Baby for my Dad's Best Friend (Seaport Billionaires #2)

40. Austin

40

AUSTIN

T his isn’t how I expected my wedding day to go, but I can’t ask for anything more.

While I have more than enough money to give Kay her dream wedding, she insisted on getting married at the courthouse and having a small reception afterward.

When she suggested the idea, I laughed because I thought she was joking.

I thought all women dreamed of their perfect wedding.

Not my woman.

She said she didn’t want to waste the money.

I tried telling her it wouldn’t be a waste, that we should consider it an investment in our future, but she shot me down.

Instead, she wanted me to take the money for the wedding and put it into Noah’s account.

Our son is now set for his first car, college, grad school, a wedding, a house, and probably retirement if I’m being honest.

We’re not having a wedding, and she has no plans to leave Noah behind anytime soon to go on a honeymoon.

I should consider myself lucky that I talked her into having her mom babysit for one night so we can at least spend our wedding night alone.

She agreed to let her mom keep the baby, but I couldn’t get her to go to a hotel, so we’ll spend our wedding night in the same house we’ve slept in every other night, the same house that brought us together in the first place, and that makes sense in the grand scheme of things.

Noah is six months old now, and we haven’t been away from him in his entire life.

I don’t see what the big deal is. It’s not like he’ll remember it.

Kay has serious anxiety about it though, so I know I have to do everything within my power to help keep her calm.

Everyone is gathered in the backyard as I grab a beer from the fridge and walk out.

Dave has the grill fired up, and he’s cooking for everyone.

There’s a make-your-own-drink station in the corner, a keg, and multiple tables set up for the guests.

Kids are running around the yard, playing with water guns, and taking turns on the slip-and-slide.

I take a seat next to Kay, wrapping my arm around the back of her chair.

She looks over with a smile before leaning in and kissing me.

Noah cries, and Kay looks over at him on her mom’s lap.

Everyone laughs because Kay had just told them about how Noah has the magical power to sense when I’m getting too close to his mommy.

If I cuddle her, he cries.

If I kiss her, he cries.

And God forbid I pop a boner.

This kid can be clear across the house, and he’ll start screaming.

“I’m going to get my way with you tonight,” I whisper in Kay’s ear. “You won’t have little man here to save you.”

She looks over with a grin. “Good. It’s been a while. You think you can keep up with demand?”

I snort, and Noah squeals, dropping his pacifier on the table.

“He’s probably getting hungry. I’ll get him a bottle.”

“You stay put,” Kay’s mom says, passing Noah to Kinsley, who’s sitting across from us. “This is your one day to relax and have fun. Enjoy it, because it won’t happen again for a long time.” She gets up and heads into the house for a bottle.

Kay picks up her beer and takes a sip as her eyes land on Noah, who’s now across the table.

She leans in, giving him a big smile. “Who’s got you?” she asks in baby talk. “Does Aunt Kin have you?”

He smiles wide and wiggles.

“Yes, you love Aunt Kin, don’t you?”

Both women laugh at the cuteness rolling off my son.

As he gets older, he looks more and more like me. All that dark hair has fallen out, and in its place is my blond hair.

Right now, he’s only got a little fuzz on top, but on the back and sides, the blond hair is getting longer.

He also has his mommy’s eyes instead of my blue ones. Everything about the kid is me made over, though: his cheekbones, nose, smile, and dimples.

I can’t blame Kay for being wrapped around his little finger because he’s just as obsessed with her as I am.

If he keeps cockblocking me, we’re going to have problems, though.

I chuckle at the thought.

The women don’t even look at me. They’re too into playing with Noah and making him laugh.

My mom and stepdad show up to eat and play with Noah for a little bit, but they don’t stay long.

Kay’s brother, Parker, brings a date, and they eat and drink and mostly keep to themselves.

Once everyone has eaten and the sun starts to set, everyone with kids leaves.

Music is turned on, and the drinks are poured a little heavier.

Grandma and Grandpa leave with Noah, and we have a little time to ourselves.

The backyard is filled with people who work at the school with Kay, and the guys from my crew and their girlfriends, wives, or dates.

Even Hallie and Grant stop by to celebrate.

We all talk, drink, and have a good time.

We dance to the music, touch, kiss, and forget all about the party when I catch her inside.

I walk into the house, finding her in the kitchen.

She turns to leave and bounces into my chest. I lace my fingers into her hair, pulling her mouth to mine.

She doesn’t hold back.

She smashes her chest to mine and kisses me hard and fast.

I press her back to the fridge, my free hand dropping down to her thigh, which I pick up and hitch over my hip.

I press forward, letting her feel how badly I need to be inside my wife.

My wife.

I’ve waited a lifetime to say that.

She runs her fingers up my shirt, her nails scratching against my skin. “Mmmm, I forgot how good it feels to kiss you and touch you without someone screaming.”

I chuckle against her lips. “I haven’t forgotten,” I whisper. “What if we forget the party and go have a private party upstairs?”

“I like the sound of that.”

I pick her up and take off in a run toward the stairs.

She laughs against my lips, but I silence her when I step into our room.

I spin around, pressing her back to the door as my mouth meets hers again.

My hands tug my shirt over my head. Her legs release my hips, and she turns so her back is to me.

She looks at me over her shoulder. “Unzip me?”

My fingers find the tiny zipper on the back of her white summer dress, and I pull it down, revealing her bare back and the top of her ass.

I brush the thin straps from her shoulders, and the dress falls onto the floor, leaving her in nothing but a white lace thong.

“Fuck,” I growl, kissing her shoulder, back, ribs, and the top of her ass as my fingertips wrap around the edge of her panties.

She turns to face me, and I look up at her.

Her tits are on full display, her nipples hard and pointing at me.

I bury my face between her legs, feeling her arousal soaking into the lace fabric.

I breathe in her scent and lick her covered slit. Her head falls back, and she moans while grabbing my hair.

“How is it that you always know exactly what I need?”

“It’s my job,” I tell her, yanking down her panties so quickly that I nearly rip them.

She doesn’t seem to care about anything but me touching her.

Her head falls back against the door, and she gasps when I suck her into my mouth. She whimpers and lifts her leg, hooking it over my shoulder, and pulling me closer.

“God, don’t stop.”

I don’t intend to.

Tonight, the only thing I want to do is make her come again and again and again.

I want her riding my dick until she comes so hard that she soaks us both.

I want her coming on my tongue and my fingers.

I want her screaming my name and shaking in ecstasy as I work her closer and closer to her release with my mouth.

When I know she’s close, I thrust two fingers inside her, pushing her over the edge.

Her breath gets heavier, and her moans grow louder.

Her hips start rocking forward and back as she rides over every wave of her release.

When she stills, I pull away and stand. I plan to pick her up and carry her to the bed, but to my surprise, she spins me around and pushes my back to the door.

Her hooded eyes find mine as her hands start working on my belt.

I want to push her hands away.

I want to be in control tonight.

I want to be the one serving her, but I can’t stop her from taking something she wants.

She unfastens my jeans and pushes them down until my hard cock springs free.

She wraps her hand around me, gently stroking me as she kisses my bare chest.

Just when I’m about to tell her to get on the bed, she drops to her knees and sucks me into her mouth.

My lips part, and my eyes roll back. Every thought going through my head drifts away when she pushes me to the back of her throat.

“Fuck, Kay,” I breathe, looking down.

Her eyes open and lock on mine.

The sight before me is enough to nearly make me come.

I’ve never seen something as beautiful as her on her knees with my dick buried in her throat.

Her eyes are wide, tears filling them as she continues to watch.

I grab her hair and pull her mouth off my cock, bringing her to her feet before me. “I need to be buried inside your perfect cunt right now, not your dirty mouth, sweetheart.”

“How do you want me?”

“On your hands and knees.”

She moves to the bed, climbing onto the bed and staying on her hands and knees at the end of the bed.

I step up behind her and take myself in hand. I guide my tip between her folds, coating myself in her arousal before pulling back and slamming into her heat.

We let out a relieved moan as I freeze.

She’s so fucking hot and tight around me that I have to take a moment to adjust. If I dive in and just pound it out, I won’t last more than a few minutes.

“Don’t stop. God, I’m so close already,” she begs.

Looks like we’ll be going for round two. I tighten my hold on her hips and give us both what we need.

I fuck her hard and fast, pushing us over the edge within minutes of walking into the bedroom.

I shudder my release into her pussy. When I pull back, she’s dripping with my cum.

I flip her onto her back and push it back inside of her as I thrust back into her heat, this time, with both of us ready to take our time and enjoy one another.

“God, I love you,” I tell her, grinding my hips into her.

She whimpers and laces her fingers into my hair. “I love you, too,” she replies.

With our eyes locked, she pulls my mouth to hers, kissing me hard and slowly, branding my soul.

I’ll gladly give it to her, too. I’m nothing without her.

I live for her. I breathe for her. My life is hers. Forever.

The End

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