Incoherent words and sounds are falling from her lips, and the moment I feel her muscles lock up around my fingers, she screams.
My Angel convulses around me in a quivering climax that has her slickness gushing into my mouth and over my bearded chin. She jerks through each ripple until it subsides, leaving her panting breaths to fill the room.
“Shit,” she pants, shifting to move off my mouth. “My milk squirted all over the headboard.”
My shit-eating-grin is huge, and I take in the droplets of milk dripping down the headboard, a growl reverberating in my chest.
“Bring those tits here. Give me a taste.”
The moment I ease my digit from her arse, she does exactly as I’ve asked, leaning over me and guiding her peaked nipple to my lips, milk already beading on the tip.
I latch on, hearing her gasp and feeling my cock thicken even more, the sweetness of her warm milk hitting my tongue still as much of a turn on as it was the first time I did this.
Her fingers delve into my hair as she arches into me, like she’s been just as desperate for this as I have, and the second she slips that nipple free and presses the other to my lips, we both stiffen.
Our eyes meet, going wide as we both hear the same fucking thing.
For fuck’s sake.
There are cars approaching.
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Ringo tells me to go to Bobbi while he cleans up the mess we made, so I do a quick bathroom cleanup and get dressed, racing downstairs just in time for the front door to open.
I see Alana and Millie step inside first as I hit the bottom step, and the moment Tahli steps in, I bolt to her.
Her eyes go wide as she sees me charging towards her, but she’s all smiles, rushing forward to meet me halfway, and we slam together in a tight embrace.
“Oh, you two are going to make me cry,” Doreen says as she steps inside too, and I look up to see her carrying my little bundle.
Bobbi.
A sob escapes me, and Tahli eases back so I can go to my daughter, and I don’t hesitate, hurrying closer to accept her from Ringo’s mother.
The next however many minutes are a whirlwind.
Nessy and Brody come inside, the two we charged to protect my little girl with their lives looking happy hand in hand, and I have to wonder what Vender and Mex will say about that.
I’m not sure what’s going on with the four of them, but whatever it is, they’d better do right by Nessy.
Bobbi immediately starts fussing in my arms, and I peel back the blanket to stare at her.
“Hey, little one. What’s the matter?”
“She’s probably hungry again.” Nessy steps up to peek down at Bobbi. “She’s due for another feed.”
“Okay, uhhh.” I look around at all the people, noticing Ringo isn’t down here yet, and decide there’s no way I’m getting my boob out to feed Bobbi down here in front of everyone.
I could feed her a bottle, I suppose, but my breasts are still pretty full since Ringo didn’t get enough time to have his fill. She may as well have that, and I’m desperate to bond with her again. The poor thing has been shuffled around from person to person since I came back into her life, and I want her to have more stability.
I want her to get to know me.
“I’ll just go upstairs and feed her,” I say, turning to Tahli. “I’ll be back down soon. We have some things to talk about.”
I have to tell her about Banes and Mum. About how Maggie is locked up at the compound. About how this nightmare is basically over.
There’s still a concern with Ian Allen, but no one has heard anything from him since the airfield, so with any luck, he bled out inthe bushland surrounding the airfield and we’ll never have to see him again.
