He shuddered, dropping his head between his shoulders. “Please.”
A few more minutes of teasing had him on the brink. I’d managed to work myself up as well, my cock hard, proud, and fucking restless to be where it belonged: inside my boy.
By the time I turned the water off, we were both feral with need. Ironically, Pip was finally focused. Present for the first time all evening, he dried off just enough to not be slippery, then laid over the counter, ass raised like he was presenting me with a gift.
And what a gift it was.
The mirror gave me his face. Eyes dark, hair wet, a line of color across his cheekbones. He watched my every move as I dried off, grabbed the lube, and parked myself behind him.
I kept my eyes on his in the mirror when I pushed in.
He exhaled with relief. His hands gripped the edge of the sink, and his head dropped for a moment before he pulled it back up, like he'd decided he wanted to see after all.
It didn't take long for my slow teasing to build to a rapid pulse, hips pumping and skin slapping.
He came with a cry that echoed off the bathroom tiles. I watched his face go through a myriad of emotions, each more beautiful than the one before it.
I waited until he finished, then growled, “Look at me.”
The minute his eyes met mine, I shattered. I kept my focus on him, letting my boy see the way he tore me open. He needed to feel the love I had for him. Needed to know I’d always be around to calm him when he got restless.
After, he straightened up. Looked at himself in the mirror, then at me. Neither of us spoke as we got dressed. The thing that had been burning through him all evening was gone now. All used up, just like I’d hoped for.
It wasn’t until we were headed down the hall that he broke the silence. “I’m hungry.”
Laughing at the comment, I turned him towards the kitchen. “Then let’s get you fed, baby.”
EPILOGUE
Pip
Hennyand I had been arguing about the coffee for several minutes when the elevator dinged.
The argument was about whether the coffee he made was objectively bad or whether I had, as Henny put it,the palate of a feral animal who has never once experienced anything nice.
I had counterpoints. Good ones. I was in the middle of delivering them when the baby cried.
Everything in my brain stopped.
I was around the kitchen island and into Pharrell’s entryway before I'd made a conscious decision about it. Henny said something behind me—probablyPip, what are you doing—but I was already looking at the elevator doors and the two enormous men stepping out of them with a pink bundle strapped to one chest and a car seat in one hand.
Dante.
Preacher.
And ababy.
Ricardo lost his mind about it, which was fair. Rel laughed, as to be expected. He’d become a different man since falling for his new second-in-command. The boss was lighter all around.
It was like fucking night and day from when he was married. She drained the life out of him. Ricardo made him bloom.
Damn. Here I was being lyrical and shit.
Henny's jaw was on the floor, a surprising reaction since he tended to hide his emotions better. Clearly babies tripped him up. We all stood in the open space that was part living room part welcoming space.
I was looking at the tiny pink bundle on Dante's chest and a rush of unknown feelings hit me in the ribcage that I was going to need a minute with.
I did not have a minute.
