by Wanda Amard
They leave together, leaving Hunter and me in the living room surrounded by boxes and various pieces of furniture. “Thanks for your help, Hunter.” I lean close, not hugging him but sharing a little of his space.
Hunter smiles and then balls up his fist and hits me in the shoulder. “No problem.”
He passes through the door, sharing a quick word with Vinn, and then walks back out to his truck. Vinn and I walk through the house, inspecting the rooms empty of life but full of boxes. In the master at the end of the hallway, our bed lies on the floor with the frame not yet put together. The most important part for today was getting all the items here. Tomorrow we’ll do more of the setting up and unpacking. It doesn’t feel like ours yet, but it will soon.
I sit down on the bed, lying back with my arms stretched out. I haven’t lifted anything today, but I’m still just as tired. Supervising and watching while everyone else lifted heavy things took a lot of energy from me. Rubi could only handle the small boxes, which left the heavy lifting to Jefferson, Hunter, and Vinn, but they’ve made quick work of it.
With my arms outstretched Vinn stares at my body laid out on the bed. He licks his top lip and I spread my legs doing a little more to entice him.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he says getting on his hands and knees on the edge of the bed.
“Maybe that’s why I did it.”
“I’m supposed to go back to the trailer and meet them for the final loading.”
I wiggle my hips and he lowers his head closer, looking at the pattern of my leggings. “You could be a few minutes late.”
Vinn smiles and laughs once. “A few minutes would not give me enough time to do what I want.”
My face falls, saddened that he speaks the truth.
“But I wouldn’t leave my baby wanting.”
Vinn’s fingers sink into my leggings, pulling them down and exposing me to the cool room. He licks his lips and moans, peeling back my underwear until they hit my knees. “You’re so ready. Aren’t you?”
“Ah-huh.” Watching him lift boxes all day worked as a huge turn-on for me.
The rest of whatever I planned to say is lost when his tongue lowers to touch my clit and he licks, jostling my legs. He pushes them wide, giving himself more room, and then pops two fingers inside my waiting body. His movements are so familiar to me, but I’ll never lose the hunger they create. Sharing a connection with him will always be special.
“Shit, Vinn,” I eek out when the emotions flood through me. My body heats and his fingers stroke my insides, calling out to my soul.
His pace is quick, wanting to get the job done, and I let myself be lost to his touch. His tongue traces circles while his fingers open me. My eyes close and my body floats along in the passion we spin. It’s the stuff fairytales are made from.
The orgasm hits me hard after a forceful flick of his tongue, and I reach behind me searching for a pillow and coming back empty. My back arches and I groan out his name, taken by the feelings grabbing at my heart. I fall to the bed panting, seeing stars. Every time.
Vinn lifts his head from between my legs with a satisfied smile on his lips. He wipes his chin and sticks his coated fingers in his mouth, sucking them and causing another ripple of pleasure to run through my veins. My core pulses, wanting more, but there’s more work to be done.
It was only the first of many orgasms that await me in our brand-new master bedroom.
Chapter Ten
Vinn
Later that year
Kimber started our story a little over a year ago, so it seems fitting that I be the one to finish it. Our baby, a beautiful brown-haired girl named Desiree coos in my arms as I bounce her and stare into her eyes. She smiles — I swear to God she smiles. I don’t give a fuck what the Internet says about how babies this young can’t smile. Mine is a genius and she does. It’s not gas. Fuck the bitches on the Internet.
She grins, her eyes happy after having eaten, and I get close wiggling my nose next to hers.
“You know, the reason I came was to hold the baby. Not watch you hold the baby,” my sister Stacy says, reaching her arms out as if I will pass over my little bundle of joy. It’s unreasonable how many people come to hold a new baby. Desiree is my baby — mine.
I stare down at her perfect eyes again and then with a sigh — only because Kimber’s giving me an evil look — I pass over my child, the most precious thing I love, to my sister.
“Have you held a baby before, sis?”
Stacy rolls her eyes. “You have two nephews from me.”
“Didn’t you drop one of them?”
Stacy clutches Desiree to her chest appalled. “That was an accident and you know it. He was wiggly.”
Kimber’s eyes widen as she watches Stacy hold our baby and I send her a silent, “I told you so.” Stacy also chopped all of her cheap dolls’ hair. She’s not allowed near Desiree with scissors.
“Isn’t she just the cutest thing,” Stacy says rubbing her fingers on Desiree’s smooth baby cheeks. “Obviously, you must watch him around her, Kimber. He’s way too protective already.”
Kimber laughs. “He barely lets me hold her.”
Lies. Kimber gets to hold Desiree every time she feeds her, and I’m even letting her have full access to the boobs. What more does the woman need from me? It’s my job as her father to keep her happy and healthy and perfect and let nothing bad happen to her. I’ll shield Desiree from everything Kimber and I dealt with growing up. Her life will be as perfect as I can make it.
She is speaking to her mother again, Kimber that is, but besides a quick visit at the hospital, Sonia hasn’t been interested in being a grandma. Not that I was surprised. My mother, however, has been over twice and I’m hoping she will make up for Sonia’s lack of interest. Maybe this baby can even be the catalyst to help heal my relationship with my mother.
Besides the ongoing family drama that I’m not one hundred percent sure we’ll ever escape, life has been calm. I lost four more guys at the oil change, but they were replaced. Out of four new hires, I have three guys who show up on time. There’s a lot of paperwork and dealing with dumb ass customers, but I make it through each day knowing I’m providing Kimber with the life she deserves. And now our one-week-old baby as well. Managing an oil change lacks the excitement of boosting cars, but it’s a hell of a lot safer.
After Ricky’s death, his crime ring disbanded. All the players who worked for him struggled for control and his one large organization shattered into smaller less-organized groups. They’re too scared to touch any of the original rings Ricky had set up because everyone is nervous the cops will make the connection. Instead they took to fighting amongst one another. At least once a week the news highlights another gangster shot down in the streets. It’s tragic but wonderful because with all the chaos created over his sudden death, no one has remembered me.
I didn’t want to be a part of Ricky’s criminal family, and I don’t want to be a part of whatever future his death brings. It appears I was never in far enough to be someone they consider a player now. The last month the violence has dropped off, and the town has settled. The only car I touch is when I’m working on Stella II in the garage.
Kimber slips to the edge of her seat and I watch, ever aware of my wife’s movements.
Stacy smiles and then hands the baby to her mother’s waiting arms. “How do you two like being parents?”
It’s a question I thought I’d never get to answer, and I do so while wearing a large grin. “It’s pretty fucking perfect.”
“Totally,” Kimber says, staring at the newest addition to the Thrower family.
Stacy smiles, silently laughing at the two of us, in disbelief that one of her twin brothers got his life together.
“And now that Rubi and Jefferson are so close, we’ll have babysitters,” Kimber says, unaware of the fear her words cause.
Rubi and Jefferson moved into a high-rise apartment just a few blocks away from our home, but the though
t of leaving my baby girl with either of those two strikes fear deep in my heart. There’s something more going on in that apartment, but Kimber is not ready to find out about it… Yet.
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