“Bryce, where’s Brayden? He better be with you,” Alexis calls out from downstairs. “And, he better be dressed. Everyone will be here soon.”
Turning toward the door and to the direction in which Alexis’ bellowing came from, I get a playful idea. “Can you hear Mummy? Should we hide from her? Yeah. Come on, little man, let’s play Hide-and-seek.”
I look around the room for a hiding place to initiate some secret daddy’s business. Then, walking quickly toward the curtains, I position us behind them, not doing a very good job of completely disguising our whereabouts.
“Bryce!” Alexis calls out again, this time sounding more agitated.
“Mummy is getting grumpy,” I tell Brayden.
“Mum, mum, mum,” he chants in response while poking me in the cheek. Brayden— just like his mother—loves my stubble. Charli...not so much.
Chuckling like a childish idiot, I kiss him on the head. “Shhh, you’ll give us away.”
“Bryce, where are yo—“ Alexis says with exasperation, stepping into the room and cutting her words short. I’m guessing her reason being due to spotting our not so inconspicuous hiding spot.
Brayden, hearing his mother’s voice, blurts out her name. “Mum.”
I shake my head, silently laughing to myself. What the fuck are you doing behind this curtain, you fool?
Using her mummy-baby voice, Alexis responds. “What was that? Did I just hear BB?”
Bloody BB, I hate that name.
“BB,” Brayden repeats, forcing a giggle from Alexis.
“I did hear BB! Where is he? Is he under his cot? Nooo. Is he in his toy box? Nooo.”
Hearing her voice get closer and closer with each word that she says, I along with Brayden now find myself getting excited with anticipation as to her discovering us. Seriously, how old am I?
“Where could he be? I know,” she taunts, the curtain now the only thing separating us from her. “Is he behind the curtain?” Alexis asks, as she gently pokes Brayden in the leg.
He squeals with excitement before she wrenches the curtain aside, revealing our secret daddy’s business.
“There you are!” she exclaims.
The look on her and Brayden’s face is priceless, their eyes glimmering at each other with elation, their beaming smiles stabbing my heart with a knife forged from love.
“Were you hiding from Mummy? Come here, cheeky boy.” She puts her arms out, and instantly, Brayden lunges toward them. “Your Daddy is naughty,” she says while giving me a sexy grin.
Naughty, is one description that fits my current state, another is turned-on and hard as a fucking rock.
Alexis turns away, and I watch with greedy eyes as she sets Brayden down on the floor with his toy cars. The tight fitting navy dress she has chosen to wear today hugs her body in all the right places, sculpting her arse with perfect precision as she bends over.
Swallowing dryly while blood flows from the head on my shoulders to the head on my dick, I adjust my now swelling cock from within my pants and map out in my head how I am going to relieve the aching throb underneath my hand.
Visuals of the many ways I can bury myself in between her legs start to filter into my head.
“Okay, Sweetheart, you play vroom-vroom while Mummy gets your clothes out,” Alexis says before making her way into Brayden’s closet.
Not wanting to waste this perfect opportunity to corner and seduce her, I immediately close and lock Brayden’s bedroom door, then follow her into the walk-in wardrobe. As I step into the door way, I find her stretching on her tippy toes, trying desperately to reach a box on a higher shelf. My initial instinct is to rake the length of her sexy body with my eyes, finding it almost impossible to look past her legs. When Alexis wears stockings, I know that at the tops of her thighs are thick bands of lace that I want nothing more than to remove with my teeth.
Fully aware of my now extensive erection, I step right up to her side, purposely pushing it into her hip as I slowly reach the box for her. The moment she registers my wanting hard-on, her eyes widen, and the corners of her mouth lift into a seductive smile.
Alexis’ smile is hypnotic...magnetic even, drawing me into a trance-like state. And not being able to look away from her captivating and now heavy lidded gaze, I reach blindly beside us and place the box down on the tallboy.
“We don’t have time,” she whispers unconvincingly as I get right up into her personal space, slowly stepping her backward until she is pressed up against the wall.
“We always have time,” I verify, closing the gap between our lips.
The warm wet taste of her tongue as she slides it against mine sets my body alight, waking up every nerve ending I possess. And with my patience to have her now at a bare minimum, I reach down and lift her right leg, gripping her thigh and holding it to my hip. My other hand finds her jaw and then trails down her throat until I stop it at the hollow of her neck.
“Mmmm,” I groan while pressing my cock against her, teasing her with my solid promise and making her eyelids flutter.
The top of her cleavage provokes my hand’s further descent, my fingers now enjoying their journey across the dips and mounds of her breasts, breasts that for the past three months I have had the pleasure to have my way with. Apparently, Alexis had no choice but to stop feeding Brayden due to something called mass-eye-tits...mass-tits...massive tits. Fuck! I don’t know what it was called, but it had something to do with her tits. Either way, she had to stop feeding, and I’m not going to lie—thank fuck that she did. My mouth was starting to get nipple-withdrawal.
Licking my lips to moistening them, I wrench down her dress and bra cup, freeing her breast and watching with delight as it bounces beautifully before settling into my hand. The feel of her soft plump flesh within my fingers, triggers my desperation to tease her hardened nipple with my thumb before bending down and taking it into my mouth.
Alexis’ reaction to having her breasts teased, licked, and sucked, is one of sheer fucking enjoyment to watch. Her chest always rises with her desperate intake of oxygen, all the while pushing her flesh further into my hand and mouth—I love it.
Relishing her perked, hardened nipple underneath my tongue, I tease and tantalise it, flicking the stiff peak with intensity before sucking and stretching it with my mouth.
“Oh, God!” she moans while clenching my hair and tugging it with ardour.
That moan, that God damn fucking moan.
Growling like the beast she brings out in me, I reach down, pull her underwear aside, and caress her moist skin with my fingertips. “Alexis, just so you know...” I breathe heavily into her ear. “You were made to be touched with my fingers, licked with my tongue, and fucked with my cock. Hunny, you were made for ME.”
Her head drops back with a light thump against the wall, exposing her delectable neck. “Yes,” she murmurs, her tone sexually intoxicated.
I growl once again before undoing my trousers and releasing my cock, positioning it at her entrance before ploughing the fuck into her. I’m needy, eager, and desperate for her feel, wanting nothing more than to have that privilege without another second wasted.
Now digging my fingertips into the skin of her thigh, and bracing my hand on the wall behind her head, I begin to pound into her.
“Fuck, Bryce,” she breathes out while lifting her head back up.
My eyes lock onto her hungry stare, a stare of raw unconcealed passion that blankets my soul and renders me slave to her every whim, need, and desire.
“Vroom, Bang!” Brayden playfully shouts, snapping me right the fuck out of pussyland and placing me directly into daddyland. I freeze solid, my cock stunned into immobility.
“Don’t you dare stop,” Alexis hisses.
“But Brayden sounds like he’s—“
“Bryce Edward Clark! You came in here, you stalked me like a friggin’ hungry lion, you and your dirty mouth had me all but coming onto your hand, and now you want to stop? Well, screw you! Either you start that cock of yo
urs back up again and make me sink my teeth into your shoulder, or get the fuck out while I finish myself off.”
What. The. Fuck?
I’m speechless, impressed, and completely turned on by her demanding fiery attitude. “You want my cock to start up again?” I tease with an eyebrow raised. My cock twitches, prompting her face to light up with her sexy gorgeous smile.
“Yes,” she demands and rocks her hips back and forth, sliding me in and out of her.
Once again, I feel that sensational build-up of pressure as I brace myself and drag my cock out of her, only to drive it back in, again and again until she is doing what she promised—biting my shoulder and muffling her cries of pleasure.
* * *
“Whose freakin’ idea was this?” Tash exclaims as she steps into the apartment. “I know it’s a first birthday party and all, but seriously...you have gone absolutely overkill with the damn balloons.”
I shrug my shoulders at her, as if to say I had absolutely no part in it when truth be told, I knew all along we were practically filling the joint with helium inflated, latex orbs.
Alexis had decided this was the perfect pay back for Tash’s antics a few weeks back when she had deliberately staged a fake security alert while Alexis took Brayden out shopping. Apparently Tash thought it would be hilarious to pretend Alexis was European Royalty, following her around the shopping precinct like a highly trained bodyguard, except she kept speaking a language that did not exist. Needless to say, Alexis ended up cutting her shopping trip short and has been patiently awaiting her moment of retribution.
“Overkill? Taaaash,” Alexis drawls. “Surely these few balloons are not going to hurt you,” she adds while picking one up.
“Alexis, whatever you are contemplating, don’t!” Tash warns, pointing her finger with a resolute stab. “I mean it, Missy, you come any closer with that balloon and I will lose my shit and haunt you in the afterlife.”
Alexis smiles a devilishly sweet retort and gestures toward the lounge area. “I don’t know what you are talking about. Please, come in and enjoy your afternoon,” she says as she gently serves the balloon in the air and whacks it with her hand—tennis style.
Tash flinches, glares at her, and hesitantly walks past, now in search of Brayden who is playing with his cousin Alexander on the rug.
I wrap my arm around Alexis’ shoulder. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
She tries to restrain her laugh. “You have no idea. And there’s plenty more where that came from.”
“Remind me never to cross you.”
“Don’t cross me. Or you’ll end up in the throes of passion with Krusty the Clown.”
“You’re evil at times, you know that?”
“Sucks to be you and have a phobia.”
“Well, everyone is scared of something, even you.”
Alexis bites the inside of her cheek only momentarily then lets go and answers flippantly. “Nope, not me.”
Leaning in, I whisper into her ear, “I don’t believe you, my love. So guess who is about to dust off his creepy research skills.”
She turns to face me and brushes her lips with mine. “Dust away, Mr. Clark. I know one thing for sure though...you don’t scare me.”
* * *
Before I met Alexis, I was never one to have many gatherings in my home. Sure, I’d invite the boys over for dinner and jam sessions. And Lucy and Nic were always welcome, no matter what day or time. But that was about it, my home was my private space, my sanctuary; kept out of the public eye.
Standing here today, beer in hand, and watching our friends and family enjoy each other’s company, I couldn’t be more comfortably happy. The seclusion I’d once given myself was now gone, never to return. I’d finally found my purpose in life...my purpose, not a charitable cause, or a brotherly responsibility. My purpose was Alexis and the family we have created; they were now my reason for existence.
“Bryce,” Nate’s voice sounds from beside me. “Mum said it’s time for a speech and to cut the cake.”
“Not a problem, buddy. Where’s your sister?”
“Playing Twister. Ha...that rhymes! My sister is playing Twister.”
I can’t help but to laugh at his wit, for a nine year old, the kid is quick. Shit! Did I just rhyme, too?
“Can you go tell Charli it’s time for cake? I just need to have a quick word with your Uncle Jake.”
Before I even have a second to process what I just said, Nate bursts into laughter. “Cake and Jake,” he cackles uncontrollably. “Good one!” Ah bloody hell!
I playfully turn him around and lightly shove him in the direction of Charlotte. “Go, you crazy kid!”
Shaking my newfound Dr Seuss skills out of my head, I find Jake by the pool with Graeme. “Got a minute?” I ask him. “Actually, you both could probably help me.”
“I don’t want her back,” Graeme announces. “She’s yours, you wanted her. You can’t give her back.”
“You’re a funny man, Graeme. But I wouldn’t give Alexis back for the world,” I honestly say.
“Good. As much as I love her, I’m too old for her drama-filled life.”
I give him a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. “Rest assured, I’m keeping her.”
“I always thought you were a crazy fucker,” Jake pipes in as he takes a swig of his beer. “From that very moment Lex and Jen told me you were flying around the farm in your helicopter, I thought you were cracked.”
I laugh at Jake’s stab and give him a very firm manly slap on the back, causing him to choke on some of his beer. “Thanks, Mate. So, I need to know what Alexis is afraid of. She tells me nothing, but that’s just bullshit.”
“Spiders,” they both say simultaneously.
Jake then chuckles. “Big, fat, furry, spiders...Huntsmen and Wolf Spiders to be exact.”
“You’d think she would be used to them after growing up on a farm,” Graeme adds while shaking his head in mild disappointment. “But I guarantee, if one just happened to be in her close proximity now, she’d scream the place down.”
“Spiders...really?” I ponder. “I thought she just didn’t like them.”
Jake slaps my back in return and steps away. “She doesn’t, she bloody hates them.”
I smile to myself and tip my beer to my lips, while eye-fucking Alexis with a scheming smirk.
“Whatever it is you are planning on doing, Bryce. Don’t!” Graeme warns, interrupting my train of thought. “I’m serious, I don’t want her back. And that look you have on your face, tells me that could quite possibly be an option.”
* * *
Gently tapping a spoon on the side of my glass, I indicate to the room that we want quiet and to make an announcement.
“Star!” Brayden squeals and claps himself while pointing to his big, yellow, smiley-faced, star birthday cake. He leans forward in order to grab it.
“No, not yet, Sweetheart. In a minute,” Alexis reassures him while securing him tightly to her hip.
“Just quickly, before Brayden loses patience and attempts to plough head first into his cake, we just want to say thanks for coming and celebrating this little man’s first birthday with us...” I am about to continue when I hear Charli behind me, making a racket. Turning around, I spot her dragging her Karaoke machine into position.
“Charlotte, what are you doing?” Alexis whispers.
“I want to sing Brayden a song.”
I subdue a smile with pursed lips and make eye contact with Alexis. She too hides her grin. “Oh...okay.” She turns back around and addresses the room. “Um...apparently Charli has a little something she wants to share.”
“I want to sing happy birthday to Brayden,” Charli announces just a bit too loudly into the microphone, sending a high pitched tone throughout the room. “He is the best brother, ever!” she continues while squinting her eyes and poking her tongue out at Nate.
Alexis slaps her hand to her forehead.
Brayden lunges for the cake again.
Nate smacks a balloon into Charlotte’s head.
Tash screeches and dodges its rebound.
Charlotte growls.
And...I just laugh.
* * *
After Charli performs her entertaining version of Happy Birthday, Alexis and I decide to inform every one of our decision to get married in six months.
“Oh, and one last minor detail,” I express playfully, receiving an elbow to the ribs from Alexis. “We have finally set a date for the wedding! Mark out February fourth on your calendars.”
“About time!” Tash calls out from her position at the bi-fold doors, the furthest spot from the balloons.
“There’s still time to change your mind, Bryce,” Jake calls out, Johanna snorting in response.
Rick and Claire step up to us, Claire smiling meekly while Rick embraces Alexis. Months ago, I would have wanted to punch the fucker for being this close to her.
“Congratulations! Sorry, but we really need to head off. RJ has his soccer semi-final later today,” Rick explains before they make an early departure.
Approximately one month ago, Rick informed Alexis that he and Claire were expecting a child. Alexis—not surprisingly—took the news really well, being genuinely happy for the two of them. Charlotte had refused—and still does to this day—to accept that her next sibling was going to be anything other than a girl. And Nate just carried on as if an extra baby in his life was nothing new. Seeing all three of them react with pleasant attitudes, I decided there and then to let go of my grudge and anger toward Rick. If Alexis was happy, then so was I.
Re-entering the lounge area after seeing Claire and Rick out, we are both smothered by Maryann with congratulatory hugs. “Wonderful. I can’t wait. We need to sit down and start planning—“
“Mum, back off. You know what happened last time you interfered with wedding plans,” Jen cautions.
“Yeah, well...your sister isn’t as nasty as you. She wouldn’t make me wear a stupid t-shirt to her hen’s night, would you, Alexis Darling?” Maryann says with gag-worthy sweetness.
Alexis rolls her eyes at her mother’s attempt at buttering her up. “Actually, I’m not having a hen’s night.”
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