of us all the while saying, “Ma” and “Da.”
“You know, I could spend the rest of my life just like this. Surrounded by my two girls every single day. It can’t get any better than this.”
Leaning into him, I placed a kiss on his lips before a hand and a face interrupted us.
“I guess she doesn’t want me kissing her daddy.”
“Guess not, huh, baby girl?” He made sure to kiss her and she cuddled into him to have his full, undivided attention.
“She’s definitely a daddy’s girl.”
“Yup, my girl.” He laughed, hugging her again.
“I’m going downstairs and ask Mrs. Phillips to make you something to eat. While I’m gone you’re going to take a shower and then eat something. Then we’re going to spend the afternoon playing with Layla. Later, when she goes down for her nap, I’ll be able to show you how much I appreciated last night,” I said with a wink.
“You think you can stay awake long enough?” He chuckled before sitting up with Layla, handing her over to me. I gave her the biscuit I had taken from her earlier.
“Oh, I plan on staying awake and doing things to you with my tongue that will have you calling for God Himself.”
I smiled. Nicholas’ face was hanging open—he was shocked that I’d said what I did. I chuckled as I gathered Layla up and headed downstairs to get his food started. I had just hit the bottom step when Luke opened the door.
“Hey Luke, good morning.”
“Good morning to you too, Christianna,” he said, walking over to us. “Hi Layla,” he said in a soft voice, pinching her cheek. “Nico up?”
“Yeah, he’s upstairs taking a shower. I was just about to ask Mrs. Phillips to make him some food. Are you hungry?” As soon as I got the question out, his stomach rumbled. “You don’t have to say a word, I’ll take care of it.”
“Thanks.”
We walked together into the kitchen, where Mrs. Phillips was hard at work cooking something full of tomatoes and garlic; it made me hungry again.
“Something smells good.”
“I’m making my sauce for lasagna tonight.”
“Sounds good, I can’t wait. Do you have anything for two hungry boys?” I nodded my head in Luke’s direction.
“I sure do, I’ll whip them up some Panini sandwiches in a few minutes. Is Nicholas coming down?”
“Yeah, he’ll be down after his shower.”
“Okay, and I’ll bring in some food for Layla too. I pureed some chicken and potatoes earlier this morning.”
“That sounds good, she always likes to eat with Nicholas. Thank you.”
I went into the dining room, followed by Luke. I put Layla in her high chair while we waited for the food to be done. Luke was making faces at her and all you could hear was Layla laughing. When she heard the subtle stomps coming down the stairs, she looked up just in time to see her daddy walking through the foyer.
“Now what is this thing you want to do with your tongue?” he asked. I gasped and Luke started to snicker, which caused Layla to laugh out.
Nicholas stepped into the dining room and saw me, wide eyed and embarrassed. He looked to see why. Luke was sitting next to our daughter with a big huge smile on his face. I wanted a hole to swallow me up.
Nicholas looked from Luke to me, and then to his daughter. All the embarrassment he had a second ago flew out of the window as he went over to Layla and kissed her. She seemed to do a little baby cheer, then called out “da” before babbling about whatever it was in her little baby mind.
“Why are you all sitting around the table?”
“Mrs. Phillips is making us lunch,” Luke responded first.
“Perfect timing,” he said, winking at me and Luke gagged, jerk.
***
Nicholas
I was surprised when I walked downstairs, hoping to see both of my girls, maybe get a few minutes alone with Christianna if possible. I wanted to pick up where we left off, that was until I saw Luke sitting there. I held my tongue and went back to what I was doing.
The smells coming from the kitchen reminded me how hungry I was. I was glad it didn’t take long for the food to come to the table. I watched as Mrs. Phillips handed a small plate with some pureed food on it to Christianna before handing me two plates with two big sandwiches on them.
“Where’s your food, sweetheart?”
“Pfft,” she scoffed. “I, unlike some people I know…” She eyed me quickly. “Was awake and had breakfast this morning. I’m still full.”
I gave her a great big smile. “Next time, wake me up and we can have breakfast together.” I winked and wiggled my eyebrow. Hopefully she got my double entendre, she didn’t know how badly I wanted to have her for breakfast. My dick knew. My dick knew how hard it was for her and how difficult it was for me to not rub one out in the shower.
I couldn’t.
I wouldn’t.
I was determined that if I came it would be buried deep within her. I knew I sounded like a fucking girl, but damn my dick never knew paradise until it slipped deep inside of her.
Yeah, I was beginning to act like a pussy.
Digging into my sandwiches, I kept my eyes on my girls. Layla would take a few bites and then turn to watch me eating. She’d laugh and then take more of her food. This repeated for about ten minutes before she started to nod off, I guess she was tired and ready for her nap.
As if she had a sixth sense, Mrs. Phillips came into the dining room with a washcloth and a bottle. Christianna thanked her and set about cleaning her up. My little princess was passed out by the time she was removed from her high chair. Christianna held her in her arms, grabbing the bottle before walking over to me. I wiped my face and hands off on my napkin before leaning in and giving her a kiss.
“I’ll be upstairs,” she whispered before she left the room.
Luke and I finished up our lunch before retreating to my office. We met up with a couple other guys as we went over the new
information that my investigator Jeremy had found.
“Nico, they haven’t left the country. I’ve had my people on both sides looking to see if they were holed up in their normal spots too. I’ve got a couple of people inside at the local airports and have had them running their names, they’ve even had their facial recognition program scanning faces from the past week—and nothing. They’ve got to be in the country,” Jeremy said.
“Could they have taken a boat? That would be the only method of transport to get overseas if they didn’t use a plane,” Bobby questioned.
“All boats have been checked. No one matching their descriptions or with their names or aliases have left via boat,” Jeremy countered. I knew he was frustrated trying to find three needles in a haystack.
“Thanks, Jeremy, let me know if you find out anything else,” I said.
“Will do, Nico, later.”
Hitting the end button, I placed my face in my hands and shook my head.
“How can people who are broke pay off their debts and then skip town without a trace? This level of weakness by Anderson should have his guys quaking and someone ready to take over,” I said out loud to myself.
“Unless his men don’t know and he’s using other monies to remedy his fuck-ups,” Luke responded.
Dropping my hands from my face, I turned to Bobby, who was sitting on my couch looking despondent.
“Have we spoken to anyone from Anderson’s family? Does Chucky Marsh know what’s going on?” Bobby flinched, and when he turned to me, his eyes were wide.
“I don’t think Marsh knows, I tried calling…” He trailed off.
“Enough!” I yelled before picking up the phone and dialing Chucky.
The phone rang three times before it was finally picked up.
“Nico, my boy, how are you?”
“Not good, Chucky, I’ve got issues that I don’t think you’re aware of.”
“Well, son, I’m sitting down. Lay it on me.”
I went into the whole story of Anderson, I then told him about Christianna and who she was. Having known my father and the others, he knew Christianna’s dad and he was livid. He was livid because there were innocents involved and you didn’t do that, especially when a child was present. When he said he’d put his ear to the ground and would find Anderson, I believed him. I knew he believed in family, and my family and his were on good, solid terms.
Plus, finding Anderson would benefit him just as it would me. I wanted my family safe and Chucky was the next in line to take over.
When I told the guys what was going on, what Chucky had told me, they all felt better about the situation—all except Bobby. He was acting fidgety and agitated about something I couldn’t quite put my finger on yet. I just passed it off as the situation. They’d never had anything to do with my relationships or the family issues other than keeping things straight, so this was all new for them.
Luke’s phone rang and he stepped to the side to take the call. I watched Bobby’s eyes shift and then shift to the floor. I needed to see what the problem was.
“Bobby, are you okay?”
Nervously, Bobby nodded. “Yeah, Nico, I’m okay. I’ve just had a headache, maybe coming down with something.”
“Make sure you take care of yourself first, okay? No matter what, I need all of you in top form in case something goes down.”
“Thanks, Nico, I will.”
Luke had stepped back up to the group with a semi-smile on his face.
“We’ve got a meeting tomorrow, eleven a.m. Your dad called this.”
“Yeah?”
Luke nodded. “It’s huge.”
“Finally, some action,” one of the others exclaimed.
We’d made plans to meet here tomorrow morning at ten and then head out as a group. I said goodbye to everyone and Luke said he’d be back with Alex for dinner. Knowing the sisters hadn’t spent much time together since everything went down, this would bring a smile to my girl’s face. I went upstairs to see what my girls were into. I stopped at the top of the stairs. Christianna’s offices were to the right, the door was cracked open. I looked in but she wasn’t around.
I went in to check on Layla, hoping that Christianna was there with our sweet daughter. The room had been changed and the room that had previously been Christianna’s was now Layla’s room, and the room she had prior was now a play room of sorts. I looked in and saw that she wasn’t in this room, either.
Leaning down, I kissed a sleeping Layla’s forehead before leaving the room, deciding that I’d check my bedroom, well, our room, for Christianna. I was surprised when I opened the door and she was standing at the end of the bed folding clothes.
I watched her for a minute before stepping inside. As if sensing a presence, she turned and looked over her shoulder, giving me a sweet smile.
“I was looking for you.”
“Oh yeah?” she responded, folding the last garment and placing it in the basket.
“Yeah,” I drawled out.
“Everything okay?” she questioned, turning in my direction before stepping toward me.
“Fine, sweetheart, everything is fine. Especially you. You’re looking beautiful today.”
Watching her face scrunch up was amusing, I couldn’t wait to see what happens next.
“Thank you?” she answered hesitantly.
Stepping closer, I could hear her breath hitch a little bit, as if she was anticipating what was going to happen next. Then again, maybe after last night I had left her wanton.
She looked up at me with those deep blue eyes. I studied her face. She was perfect, exquisite. Even with the little flaws she mentioned in passing made her even more beautiful than I could imagine. I’d been with women, but none of them had been as genuinely beautiful as the woman who stood before me.
Her lips were pouty and slick after the tip of her pink tongue darted out to wet them. She knew it was something that drove me crazy. I loved this about her, even though she spoke of herself as a novice when it came to the real thing. I knew that the imagination she had for all things erotic and sexual knew no bounds. I was ready to take her on a trip and relive some of the more famous scenes that she’d told me she’s written about.
Dipping my head down to hers, I ran my tongue over that bottom lip and she shuddered.
“Cold, my love?” I questioned, knowing the answer but I loved the game.
She couldn’t respond, she just shook her head. Her lips kept opening slightly in anticipation of what was to come but she didn’t know what was coming next; hell I didn’t know what was coming next. I was making this up as I went along.
Letting my mouth linger inches away from hers, she leaned in and kissed me. Her tongue explored my mouth. She threw her arms around me, holding me tight, clutching me to her body. I was trying to hold it together, I was slowly losing my grip. Before I knew what was going on, I was being pushed backwards, the back of my knees hit the bedroom bench that ran the length of the foot of the bed.
Long since forgotten, Christianna kicked the basket of clothes to the floor with a thud. She pushed me down. As soon as my ass hit the plush of the seat she was climbing on top of me. Not that I minded, but this was different for her. She never took charge like this and I really liked it.
Her kisses were consuming. I tried desperately to keep up with her. She ground her pussy down on my cock, moaning with every pass. I wanted her to take from me, to take whatever she wanted from my body.
Pulling away from me, she arched her back with her breasts right in my face. Pivoting her hips, she ground harder and harder down on me, I was about to lose myself just watching her.
Her moans were getting louder, her movements faster, and then she let out a giggle. Sitting stock straight in my lap, she breathed a breathy moan before a smirk graced her lips.
“Sorry, I got carried away.”
“Please, by all means. Use me, get carried away.”
“Oh, you like that, do you?” Her arms wrapped around my shoulders.
“Sweetheart, do you feel that?” I asked, holding her hips and thrusting myself against her warm center. Her moan went straight through my dick to my balls, alerting me to the fact I needed to come badly.
My body moved on autopilot, she was too caught up in the euphoric nature of our act to form a coherent thought. I made the decision to keep going from here. I lifted her shirt, the sensation caused her arms to go up with the material. Greeting me was a baby pink bra, it looked so perfect against the creamy color of her skin. Pulling it all the way off, I tossed it God knows where and didn’t give a fuck where it landed.
Popping it open, she came into view, the full breasts with the rosy nipples just begging to be sucked. Palming them both, it seemed my touch caused her grinding to pause. Leaning back with her hands on my knees, the groan she gave me let me know I was going in the right direction.
Her breathing was beginning to resound in the bedroom, as if she was desperate for more. Moving forward, I leaned in, darting my tongue over the pink tips, then pulling them gently between my teeth and sucking them into my mouth.
I could smell the heady aroma coming from her. I needed to bury my cock deep inside that wetness and stay there for all eternity.
“Nico,” she cried out. My name left her lips, causing me to suck harder. “Nico, stop playing around. I need you to fuck me, now!” She breathed as she clutched at my shirt, trying to pull it off, so I helped her.
I couldn’t wait anymore. I didn’t even move her two feet behind us to the bed. I laid her straight onto the floor. I made short work of her pants, tugging them open. I think I may have ripped them a bit, but I didn’t care. My mouth went down on hers as I one-handedly began to tug her pants down her beautiful legs. I couldn’t wait until they were wrapped around my hips. When the pants got held up on her ankles I pulled back, looking down at my beautiful woman lying half naked, writhing on the floor waiting for me to fuck her senseless.
Working the ends of the pants off her ankles, I looked up and noticed her matching pink panties were soaked. Her arousal was evident, I could smell it. As I tossed the pants to the side, I leaned back into the lace of those pink torments, licking the outside of that silky covering, tasting her, teasing her. I could feel her clit was swollen when I pushed my tongue against the wanting nub.
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