“That better not be Santa,” she mumbles around my dick. Santa? As in Father Christmas?
“Who’s Santa? Apart from the obvious,” I ask.
“Never mind,” she mumbles once more.
The buzzer sounds again, and the look in her eyes asks me what she should do. Sitting and staring at her beautifully compromised face, there’s no question what I want. There’s no question what any man would want. Finish me off! Only the inhumane would leave a man on the brink of ejaculation.
She nods, appearing to nod more to herself than me, and then pumps me vigorously as she sucks with sheer intention. I climb with the building sensation in my dick once again, and this time spill over the edge and into her mouth.
Seconds later I am zipping myself back up as the buzzer rings for the third or fourth time, I’m not quite sure. I hand Alexis a tissue, pour her a glass of water and ask if she needs anything else.
“I’m fine. Go answer the door.”
I grab her and kiss her, caressing her beautiful face. “I fucking love you.”
“Yes, I know,” she smiles, as she gives me a quick peck on the lips and then takes a drink.
Jogging out of the kitchen and toward the entry door, I can’t help but grin a satisfied grin of a man well looked after.
* * *
“What took you so long?” Derek asks as I open the door to let him and Carly inside. They both stare at me for a couple of seconds as though they want an answer. Just as I’m about to reply with ‘None of your fucking business’, Derek slaps me the back. “On second thought, no need to enlighten me,” he says with a cocky grin on his face before walking past me.
“Hey, Bryce,” Carly says cheerfully, giving me one of her flirty hugs. I’ve come to the conclusion that Carly will always be quite willing to allow her hands to linger on my biceps just that little bit longer than necessary. But I must admit, her level of flirtation has significantly dropped since she hooked up with Derek. This being a good thing, not only for Derek, but also for my biceps.
“Where’s Lexi?”
“Kitchen.” I nod in the direction from where I just came...Literally.
“Speaking of kitchen, smells awesome as usual,” Derek says as he looks around the apartment. “Wow! This place looks different. Not so much the bachelor pad anymo—“
“You did!” Carly screeches from the kitchen, interrupting our conversation. “You little whore!”
I furrow my brow. The thought of Alexis being called a whore does not sit well with me at all, but for some reason, coming from Carly, I manage to let it go.
Derek just shakes his head and smiles. “That girl of mine’s mouth needs a filter...then again...” he ponders, “...I do love it dirty.”
“I don’t want to know about Carly’s dirty mouth,” I say with certitude, all the while thinking of Alexis’ sweet mouth and the sublime thing she just did with it.
“You just got your dick wet, didn’t you?” Derek pokes.
Ignoring the pervert’s question, I change the subject. “Want to see the new recording studio?”
Derek rubs his hands together greedily, dismissing my digression. “That’s what I thought. It doesn’t normally take that long for you to answer the door. Plus, you have that I-have-a-happy-cock look on your face.”
I continue to ignore him as we make our way to the recording studio, his reaction to my newly refurbished room soon to be my retribution for his perverted probing.
Opening the door, I wait for it with keen anticipation.
“What the fuck? Dude, this isn’t playschool,” he says with a crooked grin on his face and his hands resting on top of his head.
I knew the boys would find the new addition of soft teddies and toy trucks amusing, so I inwardly chuckle to myself. “No, but when the baby is born, he’ll need some toys to play with.”
I walk over to the computer equipment and switch it on.
“Doesn’t he have his own toy room? I mean, other than in our recording space?”
“Of course he does, but I want to spend as much time as I can with him after he’s born. They grow so quickly, you know. Look at Alexander. He’s already one and a half.”
“I know how old Alexander is,” he grumbles while taking in the new surroundings.
“Look, if I can help it, I don’t want to miss a thing.”
“I get that. But I don’t know, man. Won’t it be too loud for him? Baby’s ears are kinda small.”
I laugh at the stupid fucker. “Of course they are small, and anyway, I’m one step ahead of you.” I make my way over to the wicker basket on the floor near the rug and pick up a pair of tiny, fluffy, ear muffs. “See? It’s covered.”
At that moment, Carly and Alexis walk in carrying a couple of beers and wine—Alexis drinking her non-alcoholic Rose wine.
“This is interesting,” Carly stutters as she takes in the toys.
“You can say that again,” Derek mutters then turns his back and starts typing on the keyboard.
Scanning the room and its surroundings, I feel proud and excited, knowing my son will—in matter of weeks—be sharing this space. It couldn’t be more perfect.
Alexis passes me my beer and stands beside me. “Yes, I know. I told Bryce that putting toys in here was going a little overboard, but he insisted.”
With my free hand, I slide it behind her back, stopping to rest just above her arse. As always, she snuggles into my side.
“Overboard?” Carly questions a little sarcastically. “There’s a freakin’ coloured ball pit over there. And is that Twister carpet?”
“Sure is. Alexis’ idea,” I say proudly before swigging my bear. “Isn’t it great? We have it in many of our family-friendly rooms over in the City Promenade building.”
Carly makes her way over to the colourful spotted carpet. “It’s awesome! I want some.”
“That can be arranged,” I inform.
“I reckon the school would benefit from some as well. Alexis, you could seriously be on to something here.”
I take another swig of my beer and gently caress Alexis’ lower back. “That’s what I told her.”
“What? No, it’s just a bit of fun.” She dismisses our praise, and takes a casual sip of her drink.
“Ah, Bryce, here it is.”
I reluctantly step away from her warmth and walk over to Derek to see what he has found. “Here’s what?”
“Backing music for ‘Birth’. Unless you want to hire a friggin’ orchestra and some Taiko drums.”
I raise my eyebrow at him.
“Well...shit, Bryce!” Derek shrugs. “I never know with you; I wouldn’t put it past you wanting to hire the bloody Melbourne Symphony Orchestra.”
“Good on ya, I’m not that bad. Backing music is fine. Although, I think Will may have a Taiko.”
“Sweet! And Luce can handle the electronics on the board. So it’s set then, we are opening with ‘Birth’.”
“What else are you gonna play?” Alexis asks.
I turn and watch her fiddling with some of the soft toys in the play area, her hand gently caressing a pale blue teddy bear’s head. She places it back in the wicker basket then finds my eyes when she realises I haven’t answered her question. We have a moment of unspoken words, something we do often, even more so lately than ever before. Right now I’m telling her that she looks so fucking beautiful pondering over our son’s pending entry into our lives. And her return stare tells me that she knows what I’m thinking and how I feel about her.
“You two make me gag sometimes,” Carly complains, breaking our silent moment.
“You’re just jealous,” Alexis retorts as she closes the gap between us.
“Am not,” Carly mumbles and turns her back to Derek, her face displaying a shade of crimson. Clearly she is.
Leaning against the pool table, I watch Alexis approach me and drape her arms over my shoulders. My hands automatically find her belly, and I rub the precious spot tenderly.
Ghosting my lips with h
er own, she asks the question again. “So, what else are you gonna play?”
“What do you want me to play?”
A very subtle moan sounds from the back of her throat at the same time she delicately licks her lips, obvious lustful desire rolling from her. I love the way my playing the guitar has such a positive effect on her, her reaction always such a turn-on. I must admit though, watching her play the guitar has the same lust-fuelled effect on me, too. Not to mention the reason why she learned to do so—it still blows me away.
I remember back to when she surprised me and played at one of our gigs while singing “The Only Exception”. I was completely stunned and in awe of her ability to have gained this new skill without me even knowing, together with how amazing she looked, performed, and sang. Back in that moment, no one but her existed up on that stage, her voice carrying a superb musical message which was for my ears only. It was something I would never ever forget, and her way of letting me know that no matter what we experienced together in life, we would always pull through.
Since that day, Alexis has been learning more of the basics and is a natural with a guitar, in fact, she is a natural musician. I’ve given her a few private lessons myself, but the both of us never really get far when I’m teaching, ending up on the floor in a sexually charged tangle of body and limbs. Unfortunately, I’m thinking that if she is serious in the learning the guitar properly, maybe it’s best Derek continues to teach her. After all, he has done a good job so far.
“I’d love to see you all do a Kings of Leon song,” Alexis purrs, bringing me back to now. She lowers her head and whispers into my ear, her warm breath tickling my lobe. “You know what their music does to me.”
And there it is, her ability to so easily drive me wild, my cock now wanting out of his pen and into hers. All it taking was the sound of her suggestive voice.
“Oh, yeah?” I swallow and grip her tight arse. “What did you have in mind?”
“The End,” she says with a salacious smile.
Derek interrupts our moment by singing the first line of the song while air-guitaring like a member of an eighties hair band. Not so surprisingly, the talented fucker actually nails the tone and lyrics of the song. Alexis smiles and turns her head toward him, at the same time baring her neck which is only centimetres from my mouth. The smooth soft skin before me begs to be stroked by my tongue, the fresh floral notes rolling off her, mesmerising me. I lean in and whisper into her ear. “Do you want me to play it now?”
She turns, her lips just touching mine. “You know it?”
“I do.”
“Then yes, Mr. Clark, play it for me.”
I push off from the pool table and bend down to kiss her stomach then head for my Gibson ES-137.
Slinging it over my shoulder, I hand Derek the bass and raise my eyebrow at him. “Lexi wants a quick demo.” I plug the amp in, tune it with a few strums and wait for Derek to count himself in.
As I play my first chord, I take in the sheer worship and adoration in the sparkle of Alexis’s eyes, and it’s one of the best fucking sights imaginable.
* * *
Later that night in bed, I gently caress her tired body.
“I shouldn’t have attempted to play Twister,” she groans.
“Not your brightest idea, my love,” I agree with a smile as I sit up on the bed. “Where are you sore?”
“My piglets are hurting, and my back needs to man-up,” she replies almost sulkily. Her gloomy pout is so damn cute.
“Here, let me show some love to those piggies.”
“No!” she snaps.
“Alexis, let me rub your bloody feet,” I state, my tone displaying that I’m not in the mood for her reservations of her feet being touched.
She growls then surrenders, placing them onto my lap. “Fine.”
Taking a hold of one foot, I lightly pinch her big toe with my fingers, giving it a gentle wiggle. “This little piggy went to maaarket...” I begin.
Knowing she will try to kick me, I quickly secure both her feet tightly, but not tight enough to cause any discomfort, the ankle she broke just over a year ago still gives her a little grief.
“You’re mean,” she pouts.
Chuckling, I place a soft kiss on the ankle in question and start to lightly massage the bottom of her foot. “So, I looked up some baby names—”
“Did you?” she smiles. “And...any you like?”
“Nothing that screams ‘my son’. Anyway, how can we name him without seeing him first? The name we pick may not suit him.”
“Pfft, I picked out Nate and Charli’s names when I was nine years old.”
I swap her feet, gently placing one down and picking up the other. “What?”
“Sure did. Jen and I were playing in our cubby house with our dolls. We got to talking about who we were going to marry when we grew up and how many kids we were going to have. That’s when I chose those names.”
“You didn’t change your mind at all?” I ask, both shocked and a little unconvinced.
Alexis yawns and closes her eyes. “Nope, I loved those names when I was young and I still love them to this day.”
“What if Rick hadn’t liked them?”
She shrugs her shoulders, eyes still closed. “It would’ve been stiff shit...a deal breaker,” she explains, the corners of her mouth lifting into a smug smile. “He liked them though, so it was easy, really.”
Lightly tickling the side of her arch, I watch her lay peacefully. “You are incredibly stubborn, you know.”
“I know someone who gives me a run for my money,” she murmurs.
“So, who did you decide you were going to marry when you grew up?” I ask, curious as to her childhood crush.
A sudden dread passes over me, fearing her answer to be Rick. I really don’t want to hear that.
“Tom Cruise,” she sighs then opens her eyes and props herself up on her elbows. “It was because I thought he was a fighter pilot in real life,” she says while waggling her eyebrows and grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
“He’s got nothing on me, Hunny.”
She laughs and drops her head back before bringing it upright again. “I know. He’s not even good enough to be your wingman. So, what names did you look up?”
I screw up my nose, still not overly happy with my results. “Boyd, it means blonde- haired. I figure BB will be blonde.” Fucking BB, she has brainwashed me, I swear.
“I think that’s safe to say,” she smiles. “What else?”
“Billy.”
“What does Billy mean?”
“I can’t remember.”
“So why did you choose it?”
“No reason.”
She narrows her eyes at me, and I can’t hide my sly grin.
“Bryce, you’re lying.”
“I am not.”
“Yes, you are. Why Billy?” Realisation spreads across her face “Oh...hang on a minute. No way. If you are suggesting Billy because of Billy Brownless, you can forget it. No way is my son going to be named after a Cats player. No way in hell. Pick another name.”
I laugh, she’s knows me too well. “You pick one then.”
“Fine. Brayden.”
I repeat the name in my head a few times. Brayden? Brayden? The more I say it, the more I like it.
“I was going with Bracken...” she continues, “...‘cause it has all our initials in it, like Bianca did. But I just don’t like the sound of Bracken as much as I like Brayden. Plus, Brayden means brave. Bracken means ‘Braccas’s Town’ and that’s just stupid.”
“Brayden...I like it. But I still think we need to see if it will suit him first.”
“Whatever,” she huffs happily, while laying back down and closing her eyes. “I’m telling you, it won’t matter. Babies don’t look like any name in particular when they are born. They grow into their names.”
I shake my head at her stubbornness once again. “How do the piglets feel now?”
“Better, thank you,” sh
e yawns again.
“What about a middle name?” I ask.
“I’ve already picked that one.”
“Is it a deal breaker?” I probe, playfulness in my voice. Nothing is a deal breaker for us where I am concerned.
“No. But I think you’ll approve. At least I hope you will.”
“Uh huh. Well...what is it?”
She opens one eye and screws up her face, reluctant to answer.
“Tell me. But before you do, if you say Hird or Lloyd or any other Bomber’s player’s name, we will have to wage a deal of the century.”
“Lauchie,” she says softly, her eyes searching mine for approval.
Lauchie...after my little brother. My heart hammers in my chest, and emotion fills my entire body. This woman never ceases to amaze me, just when I think I can’t possibly love her anymore, she does or says something else that has me worshiping her further.
I climb back under the covers and bring her close to me, kissing her lips passionately. “It’s perfect, my love. And so are you.”
CHAPTER SIX
I know I’ve said this before, but honestly, I just love watching Alexis sleep. To stare at her naked back while she dreams, taking in every tiny bit of the beauty she projects during her peaceful slumber. For the past three months though, she hasn’t been able to sleep on her tummy. Therefore, it hasn’t been the sight of her naked back that I have lovingly absorbed like usual. Instead, I have been privileged with the view of her angelic face and her perfectly rounded stomach—a stomach that makes my heart beat like fuck every time I see it.
I carefully shift in bed next to her as I make myself more comfortable, supporting my head on my hand and lightly trailing my finger around her protruding belly. My touch is deliberately feather soft, as I don’t want to chance waking her—she needs all the sleep she can get.
Last night was exhausting for her, especially after playfully jamming with me and Derek, followed by an awkward attempt at Twister carpet with Carly. If I wasn’t mistaken, my best friend—and shameless pervert—found their gently tangled position highly amusing, and not in the funny-ha-ha kind of way.
I have no doubt that last night’s antics together with Alexis having gone back to numerous piss-stops throughout the night, is a result of her now overt tiredness. Obviously, this is bad for her, but not so much for me. I can’t help find her frequent midnight toilet runs entertaining. I know that’s sounds horrible, but I can’t. The grumble of annoyance she makes as she awkwardly rolls and shuffles herself in the bed is fucking adorable. Not to mention her not so hushed cursing of her ‘pathetic, weak, and sad excuse for a bladder’—it gets me every time. She’s just so funny...and beautiful...and adorable...and fuck...I’m one lucky son of a bitch!
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