I know there are many ways to parent, and a lot of parents choose to share a room until the baby is older, some even co-sleep. I will always be Dorothea’s mom, and I will always be there for her and give her what she needs, but I can’t hover. She’s just a baby now, so we have a long way to go, but getting comfortable with her in her own room is a start.
Grizz said we will be here a couple days, but if we like it, we can stay longer. He keeps telling me everything is fine, but he’s beensaying how hectic everything is at the club, and now, suddenly, he gets a vacation? Something is up. I just don’t know what it is…
“You didn’t have to carry that stuff in here.”
I roll my eyes, as I turn to face Grizz, who is closer than I thought. I slide my hands up his wide chest, clasping them together around the back of his neck while pushing up to my tiptoes. He leans down to kiss me, and I deepen it, pressing my body against his. He groans into my mouth, and my stomach heats as his hands go to my ass.
When we break apart, his pupils are blown and I feel him hard against me. I’m tempted to get on my knees and take him into my mouth, but I’d much rather wait and see him lose himself later, inside me.
“Is there anything left in the car?” I ask, stepping away.
He grabs my wrist tugging me to him as he slowly shakes his head, smirking. Large hands go under my ass cheeks again, and he lifts me with ease—like I’m as light as a feather. He kneels on the bed, laying me down and hovering over me. Grinding against me, his cock rubs against my clit through my pants and we both groan. I kiss him deeper and wrap my legs around his hips, not wanting him to leave.
His tongue trails along my jaw, down my neck and along my collarbone. He nips at my shoulder, then across to my breast, sucking on the flesh.
He’s showed interest in my milk many times already, but other than swiping a few drops with his thumb, he’s done nothing else.
I kind of want him to, though, and I’m not sure why. If I think too much about it, it feels weird, but moments like this… it’s so hot. I think I just really like his mouth on me, any way I can have it.
“I want your mouth on me,” I say, thrusting against him.
“Anything you want, Angel,” he says, before moving down my body and nipping at the inside of my thigh while his fingers sneak under the waistband of my sweats and tug.
He makes me feel sexy no matter what, and I appreciate that I can walk around in sweatpants and feel good about myself—especially after just having a baby.
My pants get tossed away, and he sucks on my pussy, right through my panties—lips, clit, all of it. I grind against his face, wanting more, but loving the heat of his mouth on me.
He growls, nipping at my skin before sliding my panties aside and sliding his tongue over my pussy.
I fist the sheets and ride his face. I come quickly, which is no surprise when he’s using his tongue.
“Oh my god,” I laugh as I sit up. “Do you think the doctor is going to know we just did that?”
Grizz chuckles, pulling off his shirt. He uses it to wipe his mouth, scrubbing at his beard to clean up the mess, then tosses it into the corner, where my pants landed.
“Don’t know; don’t care.”
The bed dips as he comes up beside me, wrapping his large arm around my waist and tugging me to him. I bury my face in his neck, sliding my arm around his ribs.
“You always smell good,” I murmur, suddenly feeling tired.
“It’s expensive soap.”
“No… it’s just you.”
I drift into a deep sleep, and I wake up to Grizz gently saying my name.
The sun is bright when I open my eyes, and I find Grizz sitting up against the headboard with Dorothea in his arms, feeding her a bottle.
“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever woken up to,” I say.
His gaze stays on Dorothea, but his lips turn up into a smile. I love how much he loves her, and I can see how much it is. Theway he looks at her… I’ve never seen someone look at another person that way, but I know exactly what it is because I feel it too. The love that fills me when I see her… it’s impossible to explain. And I feel the other end of it, too. When he looks at me—it’s very similar. I feel it in his stare, hear it in his words.
I slide closer to him, reaching over to play with Dorothea’s foot. She’s very ticklish and it’s adorable when she yanks her foot away.
“Grizz?” I say softly.
“Yeah, Angel?”
