As always, advice first, questions after.
“No, I’m helping out a friend.”
“A friend?”
“Yes, she’s getting some sleep while I watch out for the kid.”
“Okay, just remember babies are delicate. Don’t drop it or lose it. I’ve got to go.”
She hangs up and the kid starts sucking on air. I take the bottle away from him and sit him on my lap like Victoria does. It doesn’t take long for him to burp and I’m glad to see his eyes are heavy. I sit back in the chair and lay him against my chest. He’s out for the count just like his aunt.
A warm hand squeezes my arm and my eyes snap open. Pippa hovers to my side and the baby is still crashed out on my chest. Morning sun light streams through the windows and I look for the time. It’s nearly midday.
“How long have you had him down here?” she asks.
“About five minutes after you crashed.”
“You’ve been down here all night with him?” she gasps.
“He woke up a few times, but his temperature has gone down. He seems to be doing a little better.”
She goes to pick him up until I say, “Leave him to sleep. Go make yourself some breakfast, there’s plenty of shit in the fridge to choose from.” I jerk my chin in the direction of the kitchen.
Staring at me, she smiles and says, “Thank you.”
The kid wakes as I hear the coffee machine kicking on. “Your aunt is beautiful when she wakes up. You need to let her sleep more.”
28
Warren
Long silky legs wrap around me as I pick Amber up from the bed and push her against the wall. I pound into her with angry thrusts, desperately needing to vent the frustration of feeling like a failure. I’ve been riding all over the city for the last couple of days and haven’t seen a single Hog fuck. Moving from the wall to the dresser, her crap falls to the floor. I hold onto her ass as she digs her heels into the back of my thighs.
“Harder, Warn,” she demands.
“If I fuck you any harder, I’m gonna break you,” I huff.
I would have thought by now that she would have known that I fuck her for my pleasure. If I’m honest, I couldn’t give a shit about hers.
“Break me then,” she goads.
Spinning us around, I land on the bed and wait the few seconds it takes her to adjust herself on top of me.
“You want it harder, take it,” I instruct.
I have no idea where she gets her energy from, but she slams down on me so hard I have to hold onto her hips to make sureshe doesn’t do any damage. I guide her hips, rocking back and forth. Her cries could wake the fucking dead.
Closing my eyes, I imagine Amber is Phoebe. I was so close to getting her in my bed and then Ford returned, and it all went to shit. Phoebe is the hottest chick I’ve ever seen and the thought of her has me filling the condom. Amber circles her clit continuing riding me and trembles as she climaxes.
“I thought you were gonna break me at one point.”
Her laughter fills the room, and she crashes beside me, collecting her breath. I rest one arm under my head and grab my smokes from the nightstand. I light up, inhaling deeply. I hold it in my lungs until it starts to burn. Exhaling up toward the ceiling, it fills the room.
“How about I stop by your club this week?”
Frowning, I ask, “Why the fuck would you do that?”
“So I can see where you live,” she says as if I’m stupid.
