“Eli’s head is going to grow even bigger when he hears that.” His chest rumbles with laughter, deep and comforting.
“He deserves it. That was brave and thoughtful.”
“Yeah, he gets it from me.”
I slap his hard chest. “The Smiths requested it be temporary custody and that we revisit it in six months. I was ready to agree, because at least I would have six months to prove I’m a good father. But the judge declined. She said they should be working with me, and not against me, if they wanted to see their granddaughter.”
“Smart judge.”
“I didn’t think they would, but after I left the courtroom, they caught up to me. We went and had coffee.”
“You did what?” he gasps.
“I know. I wanted to tell them to fuck off and that they’d never see Lane again. But they’re her grandparents. They’re all Lane has left of her mother, and I couldn’t take that away from her.” I think back to the conversation we had at the diner. “They told me they were sad about losing their own daughter and it was terrifying to think about losing Lane too. Especially since I don’t live in New York.”
“They know Maine isn’t that far away, right?”
“I told them they’re free to visit and I can try and get time off to visit the city more often. I think we all left feeling like we were getting what we wanted.”
“Sounds like the best-case scenario for everyone.”
“It really was.”
“What does this mean for us?” he asks in a nervous tone. I sit up so he can see me fully.
“I want us to be together. To be a family. I’m sorry I walked away instead of fighting for us. I let the doubts in and I was scared.”
“Doc, you don’t ever have to apologize for putting the princess first. I’m a grown ass man and can take care of myself. But she needs someone on her side and I’d be disappointed in you if you chose any differently.” His eyes sharpen and his words are clear and meaningful.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. And there’s nothing more I want, than to be part of your family.”
“Fucking hell.” My eyes water again, and Bo’s there to brush the tears from my cheeks. “I’m not a crier.”
“Even if you were, it’d be all right. You must be exhausted. Why don’t I start you a bath in that big ass tub and order us some food?” His plump lips fall onto mine in a kiss.
“I thought we could go out. Show Lane the lights from Times Square.”
He looks down at the snoozing baby. “You think she cares about blinking lights?”
“I guess not.”
“I think we need a quiet night. Just the three of us.” He raises to his full height. “I’ll start that bath. You go lay Lane down.”
“You’re the best. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, I do.” His chest puffs.
He disappears into the bathroom and I rock my daughter, having a hard time putting her down into the portable crib I’m so glad I get the chance to use. I sniff her head, getting a boost of serotonin. Months ago, I never would’ve guessed this would be my life. At best, I thought maybe I’d have a date or two. Dip my toes in the water of sexuality.
I skipped right over testing the water and jumped in head first, and with a baby in tow.
And I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
I kiss her chubby cheek and set her down. I grab the baby monitor and follow the scent of French lavender to the bathroom. Bo’s down to his scrub pants and is running his hands through the water as it fills, to mix the bath oil.
I remove my clothes, tossing them into a heap in the corner. I hope I don’t have a reason to put it on for a long time to come. Bo’s eyes catch on me and his lips part. I pad over to him, unable to help my growing erection. I haven’t so much as masturbated since we parted ways, and seeing his sexy torso is doing things to me.
“What’s up, doc?” he asks in a low and throaty tone.
“Will you get in with me?”
“I can do that.” He pulls on the string to release his pants and they fall to the ground. I hook my thumbs in his boxer briefs and drag them down, sinking to my knees as I go. “Doc. It’s been a stressful day. I want to take care of you.”
“Please let me do this. I’ve missed your dick so much. It’s all I could think of when I was alone in bed at night.” I wrap my hand around his girth, loving the way it twitches at my touch.
“I’m a man. I’ll never turn away your warm mouth on my cock.” He reaches over and shuts off the faucet. “Bath time will have to wait.”
I wrap my lips around his tip and suck, stroking him long and languidly. I don’t rush through the blow job I give him, teasing every ounce of pleasure I can get from him. He grunts and groans through it all, until he’s spurting down my throat. I’m much better at swallowing now. Practice makes perfect.
When I’m done, I step into the tub, leaving room behind me. Bo climbs in, settling me between his legs. The hot water seeps into my stressed-out muscles and he uses the lavender scented oil to massage my shoulders. My mind tranquil and my body relaxed.
“Lean back,” he says, and I do, resting my head on his chest and closing my eyes. I feel a hand cup me from under the water. He rolls my balls around in his palm, occasionally pressing a teasing finger against my hole.
“That feels so good,” I murmur.
“It’s about to feel even better.” He strokes me from under the water. His hands are soft, but his grip is firm. “That’s it. You’re getting hard for me.”
I bite down on my tongue, not wanting to wake the baby. His other hand rubs up and down my chest, flicking over the flat disks of my nipples. Whoever said nipple play was only for women has no clue it can be just as good for a man.
“Let’s move this to the shower,” he whispers gruffly, and releases me so he can step out of the tub. He flips on the steam shower and I amble after him, dripping puddles of water along the way.
He guides me to the bench and motions for me to sit, which I do while admiring his naked form. I don’t know how I repressed my desire for men my whole life, because seeing his chiseled abs and semi-hard cock is the biggest turn on of my life. I’m an idiot for thinking I could be asexual.
I am, in no way, indifferent to the male form.
He kneels before me and swallows my dick whole. The way his throat constricts around me has me hissing and my hips bucking. He rubs the muscles of my thighs, as his mouth works me over.
Every sense is on overload. The calming lavender scent, the sucking and slurping sounds he’s making, seeing him peer up at me through his light brown eyes, feeling his warm mouth around me, and tasting his cum on my tongue from earlier. It’s too much. Within minutes an orgasm hits me, sending my semen shooting down his throat.
“I need to fuck you now. Turn around and kneel on the bench.” He leaves me for a minute. I look over my shoulder to see when he returns, he has a small bottle of lube.
“Where did that come from?” I ask.
“I stopped at the gift shop earlier. I wanted to be ready for our celebratory fuck.”
“How did you know it would be good news?”