She cries out around my cock, her shoulders trembling as she comes, her thighs shaking where she’s kneeling.
“Yes, Teddy, come on your fingers for me,” I groan, damn near feral at the sight of her coming with my cock in her mouth.She moans, her eyes on mine, glassy and heavy lidded, and then I’m coming with a guttural growl, my vision going dark at the edges with the intensity of my release. Long, hot ropes of cum paint the back of her throat and she swallows every drop like the good girl she is. I shudder, fingers clenching in her hair before sliding out to smooth tenderly over her cheek and jaw as I slide out of her mouth. “Goddamn, my beautiful girl. You did so fucking good.”
I chuckle then, swiping at the corner of her mouth. Her lips are puffy. She’s never looked more beautiful.
“Are you laughing at me?” she asks breathlessly, her voice husky, eyes teasing. “You could damage a girl’s confidence doing something like that?—”
“Fucking brat,” I growl in warning, grinning as I shake my head at her. Leaning down, I kiss her again slowly. “That was the best fucking blowjob I’ve ever gotten. I was just thinking that that was not any less exertive... And now all I want to do is taste this wet pussy and make you come again.”
“Xander—” she moans, protesting, but it’s weak. We both know the night isn’t over yet. Not even close.
“What happened to Xander’s arm?” Dalton asks from the back seat.
I look in the rearview mirror and my heartstrings tug at the way he’s fiddling with a baseball between his hands. I smile as brightly as I can muster, doing my best to ease the worry etched into his young face. “He flipped his ATV last night on a call, kind of cut up his arm a bit. But he’s okay.”
Turning my attention back to the road, I follow traffic and head in the direction of Dalton’s school. Penny is always our first drop off. Once I’d walked her inside and then climbed back into the driver’s seat, he’d asked about Xander.
“Mom,” he says quietly, and I look up into the rearview mirror again. “Is Xander going to die, too? Like Dad?”
“Oh, sweetheart, no,” I murmur, my heart cracking for this sweet, sensitive boy.
“His job is dangerous, right? More dangerous than Dad’s was,” he continues, and I hate the shimmer of tears that fill his brown eyes. My chest is cleaving in two. “What if he dies, too?”
Flipping my blinker on, I turn onto a side street and then pull over onto the shoulder. I climb out and open theslider door so I can climb in. Tears sting the bridge of my nose, but I push them back. Right now, my big little man needs his momma.
“Come here, sweetheart,” I whisper, and he unbuckles, climbing between the seats so I can wrap him up in my arms.
This sweet boy. He’s at the age where he’s starting to want more independence, but at the same time, he’s still a boy that needs extra snuggles sometimes. He’s going to get embarrassed in a couple minutes at the show of emotion, but I want him to know it’s okay to have these big feelings. Especially for people we care so deeply about.
“Some people have big, dangerous jobs, but those people are highly trained. Xander has been doing this job for so long he could probably do it with his eyes closed,” I whisper, rocking him gently. I swallow hard. “What happened with Dad was an awful accident, bud. Something none of us could see coming. But the people that do these jobs, Dalton, they know that sometimes bad things might happen. They know that they’re saving people that need help. And that’s a really amazing thing. To be so selfless that they want to do a scary job because they know that other people might be too scared to do it. But there’s always going to be people that need helping and saving.”
“I really miss Dad,” he whispers, his little voice breaking, and then his shoulders are shaking. I hold him tightly, tears leaking out of my own eyes at the heartbreak causing my son pain. “I don’t want Xander to die, too.”
“Oh, buddy,” I murmur, clutching him close. “You’re not going to lose him, okay?”
“I made a wish on my birthday, but now I’m scared for it to come true.”
“What wish, sweetheart?” I ask gently, rubbing his back.
He takes a deep breath in. “Don’t be mad…I figured since you two like each other a lot and we like him, too, that it wouldn’t be too bad. But I wished for Xander to be my new dad, since I don’t have one anymore, and I think he likes me and Penny. And baby Bea never got to have a dad… But I’m scared that if he does get to be my new dad, that he’ll die like Dad did. And then I’ll have lost two dads.”
I’m stunned, lost for words as what little bit of my heart that had been left unshattered crumbles into dust at my feet.
And I realize that I’m not the only one that’s in love with Xander. My kids love him, too.
By the time I get Dalton calmed down, we’re late for drop off, but I don’t care. I call the school and inform them that he will be a little late, and we go out for breakfast, just us and Bea. Once he’s back to his usual self, I take him to school, walking him into the office to sign him in. He hugs me tightly around the middle, and then he’s off.
Driving back home, I’m a wreck. Tears won’t stop flowing from my eyes and it feels like my chest is caving in on itself. What am I supposed to do? I have no idea how to traverse this. My children are so head over heels for this man… how am I supposed to promise my son that Xander isn’t going to get hurt, or worse? I can’t make that promise. No one can.
Unloading Bea from the backseat, I carry her inside. Xander’s truck is in the driveway, but he’s not inside my house, so I’m assuming he headed over to his side of the duplex while we were gone. I nurse Bea and she goes down for her mid-morning nap easily. Tucking her in, I grab the baby monitor and slide open the back patio door, stepping over to Xander’s.
I knock lightly, though I know he sees me approach from where he’s standing in the kitchen. His phone is to his ear, but he steps over and slides open the patio door, allowing me inside.
“Yeah,” he says, turning back to the coffee cup sitting on the counter. He goes to lift it but realizes he can’t with his right hand bandaged the way it is, and swears under his breath before shifting the phone so it’s tucked between his shoulder and ear. He picks up the coffee cup with his left hand, raising it to his lips. “How many acres?” He listens, his lips pulling into agrimace. “Vantage crew is missing? Fuck.” He’s quiet again, listening to whoever is on the other end of the line, his eyes finding mine, and I know what’s coming next. My heart breaks all over again. “How many are missing? How long?”
I clutch the back of one of the dining table chairs, my knuckles turning white with how tightly I’m gripping the wooden chair to keep myself upright.
“We’ll be on the road in an hour,” he says, and I squeeze my eyes shut, my body sagging.
