Chapter 30
THIRTY
DECLAN
Saturday was spent locked inside Andy's apartment with her and Max. After we woke up and I ate her pussy for breakfast, she showered and then went over to Lucy's to get Max while I showered.
When she returned, she informed me that Lucy had agreed to babysit and that we were on for our plans next weekend.
Andy is showing up for me. She's going to my show to help and support me. She'll never know how much that means to me.
Facing my biggest fear won't be as hard when I'm able to see her face and remind myself to remain calm and sober. I must remain sober for her. For Max. They deserve it.
They're relying on me to keep my promise of returning to them, and I know Andy will never let that happen if I fuck up.
No pressure or anything.
It's Sunday, and we're in Las Vegas to attend Cole's barbecue. Before we left, she had tried to back out because she was nervous about meeting the ones I consider family, but after much reassurance, she agreed. Now, here we are.
"Do you think they'll like me?" Andy asks, her nerves becoming apparent as we approach our destination. I park in the driveway of Cole's new house, a massive three-story home within a gated community.
"They will because you're you, and you make me happy. It's been a while since these guys have seen me smile, so they've wanted to meet the one responsible for that." I place my hand on her thigh and give it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. I want to lean over and steal a kiss from her pouty mouth and slide my tongue along the inside of her mouth to get a taste of her until I'm able to spread her bare underneath me again and feast on her body, but I keep my mouth to myself.
For now.
Andy told me this morning that she wanted to wait to tell Max that we're together, so I'm doing my best to be respectful of her wishes by limiting our PDA. If it were my decision, we'd tell Max right now, but I understand that my being around is still new. Andy told me that she hadn't dated since Max was born, and she'd never had a male figure in her life.
Taking it slow is the responsible thing to do. We need to figure things out on our own before bringing an innocent child into the mix and risk confusing her.
"This place is like a castle!" Max chimes in from the backseat, and I look back to find her nose pressed against the window, eyes wide as she takes in the large house.
"Sure is! Let's go explore the castle." Looking at Andy, I give her a wink, then climb out of the car and open the back door for Max to climb out.
Andy was willing to drive us and insisted on it, but I didn't let her. Especially when her car is a piece of shit. It gets her to work, but that's about it. The tires were bald before I had a new set installed when I'd taken it for an oil change that was several thousand miles past due, the transmission is slipping, and there's no AC, which is unacceptable in this hot weather.
I ordered a rental and had it delivered to her apartment this morning, just in time for us to take it to Vegas. I booked it for a month and plan to let her use it during the times I'm away. After a show, the last thing I'll want to do is drive over an hour back to Loganville, which is why I have a driver.
Max skips ahead of us, excited to check out the house she considers a castle. Her curly pigtails bounce with each skip, and her yellow dress sways, her smile never leaving her face.
Andy walks beside me, fingertips lightly brushing against mine as we walk, not risking any PDA in case Max were to turn around suddenly and find us. She was unsure what to wear this morning and asked me to help her pick something out. Knowing everyone would likely be swimming, I chose a pair of ripped denim shorts and a black tank top to cover the red bikini top she has underneath.
She'd laughed when she saw the outfit, refusing to wear something so revealing, her insecurity controlling her, but luckily, thanks to a few kisses to her neck and sticking my hand down her panties and fingering her until she came, she agreed.
Yes, I took advantage of her post-orgasm bliss, but I got what I wanted, so who is the real winner here?
Once Max reaches the door, she rings the doorbell and stands on the black welcome mat, excitedly bouncing on her toes.
Before Andy can get too close to her daughter, I press myself against her back and whisper in her ear, "By the way, you look hot as fuck. Can't wait to pull down those shorts, bend you over, and fuck you." I don't wait for a response. Instead, I leave her standing in the driveway with parted lips and rush to Max, then open the large white door, knowing it would be unlocked.
Considering the party is in the backyard, no one would be inside to hear the doorbell anyway. Stepping inside, Max takes my hand and plasters herself to my side, suddenly shy. Andy follows behind us as I guide my girls toward laughter and children screaming.
The newly renovated backyard is so fucking huge that I stop to do a double take. I knew that Cole had purchased this house a while ago and spent a couple years renovating it, but this is my first time seeing the final result of the backyard.
Directly in front of us is a massive swimming pool. Off to the left is a basketball court where I see Damon and two identical blonde women playing. Of course, he picked up twins and brought his latest fucks to our little gathering. That's so typical of him.
To the left is the outdoor patio furniture, along with the outdoor kitchen and dining table. Cole stands at the grill, lighting the flame. Benny is beside him, and both men have a bottle of beer in hand.
Adam is the first to notice me as he makes his appearance from the door we've just come through. He slaps me on the back. "Sup, Dec? Good to see you." The mention of my name draws attention to us.
Andy squirms uncomfortably beside me, clearly feeling out of her element. Max must be feeling it, too, as she presses herself against my leg.
"Hey, man," I say in greeting just as the rest of my family joins us. The blonde twins remain on the basketball court while Damon jogs toward us, eyes on Andy and a telling smirk on his face.
If this mother fucker tries hitting on my girl, I'll lay him the fuck out. I've already warned him once to be on his best behavior.
"Well, hello there!" Benny greets, his arms out wide as he approaches Andy.
"Andy, this is our manager, Benny," I introduce them, suddenly finding myself nervous as fuck. My skin begins to feel like it's crawling. I shift my weight from foot to foot, uncomfortable in this situation.
Regardless of what these fuckers think, I'm going to keep her. Benny has told me many times that I should be single for a while, considering I'm newly sober and my divorce wasn't that long ago. It was easy to agree because I was never interested in dating anyone.
Then I met Andy.
Andy is polite as she introduces herself and Max to everyone.
While the introductions are being made, Cecelia, Cole's girlfriend, her sister Sara, and her six-year-old twins Maddy and Chloe join us.
"Andy! It's so great to meet you! I'm Cecelia, but everyone calls me Cece." She pulls Andy into a tight hug. It's been a while since I've seen Cecelia in person, and sometimes I forget how fucking tall she is. She's nearly as tall as Andy, though my girl still has a few inches over her.
I watch their interaction carefully, smiling as I notice my girl's shoulders visibly relax at Cece's embrace. "This must be your daughter." She squats to Max's level. "You are so pretty," she says, complimenting her and throwing a thumb over her shoulder. "Those are my nieces, and I bet they'd love to go play with you." Max's eyes light up, bouncing between us and the two girls waving at her across the yard.
"Mommy, can I go play?" she asks, crossing her fingers, hoping for a yes , as if Andy would ever tell her no.
Andy nods. "Have fun, and be nice." Max doesn't need to be told twice. She races off in the direction of the two girls, their mouths moving for a minute as they quickly engage in conversation that leads to giggles. Moments later, they race into the house hand in hand.
Sara joins Cece's side. "They're going into the game room. Don't worry about them; they'll be fine. I'm Sara, by the way."
Adam nudges my shoulder. "Let's go cook while the ladies chat," he says, and I nod.
Placing a hand on Andy's back, I guide her away from the small crowd, taking her to the corner. "Are you okay?" I ask, brushing soft curls away from her eyes.
She nods. "I am. Not feeling as nervous as I was. I'd like to get to know Cece and Sara."
"Okay, mama. Do the girl thing, I'll be over there with the guys." Taking her face into my hands, I press a kiss against her lips, quickly turning it deep and forcing my tongue into her mouth, needing to taste as much of her as I can.
"Get a room!" Cole yells out. At the same time, Damon whistles and catcalls.
Andy pulls away, cheeks pink as she grins at me, looking so fucking young and carefree right now in this moment. A look I wish I could see more often from her rather than the stressful look constantly in her eyes.
"Come to me if you need me," I say, stealing another quick kiss from her mouth. Breaking apart, I walk toward my best friends while Andy goes to the pool to join Cece and Sara.
Cole tosses me a bottle of water while opening another beer bottle.
From where I stand, I watch my girl. She sits on the edge of the pool beside Cece, takes off her sandals, and sticks her long golden legs into the cool water while Sara cannonballs into the pool.
"So, that's Andy." Adam breaks the silence, his voice amused.
"Yup," I say. "That's my girl."
"Don't fuck it up," Benny warns.
"She's hot as fuck," Damon says, earning a slap on the back of the head from Cole.
"That's his girl, man. Have some fucking respect," Cole chastises. "Go worry about your real-life blow-up dolls over there, man." He jerks his chin toward the adult twins that are jumping around the basketball court in a confusing attempt to play basketball or be sexy. I'm not sure what they're trying to accomplish.
"Don't have to tell me twice. Plug your ears if you hear screaming, and don't come looking for us later," Damon says, wiggling his eyebrows and chugging the rest of his beer. He sets the empty bottle down on the marble countertop, then jogs off toward the two women, who begin squealing at the sight of him approaching them .
"Fucking Damon. Bastard is going to fuck in my new house," Cole grumbles under his breath.
"What the fuck is that?" Adam grabs my hand, bringing it closer to his face to inspect my painted fingernails that I'd forgotten all about. Benny and Cole look over, like the nosey fucks they are.
Cole bursts out laughing. "Purple is your color, man."
Yesterday, after Max came home from Lucy's house after her sleepover, she squealed in delight at the sight of me. It had been over a week since I'd seen her in person, and she was so excited that she cried. I'd spent the entire day at Andy's apartment, hanging out with my girls, and at some point in the afternoon, Max had decided she wanted to play salon using the makeup and nail polish kit I had bought for her from The Cherry Festival.
I sat on the floor, and she stood behind me, brushing my hair, clipping it in butterfly clips, and twisting it in colorful rubber bands. Just when I thought the rough hair-pulling salon experience was over, she decided I needed my nails painted.
Max then painted my fingernails a bright neon purple, painting more of my skin than my nails. Thankfully, the polish scrubbed off my skin while I was in the shower. Seeing how proud she was of the paint job on my fingernails, I didn't have the heart to remove the polish even after Andy offered me some polish remover. My mini-best friend was proud of her work, so I gladly rocked purple nails.
Movement across the yard catches my eye. I watch Andy as she walks toward the sliding glass door, opening it to slip through, leaving it open as she disappears from my sight.
"You deserve to be happy, you know that, right?" Adam says, letting go of my hand. Not wanting to get into a deep conversation or tell him how he's wrong, I shrug.
"I'm starving. I'm going to grab some chips." Without looking at my friends, I walk casually toward Andy, needing to put my hands on her soft body and inhale her intoxicating scent.
Following the smell of cherries, it leads me to the hallway bathroom. Just as the door unlocks and begins to open, I rush in, forcing Andy to take a surprised step backward as she gasps.
"What are you doing here?"
Locking the door behind me, I turn to face her. "I need you."
Understanding flashes in her eyes. "Oh yeah? Are you that desperate for me?" she taunts, fingers already unbuttoning her little shorts, shoving them down her wide hips along with the red bikini bottoms.
"Fuck, baby." I rush toward her, and our lips connect in a frenzy, desperate for each other. Her fingers make quick work of undoing my pants and shoving them and my boxers down my ass far enough for my cock to spring free, hard, hot, and ready between us.
She wraps her hand around my shaft, squeezing me and earning a groan from me as she begins pumping me in her soft hand.
Moaning into her mouth, I tangle my tongue with hers, fingers brushing against the soft curls between her legs before spreading her pussy lips apart and diving in. I push two fingers knuckle deep inside of her, my other hand slipping underneath her shirt to grab her heavy tit, rolling her hard nipple between my fingers, pinching until she's crying.
"Fuck me, Declan. Right now. I need you inside me."
"Turn around, baby." She obeys me, turning to face the vanity mirror and stepping out of her bottoms. Placing her hands on the counter, she leans forward, spreads her thighs, and tilts her ass back toward me.
I give her ass a hard slap, and she yelps. The sight of the red handprint on her ass only urges me on, making my dick even harder. Grabbing one of her legs, I raise it up to set it on the counter to allow me better access.
Lining myself up with her entrance, I hold onto her hips, then with one rough thrust, I force into her, filling her to the hilt.
She gasps, eyes crossing as a loud moan escapes her open mouth.
"Quiet, baby. Your moans are mine. Can't have anyone else hearing them." I remove one of my hands from her hips and bring it to her lips. I shove the two fingers that I used to rub her pussy inside of her mouth, and she sucks without needing to be told.
"Rub your clit for me. This will be quick." While she sucks my fingers, soft tongue tracing the digits, I hold her in place and pound into her, my eyes never leaving her reflection in the mirror.
Skin-on-skin slapping fills the air, along with our panting and heavy breathing. The hand she slipped between her body and the counter rubs her clit vigorously.
Her tight walls suck me deeper, tight and warm around me. Her pussy is begging to soon be full of my cum.
I can feel the moment her climax nears. Her walls tighten, her eyes roll, and her mouth hangs open, forgetting about sucking my fingers as she drools. As her body jerks with the build-up, the movement of her fingers becomes sloppy and uneven.
Pushing her hand away, I replace it with mine, massaging the hard bud beneath my fingertips as she chases the orgasm.
"Keep those eyes open, baby. I want you to watch yourself. Watch yourself come and see how fucking perfect you are," I say into her ear, tone heavy and raspy.
She's so fucking wet that her clit is slippery beneath my fingers, but I keep my rhythm, fucking her in perfect sync with my thrusts.
My balls tighten, a familiar warmth returning to the bottom of my spine as we both chase our high. "Fuck, baby. We're almost there."
"Fill me up, Declan. Come with me." She pants, eyelids heavy, and stares at herself in the mirror, just like I told her to do.
Such a good fucking girl.
Her body twitches, a scream climbing up her throat that I quickly silence with my hand as I reach my release, moaning heavily into her ear as I explode. My cock twitches, and I paint her walls with my cum. Buried so fucking deep inside of her that she has no choice but to accept every drop. Her greedy pussy throbs, milking me of everything I have.
I carefully pull out of her so I don't make a mess on the floor. She winces at the loss of me, slowly setting her leg down on the floor. Turning to face me, she stares at me as a slow grin spreads across her swollen pink lips.
Her grin glistens with drops of drool from sucking my fingers, so I lean in and lick it before pressing a kiss to her lips.
"You always feel so fucking good." I kiss her again. Grabbing some toilet paper, I pull up my boxers and pants, then kneel in front of her, prepared to clean up the glistening mess between her legs, but she stops me.
"I want to feel you inside of me all day. And we'll have to sit there knowing your cum is dripping out of my pussy," she says, raising her eyebrow as if she expects me to argue, but I don't.
"Yes, mama. Whatever you say." Pressing a kiss to the curls between her legs, I help her into her bottoms and then pull the shorts up to her hips as I stand.
"You are a filthy girl." Instead of responding, she flips her hair over her shoulder, unlocks the door, and struts out of the bathroom—leaving me stunned.
Fuck she's perfect for me.