2 The Meet the Family
Beau
Dash wanted a show. Why did I even pretend to let myself believe we could make this a quick sexy time? We no longer went at it like rabbits. These days we cherished our alone time. I dipped to take him back in my mouth. When the burst of tangy pre-come hit my tongue, I knew Dash’s best efforts to slow this down were fizzling fast. For me, I coated my mouth with his essence, savoring Dash’s undeniable pleasure.
I caressed the fingertips of my free hand against the soft skin of his thigh then on to his sac, fondling the weight in my palm. With a lick around his base, I glided up to his bulbous head, priming to take Dash’s cock deep down my throat. It wouldn’t be much longer than that. The sensual groan that followed had me giving his balls a pressured tug. The action was one of his favorites, and his body reacted in kind.
“Damn that feels good. It won’t be long.” I followed the guidance of the only man I had ever truly loved, the only one I had ever experienced intimacy with. I’d had the best, nothing compared. I swallowed him whole, my lips sliding down the velvet steel I’d just made wet.
“Fuck,” Dash murmured. My gaze rose to meet his. I wasn’t sure when the end would arrive, but I sensed it was drawing near. The blunt tips of his fingernails scraped across my scalp as I pulled completely off his rigid length.
“Pick up the pace, baby,” he breathed above me, beginning to work his hips with my thrusts.
I swallowed him to the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Beau-baby.” Dash was so damned long I couldn’t take him too far down my throat, but I was going deeper each time. In that effort, I pumped Dash’s cock in and out of my mouth, managing more each time.
My airway blocked. My mouth watered, helping to take him even deeper. My eyes bulged, yet I kept going. The idea of enhancing Dash’s experience, giving all I could give, turned me the fuck on. The heady lust had my heart hammering as my dick swelled, and my toes curled. My fist followed my mouth, rising and falling with each pass. The entire time, I pinched and tugged at his sac. My reward was the deep sensual moan, his hips driving his cock further down my throat. I was doing exactly what he wanted.
Oh yeah. This stolen moment of good-morning sex caused me to piston my head up and down, seeking oxygen where I could, and finding the rhythm that was all us.
“Damn, loosen your jaw, baby. Make today the day,” Dash hissed, his thumb tenderly caressing my jaw. I tried to do what he asked, relaxing my mouth and swallowing deeper. It worked, I took Dash to the root. This time, the tip of my nose mingled in the soft thatch of hair.
What a rush. Breathing didn’t seem to matter. His balls seized, drawing tightly up. Psychedelic swirls became my vision. Haze clouded my thoughts. My throat tightened as he gave an abrupt pitch of the hips. “My fucking God. Beau-baby, I’m close.”
His release exploded with his cock still lodged down my throat. Today was an all-time first for us. How did this feel so damned good? The wet slurping sounds were even a turn on, causing me to grip my cock, squeezing tighter. Dash’s hips slowed, his unintelligible words encouraged me to stay the course. I’d never imagined anything this sexy. I was dominated by everything Dash.
A magically sated feeling rushed through me as I tumbled to the mattress. I took a deep inhale that felt exhilaratingly wonderful.
Minutes passed in this euphoria. The only sound that broke through the daze was hearing West stirring in his crib. He was such a sweet-natured little guy. It’d take a few minutes for him to cry for attention. The other noises indicated the calm home was moments away from chaos.
With a burst of energy that came from a hidden secret reserved stash for moments like these, I launched myself out of bed, shaking the sated fog from my head. A quick look over my shoulder revealed that Dash was still coasting on the high of his orgasm. A smile tugged at my lips. That must have been spectacular for him. Usually, he’d be the first one of us out of bed, ready to do mornings with the kids.
I entered the bathroom just as Dixie burst inside through the doggie door. Duke was on her heels. They generally competed to see which one could get through the opening first. Dixie won nine times out of ten.
“Mornin’, you two,” I said. Their tails wagged while they pranced at my feet. That excitement used to be reserved for me, but now they were telling me to open the bedroom door so they could greet their children. Even West enjoyed the play time they shared.
I quickly splashed cold water over my face and swished it through my mouth. I’d have to rub one off as soon as I got the chance. In a calculated move, somehow managing to keep the chuckle on the inside, I reached for one of Dash’s pretty decorative towels and ran it over my face. They were reserved to make the room pretty, a prop like a picture on the wall, a concept he explained to me regularly. I reached for my robe, putting it on as I went to the bedroom door, the dogs making it there before me.
“Do you hear West?” Dash asked, his voice husky and sated. When he used our little guy’s name, Duke and Dixie went on full alert, positioning themselves in the direction of his bedroom on the second floor. Now that the dogs had a focus, nothing would stop them. Once the door opened, they’d bolt through the house, prancing around the base of the stairs, waiting to get past the child safety gate to greet the children good morning. Dash was still where I left him, pants pushed down to his thighs, his limp dick still content from my fantastic blow job. An arm hung over his eyes.
“Do you think our sex makes the dogs sad?” Dash asked.
My eyes narrowed at the silly question and it burrowed into my brain like a pesky earwig. Now I’d be wondering about it all day. I didn’t like the idea of my dogs being down in the dumps due to all the crazy good sex I received. Dammit. I tossed the edge of a blanket over Dash as I passed by. “I don’t know. Maybe. I’m about to open the door. Why does every day have to begin at sunrise in the morning?”
“Wait for me. I’ll come with you.” Yet, he didn’t budge an inch.
“Meet us in the kitchen.” As I opened the door, our girls with their house shoes and robes on, blonde hair springing free from their braids, were running toward me, giant smiles on their faces. Only the placement of their birthmarks distinguished them.
“They’re awake,” Livie yelled like it was Christmas morning. Duke sprang forward, rocketing toward them like a furry missile. The collision was a daily occurrence, sending all three tumbling while somehow creating a fluffy cushion to absorb their falls. It felt like a reunion after ages apart, not a few nighttime hours. Duke’s tail wagged happily, thumping against the floor until everyone was upright again. Ava’s shoe had mysteriously ended up between his teeth. Dixie let the chaos happen, sitting on her haunches, waiting for the scene to end.
Even though we were going on three years with the girls in the house, about eleven hundred days, I was still taken by their excitement with life. Their mom was blonde like Dash, pretty in the same ways he was. The girls shared all of his great traits, including the bright blue eyes.
“Daddy’s still tryin’ to sleep,” I said, waving a hand toward our bedroom. “Go get him. Tell him happy birthday and tickle him.”
“Dammit.” Dash let out a disgruntled groan, and the bedroom sounded like a wildlife observatory. I couldn’t hold back a grin as those bedcovers rustled, and Dash’s body thrashed about. I knew he was rocketing those pajama pants on faster than a speeding bullet.
“I’ll get him, Amelia,” I called to the real superhero in our house. She flashed me with a warm smile while I tightened the knot on my robe and let out a yawn. The signs of age had begun to settle on her face, and I genuinely wished for her well-being. She took care of us as if we were the joy of her world. I hoped she felt the same love from us.
“His bottle’s ready.” As if West tried to hurry us up, he burst out with a small infant cry.
I didn’t know how long we’d have that newborn cry, but it warmed my heart as I took the bottle and pivoted to the foyer, and up the sweeping staircase, two steps at a time.
“Scott’s pulling up.”
“Tell him I’ll meet him at the office after we have breakfast,” I said. Ever since the kids arrived on the scene—and our three girls arrived almost immediately after we moved in—the house had been babyproofed in every way. Back then, Dash and I went way overboard, making me now have to climb over an oversized gate at the top of the stairs while holding my cock and balls to keep from getting pinched like so many times before.
“Shh, West,” I murmured as I gently pushed open his bedroom door. Overall, he was a good little guy. His tear-filled eyes met mine, curiosity flickered over his face, wondering what I was about this morning. As if he hadn’t just called me up. I placed the bottle on his dresser and moved to the side of the crib, smiling down at my son. “Good mornin’. How’d you sleep last night? It had to be at least four hours this time. I’m proud of you.”
He stretched his tiny arms over his big head. Well, at least he tried to. His fists actually reached his hairline. I patted his diaper, checking what needed to be done there and lifted him into my arms. “I told your sisters to tickle your dad for his birthday. All those little hands coming at him at once. Someday you’ll appreciate these stories,” I said, lifting his fist for a high five. “Maybe I should’ve told them to jump on the bed. That always drives your dad crazy.”
“Beau!” Dash called from the first floor as I began to change West. Our gazes connected. He had a way of looking into the deepest, most peaceful parts of me. If old souls existed, West surely had one. He regularly overwhelmed me, drawing out a sense of contentment I didn’t know was there.
Just as I snapped his onesie back together, I heard the girls squealing, their footsteps pounding down the hallway. Dash was on their tail, moaning as if he pretended to be a zombie. Another set of feet—booted this time—stomped up the staircase. I went for West’s bottle, waiting for everyone’s entry.
“He’s in here, Daddy.” The girls’ laughter and shrieks filled the room as they ran to hide behind me, presumably to avoid being eaten by the zombie hot on their trail. Dash made it around the doorframe, looking adorably disheveled with his arms stuck out, head rocking back and forth, making grunts and groans. Screams bounced off the sheetrock as they ran past him to get away. None of it bothered West who cooed happily in my arms.
Dash dropped the act. The days of him always having perfect hair and immaculate style were harder to find. I loved this new Dash and the precious moments he created.
“Amelia sent me up,” Scott said from the doorway. The girls gathered around his legs for protection.
“Uncle Scott’s here, Paw,” Livie announced as if it weren’t obvious.
“Happy birthday, Dash,” Scott muttered, looking down at the girls.
“I’ll meet you at the office after breakfast, unless you wanna stay. It’s Amelia’s famous pancakes,” I said, gently brushing West’s lips until he opened for the bottle.
“We’ll be out by then,” Scott replied, grinning as he lifted his gaze to mine. “We scheduled our charter an hour early today.”
Dang it, I’d forgotten. The day was rearranged to get me home by noon to spend the rest of the day with Dash. We had an entire day and night of celebration planned, including Amelia, the kids, and Scott’s family. I quickly transferred West to Dash without my little guy losing his meal.
“Paw’s late for work.” I smiled down at Livie, giving a play by play for anyone who didn’t understand what was happening.
“I gotta go. I’ll be home early. Be good and be ready,” I said to their upturned faces.
Amelia was a real pro at the hair braid, but nothing could hold together through their tossing and turning at night. Factor in tickle time, and their tendrils of curls sprang out every direction, making them cuter than normal.
“I’ll have the boat ready for the firework show tonight.” As if they had only just heard the plan, all three began bouncing with excitement. They absolutely loved our boat trips, and I’d done my best to foster a love of the ocean. Even so, they were strangely girly considering the strong masculine presence in their lives. I suspected, as they grew older, Mia would be the one to accompany me on my adventures. We’d see.
Dash’s brows knitted together. “I liked the idea of you being home all day. Let me see if Amelia’s started breakfast. Maybe we could go to the café while Paw works this morning.”
“Amelia’s plannin’ to have a birthday breakfast on the patio. Lauren’s bringin’ their kids. They want to swim,” I explained, maybe delivering more bad news. There were ten kids between both of our families. Dash was always the center of attention, playing tirelessly until either he or the children gave out. “Y’all be good for Dad,” I said, and bit the bullet to the conversation. By law, Scott couldn’t take the charter without me on board to help, or someone there. We couldn’t hire anyone, because we weren’t even paying for ourselves yet. On my way out, I leaned in, giving Dash a quick kiss on the lips.
“Lauren wants me to remind you of the reservations at Chuck E. Cheese so the animatronics can sing happy birthday to Dash,” Scott said, yawning to a jaw-cracking effect. The girls responded with another round of excited bounces. “We’ll meet y’all there.”
“I can’t tell you the joy,” Dash deadpanned, but I knew he was genuinely excited about the time spent together.
I bent for a peck and left the room. Dash and the girls followed.
“We need to get dressed so we can eat, play, then swim.” At Dash’s pronouncement, the girls walked more subdued. They’d have to endure hair brushing before braiding again. Their least favorite thing. Though I wasn’t sure if it was the brush or sitting patiently they actually disliked more.
“Give me five minutes, and I’ll meet you at the dock,” I said, hearing Amelia coming up the elevator to help Dash. I went the other way, following Scott over the gate.
“I’m grabbin’ a thermos of coffee. Meet me there. They’re probably waitin’ on us.” He cut to the right toward the kitchen. I went left to our room.
“Take a Red Bull for me. If there are cinnamon rolls, take a couple, and I want one.” I’d forgotten how much Dash enjoyed the TikTok cinnamon roll recipe. Amelia made them twice a year. Today was one of those times. I might grab one too. The devious plan made me smile. Dash believed six of the rolls were for him. He’d be frustrated with me for taking three, meaning our kids wouldn’t eat, or that I won. I did a triumphant fist pump, keeping my excitement close to my chest.