Double Daddy Trouble: A Groomsman Menage

by Violet Paige

  She bit her lower lip, and I smiled in satisfaction. She didn’t want what we shared to end anymore then I did.

  I slid out of bed not waiting for a response. I promptly threw her over my shoulder and smacked her naked ass. She squirmed and squealed but didn’t really put up a fight.

  I set her down in the bathroom as I turned on the shower. She hugged her arms around me, and I kissed her hands on my chest as we waited for the water to warm.

  It didn’t take long for the whole bathroom to steam up and we stepped inside together. Without a word I grabbed the loofa and filled it with a silky lather. Julie let me rub it up and down her body.

  Finally, after she was covered in a soft froth, I dropped the loofa and caressed her body with my hands instead. She leaned against the tile wall and closed her eyes in satisfaction as I massaged and cupped her breasts.

  She reached down and took my shaft between her two soaped up hands. I continued my mensuration on her body as she stroked me up and down. Her hands were so soft and slick against my erection I could feel myself already swelling to burst.

  I pulled her into the stream of the water with me, pressing her hard against my body. I wanted to slip inside her again. Instead of letting me, she pushed back on my chest.

  I looked down at her through my dripping hair wondering why she stopped me. She had a wicked smile on her lips. She pushed away from me just enough to come before me on her knees.

  Julie took the length of my shaft in her mouth in one fluid motion. I signed her name. Her mouth was so warm and wet.

  She teased the tip of my shaft with her tongue licking up the small bead of cum already dripping out. I dug my hands into her wet locks urging her to take all of me again.

  She did so, wrapping her hands around my ass and digging her nails deep into my flesh. I rocked hard against her mouth as she opened her throat and took me all the way to the hilt.

  Each time she would scrape her teeth along my shaft and then plunge it deep into her mouth again.

  “Fuck, Jules!” I moaned. “Baby I’m going to cum,” I told her.

  I pushed away from her wanting to cum inside her hot folds instead. Her grip tighter on my ass however and she took my shaft deep into her throat. I reached forward and steadied myself against the tile wall as I pulsed my warm juice into her mouth.

  Julie waited till I was done and then swallowed it down. Looking down at her hungry eyes made me want to lock her in my room and fuck her till she begged me to stop.

  She stood up, and I tilted her head to take her mouth with mine. I could still taste my salty flavor on her tongue. It made me want her even more.

  “I should probably go,” she said reaching behind me and turning the water off.

  She gave me a wicked grin and gave a soft tug on my beard.

  “I think I’ve decided that I do like this,” she said before turning to slip out of the shower.

  Twenty minutes later she was dressed in my old Navy sweatpants and PT shirt. She leaned over my car to give me a final kiss before slipping out and up to her own apartment.

  I tilted her chin to stop her before our lips met. She looked at me surprised.

  “Can I come by tonight?” I asked.

  She smiled and gave me a quick peck and ducking out of the car.

  She leaned over the open door, “You should probably pack a bag then.”

  With that, she shut the door, and I enjoyed the view of her walking away in my clothes.

  Thirteen

  I did my best to tiptoe up the stairs as gingerly as possible. I carried my heels in one hand and my gold dress in the other.

  I did my best to slowly unlock the door hoping it wouldn’t wake anyone up. Tiptoeing, I turned and shut the door.

  “Well good morning sunshine,” Savannah’s voice called from the kitchen.

  I huffed in defeat. All that attempt at being stealthy and I was still caught red-handed in my walk of shame.

  “Coffee?” she asked holding a mug out my way. “I just made it.”

  “Yes please,” I said setting my skirt and shoes on the floor.

  We both came to sat at the small table and sipped our own cups for a few minutes.

  “Everything good with Em last night?” I finally asked hoping to avoid the third degree.

  “She was an angel like always. She went to bed kind of early though. Still had that cough.”

  “I probably should go check on her,” I said starting to get up.

  “Wo, wo wo, wait a minute. You're not going anywhere until you tell me every detail from last night.”

  “Every detail?” I said with a raised brow.

  “Oh, yeah. Every single dirty one.”

  “You perv,” I teased back at her.

  “Hey when you don’t get any action, you’ll take what ever you can get. That includes living vicariously through your best friend.”

  If she thought throwing out the best friend fact was going to make me tell her how Hawk had fucked my brains out and then did it again, she had another thing coming.

  “I’m still not gonna tell you,” I said.

  “Fine,” Savannah said with a roll of her blue eyes. She pushed her long straight blonde hair back from her shoulders in an irritated gesture. “But you did at least, you know.”

  “I did stay the night didn’t I?”

  “And came home in clothes that don’t belong to you,” she added with a tip of her cup before taking a drink.

  “So you think things might start to be coming back between you two?”

  “Well, there was defiantly one thing that came back pretty easily between us.”

  “Like riding a bike,” Savannah said with a wink.

  “Yeah, something like that. It was nice to talk with Hawk too.”

  “Talk about what?” Savannah asked knowing that, as the best friend, she was defiantly entitled to these details.

  I told her all that we talked about over dinner and most of what he said me back at his place. I kept the story about his injury vague, however. I could tell from the way he told me last night, that it was still something very personal and hard for him to talk about.

  “Wow,” Savannah said when I was done. She looked at me over her now empty mug deciding if she wanted to ask what was on her mind. “Do you think you will tell Em now?”

  I gave a long sigh.

  “Yeah, I mean, I think so. I don’t know. Things are happening really fast. I just need a second to process it all before I do something as irreversible as that.”

  “I know you still love him,” Savannah said. “You never stopped. You may have had your heart broken, but it has always belonged to Hawk. I get being scared, but you have to admit to yourself that you still love him. And that, no matter what he did in the past, he deserves to be Emma’s father now.”

  I thought about Savannah’s words as I hugged her and sent her out the door and back to her own place. I was grateful to have such a good friend like her. Not only Savannah always there for me when I needed her, but she also never shied away from telling me the truth. Even if I didn’t want to hear it.

  She was right. I did love Hawk. Really, I always had. Even when he left. My hurt never took away how much I loved and needed him. I knew deep in my heart that there would never be another for me.

  It was a terrifying realization to come to. It meant fully opening myself up again and risking being hurt a second time. I had to put my trust in Hawks words though. I knew he was sincere in wanting to always be there for Em. I had to trust his words that he would always be here for me too.

  I heard some restless coughing from down the hall and figured that Emma must be waking up. My mind turned to her as I turned to the sound of her little feet coming down the hall.

  She was coughing pretty bad, and her eyes looked sunken like she hadn’t slept at all. I immediately came to her side.

  Her whole body was burning up with fever. Even worse she looked almost lethargic and seemed to struggle to breathe.

  “Emm
a, honey?”

  She looked up at me, “Mommy, I don’t feel good,” is all she said.

  I picked her up and carried her over to the couch. My heart was pumping, and I was filling with fear.

  I grabbed my cell out of my purse still in a pile with my dress and shoes and called Hawk.

  “Miss me already,” his voice said from the other end of the line.

  “Hawk, its Emma,” was all I could say.

  I was struggling to keep my emotions in check. I didn’t want to scare her. At the same time, I was afraid myself.

  “What’s wrong?” Hawk demanded suddenly alert and severe.

  “She has this horrible cough that kept getting worse, and her fever is back like crazy high. It’s almost like she is wheezing when she breathes.”

  “I’m coming right now,” I heard him say as a door shut in the background. “Put a cold washcloth on her head and if you got a humidifier get that going.”

  I sat by Em’s side, my cold cloth to the back of her neck while she leaned over the little room oil diffuser. It was the closest thing I had to a humidifier.

  Hawk didn’t even knock, but instead just burst through the door. He was still wearing the shorts and t-shirt he had dropped me off in and in his hand was a medical bag.

  He walked over to the couch without a word and opened up the bag. In an instant, I felt all my fears rush away. Hawk was here now, and he would make sure that Emma was okay.

  Fourteen

  The ten minutes it took me to get from townhouse to Julie’s apartment took way too long. I was doing my best to keep my cool for both my girl's sake, but on the inside, I was panicking.

  It only took one look at Emma to know that Julie’s concerns were serious. She was much paler than the last time I saw her, and it was easy to see that she was wheezing with each breath she took.

  “Hey, Emma,” I said as I knelt down at the side of the couch where she lay. “I’m going to listen to your lungs, okay honey?”

  I pulled out my stethoscope and gave a listen. It only verified what I suspected. The severe cold had caused a build up in her lungs. I finished my exam and took her temperature. My brow creased with worry when I read the reading, 104.3.

  I told myself that most cases of pneumonia were not life-threatening. My logical brain even reminded me that Emma’s case was probably caught as early as possible.

  The irrational part of my mind, however, was screaming that my baby girl was sick and in need of treatment. It took all my strength to push the irrational aside and keep a level head for them both.

  “Jules, why don’t you go get change. I’ll stay with Emma.”

  “What’s wrong?” Julie asked in a panicked voice.

  “Everything will be fine. It sounds like Emma’s cold has traveled down to her lungs.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Pneumonia most likely. It’s not serious though,” I said resting my hand on her arm. “You caught it very early. The high fever tells me she may be very dehydrated. We need to get her to the hospital so that we can get some fluid in her.”

  “Okay,” Julie said looking back at our little girl. The fear was etched all over her face.

  “It’s going to be okay, Jules,” I did my best to reassure her. “Go get changed, and I’ll drive you both to the hospital. I’ll make sure she is seen right away.”

  Julie nodded and disappeared down the hall. I turned back to Emma who was looking up at me lethargically.

  “We are going to go for a ride to the hospital, okay?” I said down to her as I wiped a stray lock off her face. “Do you want to pick a toy to bring with you?”

  I didn’t have a ton of experience treating kids, but I did know that a little thing like a favorite toy might make the whole ordeal a little less scary.

  Emma lifted up her hand with her pink bear in it.

  “Mrs. Bear,” she said softly.

  “Is that her name?”

  Emma nodded slowly.

  Julie came back out into the living room. She was wearing another pair of leggings a t-shirt, and her hair was thrown up in a messy bun.

  “Is it okay if I carry you?” I asked Emma.

  My arms itched to pick her up and hold her to me as if that would keep her safe and healthy. I realized that to her, however, I was just a doctor that she had seen a few times.

  Even with our little interaction she still reached her hands out to me. I scooped her little body up into my arms and carried her out the door with Julie on my heels.

  “Take my car,” Julie said pointing to a little SUV in the parking lot. “It has her car seat in it.”

  I set Emma in her set and stepped back to let Julie buckle her in. Julie passed me the keys and moved around to sit next to Emma in the back seat. I could see she was still beside herself.

  The sooner I got Emma to the hospital the better. We speed along the streets and freeways in silence. Only the sound of Emma’s occasional cough penetrated my concentration on the road. With every cough, I looked back in the rearview mirror and then increased my speed.

  I knew it was illogical of me, but I didn’t care. Emma was my little girl, and I was going to do everything in my power to get her what she needed as soon as I could.

  An hour later, I walked into Emma’s hospital room. She had been admitted immediately and given an IV. After a round medication on the nebulizer, she already was breathing with more ease.

  I watched Emma’s angelic face as she dozed in her hospital bed. I came to sit by Julie who was leaning forward to hold Emma’s hand in her own.

  I rubbed my hand up and down her back trying to ease her worry.

  “I should have been home last night,” Julie said softly.

  She slowly let go of Emma’s hand and leaned back in her chair next to me.

  “If I had been home last night, maybe I could have done something.”

  “Hey,” I said leaning her into my arms. I kissed her softly on the head. “I promise you; you did nothing wrong. Even if you were home last night, I doubt you would have caught it any sooner. We got her here while it was all still very new in her system. She is going to bounce back quickly.”

  “I just can’t leave her anymore,” Julie said looking up at me.

  “And you don’t have to. Okay?” I assured her.

  She nodded and leaned into me.

  “Once she gets a good amount of fluids in her, she’ll be able to leave by the end of the day. I can take you both home.”

  “And stay with us,” Julie said with her head pressed against my shoulder.

  She looked up at me then. I searched her eyes for her meaning.

  “As long as you want me to,” I answered.

  I slipped down to the hospital cafeteria to get us both something to eat. Julie was still a little anxious and didn’t feel comfortable leaving Emma, even if she was still asleep.

  I scanned the line of the usual hospital food. It didn’t matter if it was in the middle east or hear in my hometown, hospital food sucked.

  My eyes fell on a case full of sweet treats, and I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed one to give to Emma when she woke up.

  I came back upstairs and to Emma’s room to find both girls awake and sitting in the hospital bed.

  Emma already looked better. Her nap, as well as the added liquids, brought color back to her face. I couldn’t help but match the smile she gave me when I walked into the room.

  “You look like you are feeling better,” I said as I strolled into the room. “You're in luck too, because I found the perfect treat for you. Don’t tell your mom," I added in a whisper with a wink.

  I pulled out of the bag a chocolate cupcake with pink frosting and a bright red cherry on top.

  “Just in case your wondering, it’s called a cherry coke cupcake. That means not only is it a cake, but a cake filled with soda.”

  I looked over at Julie who had a brow raised at me and one arm already on her hip and ready to scold.

  “I don’t think sweets is a v
ery good idea right now,” Julie said. “It can't be good for you when you are sick.”

  “Are you kidding me. It’s the best thing for you,” I said more to Emma. “Trust me, I know. I’m a doctor,” I added with a wink.

  I ignored Julie's scoff.

  I placed the cupcake on the small table and wheeled it in front of Emma. She hesitated a moment and looked at me. She looked at her mom, and I saw some unspoken words pass between them.

  Turning back to me she said, “Mommy says you're my Daddy. Is that true?”

  I looked over at Julie surprised by the words. Julie gave me a nod of encouragement.

  I looked down at Emma. I struggled to keep my emotions in check.

  “I am your Daddy. I know I haven’t been around up until now. I was hoping that could change. Would you be okay with that?”

  She took the cherry off the cupcake and popped it into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed as she seemed to think this over.

  “Does that mean you will bring more cupcakes and doughnuts with you?”

  I leaned down to my little girl and nudged her forehead with mine.

  “You bet.”

  I heard Julie tisk on the other side.

  Fifteen

  I turned to the sound of Emma sneezing.

  “You okay over there?” I said as I made my way over to her.

  She was holding a large bouquet of flowers in her hands.

  “I don’t like these,” she said rubbing her little nose.

  I laughed and took the floors out of her hand and set them on the table. I bent down in front of her an helped tie the back bow of her pretty white and pink dress.

  “Well I was going to put one of these in your hair,” I said holding the small bunch of rose peach colored sweet peas in my hand. “I better not though. I would want you sneezing the whole way down the aisle.”

  “Do you think you could help me though?” I asked handing Emma my white vail.

  She had loved playing with it all morning long as I slipped into my white dress. I bent down so that she could place the clear comb into my hair.

  “Do I look okay?” I asked as I stood before Emma.