Chapter 12
Nolan
I toss away the piece of wood I’m currently holding on another annoyed grunt at the same time I hit the woman carrying our child with a sour scowl. “And how is you sitting on Kid’s old bed judgin’ me about not reading the instructions helpin’?”
Rabbit’s brows mirthfully pull together. “I didn’t say I was gonna help.”
“You don’t think you should help?”
“I think you should read the instructions, so you don’t need my help, Mutt.” She resumes the frantic writing she’s doing on the top of her bare foot with a crooked grin. “Or wait until Kid finishes his Pimp My Minivan playdate with his favorite non-you gearhead.”
Another grunt of displeasure shakes my torso.
Kid having his mechanic friend here in our garage is a good thing.
Mostly.
I don’t have anything against Boat other than the fact he has this obnoxious fucking habit of reminding me just how old I am.
And not in a fun way.
Honestly?
I don’t even think the little shit realizes he does it.
His accidental pokes are basically the equivalence of a tire running over a nail near a construction site.
Unexpected and inconvenient.
Forfuckssake why doesn’t simp stand for simple?
Why is that not the immediate fucking choice?
“Still pissy you had no idea what they were talking about?”
The mirth in her voice has me glaring once more.
“If it makes you feel any better, I had no idea what a Ferrari Purosangue was either.”
“I knew what it was.”
“Except that it’s an SUV and not a car.”
My lingering displeasure effortlessly deepens. “Shouldn’t you be working?”
“I am waiting for work,” informs Rabbit, writing moving towards the space near her toes.
“The funeral home that handled November’s services wants someone to check out their accounting records and possibly see if there’s room for an expansion or how to get room to make that happen.
” Her scribbling momentarily ceases to meet my stare.
“Kind of like I’m doing for Posie but with a much higher fee. ”
This time I grunt in amusement.
Rabbit working from home versus having to worry about her going to an office definitely brings us ease.
Especially considering we haven’t heard dick about Mother Screws Loose.
There have been no reports filed for missing Mcfuckface.
No reports filed for any human remains found.
Hell, there haven’t even been any reports filed about the vehicle he rented.
Or bought.
Whichever it was.
It’s almost like everything about him disappeared when he did.
I wanna find relief in that but can’t.
So, for now?
I’m finding it in knowing exactly where the two people I love most are at all times.
One is downstairs ripping out interior to our future family vehicle while the other is sitting panty less on the edge of the bed, flashing me her cunt, like I don’t have shit else to concentrate on.
“Why isn’t the construction crew here?” Rabbit’s chin plops down on her bent knee. “Are they still on Christmas break?”
“Plans changed, which means they have to be resubmitted to the town and the county for new approval.”
“What changed?”
“Both commercial and residential. I wanna turn this whole place into work shit. Turn our current bedrooms into offices.” Picking up one of the bars I’m fairly certain is a side piece precedes me announcing.
“I want you to have your own space to get your shit done versus having to finagle your shit into our shit.” The urge to abandon this crib building project grows.
“Plus, I want us to have somewhere new. Somewhere not tainted by dead bodies and crazy exes.”
Her expression immediately softens.
“We’ve got enough land to build a house from scratch on, so we are.”
“And by we…you mean the contractors, right? Not you.”
“Unfortunately.” Additional grouchiness makes itself heard in my tone. “I can’t exactly tow shit and help in the garage and assist in the van build and cook dinner and get us to doctors appointments and protect our family and build our fucking house.”
“Aw,” she mockingly coos, “Mr. Incredible is grumpy he can’t do everything he wants to do.”
There’s no stopping me from pointing the thin, round piece of wood at her. “ Don’t make me spank you with this. ”
Rabbit’s teeth steal a tiny bite of her bottom lip.
“ Is that what you want? ” Hunger doesn’t hesitate to replace the frustration from having too many pieces and not enough direction. “ You want me to put that ass over my lap and punish you for giving me fuckin’ lip? ”
The sight of her inner thighs briefly squeezing together is what prompts me to slowly stand.
Cross the short distance.
Flop down onto the edge of the mattress and yank her by the hair across my lap.
Despite knowing she’s not that pregnant yet, I adjust her frame so that the majority of her midsection is dangling in the gap between my spread legs.
I’d never intentionally hurt our child.
Or her.
We should probably ask Val when our rough sessions should stop.
Not sure if that should be an in the office question or out.
They probably don’t make notes about that shit in your file but still.
Rabbit tauntingly wiggles her hips as if reminding me that she’s impatiently waiting, a movement that leads to me quickly swatting her ass.
Between her needy whimper and cheeks jiggling, it’s impossible not to repeat the barbaric action.
Or stop my cock from stirring.
Swelling.
Convincing me to pop her beautiful, round backside a third time.
“ Is this what you wanted, you dirty, little slut? ” Another whack lands across her perky cheeks.
“ Is this what you fuckin’ needed? ” Once more the object creates a delicious cracking sound that reverberates around the small space.
“ Is that why you’re tryin’ to hump my goddamn leg?
” I deliver my next pop, groaning during her moaning.
“ Is that why this pretty, little cunt of yours is fuckin’ begging for me to put somethin’ in it?
” Red stripes appearing is almost more enticing than the wetness I can see beginning to cover her pussy.
“ Cryin’ for my fuckin’ cock? ” Steady slapping is used to accentuate my command. “ Answer. ” Whack. “ Me. ”
“ Yes, ” pants Rabbit on a desperate rock backwards.
“ Yes, ” the object is swung across the sensitive stretch again, “ what? ”
“ Yes, Sir, ” she airily corrects, voice aimed at the floor underneath us.
“ Such a pretty, fuckin’ whore, ” I compliment while lazily dragging the edge of the tool between her thighs.
“ Soakin’ my fuckin’ jeans. ” Teasing presses spark louder cries.
Clumsier bucks. “ And look at this little hole back here… ” The spherical part of the object rolls around the tight ring of muscle causing it to contract.
“ Fuckin’ winking at me. ” A tad bit of pressure is applied. “ It wants dick too, doesn’t it? ”
Rabbit’s choppy breathing gets unexpectedly interrupted, “ Be a good girl. ” My attention lifts to see The Kid leaning against the door frame, arms folded, headed angling itself lower to lock gazes with her. “ Answer, Sir. ”
Somehow her response is both barely audible and crystal clear. “ Yes. ”
Executing another sharp strike to the reddening territory catches each of them off guard given how they each gasp.
The sound, similar to the view of them both practically vibrating in place, pulls the corner of my lips upwards.
Convinces me to spank her again.
And again.
And again.
To steadily smack and watch his legs buckle like he’s the one receiving the paddling instead of her.
Maybe I’ll do him next.
“ Be the filthy, little fuck that you are ,” I gravelly instruct when I abandon the flogging motions for a second round of light nudging, loving the way her juices soak the wood, “ and get the lube. ”
Having him pull out a miniature bottle from his pocket has my cock swelling to the point of fucking pain.
I love that he carries that shit around.
That he’s always ready for me.
Us.
To fuck or be fucked.
Carelessly abandoning the wooden object is followed by sloppily drizzling the cold gel along the crack of her ass as well as the back of her lower lips.
Using my two fingers, I not only smear the liquid assist around, wanting it to mix with the wetness she’s leaking, I roughly dart the digits inside her asshole, hissing when she hisses.
Gnarling when she whimpers.
Curling them when she shivers.
“ You want more, you nasty, little whore? ” Burying them deeper is done in tandem with Kid letting his grease-stained jeans drop to his ankles. “ Beg. ”
“ Please, ” leaves Rabbit the second the order is given. “ Please, fuck me. ” Her lack of dictating who or where encourages us both to grin. “ Please, fill me. ” She does her best to toss a look in our direction. “ Please, come in me. ”
“ She’s such a good girl, Sir, ” Kid praises, his own breath already labored. “ Such good manners. ”
I free my fingers so that they can aid in winding around his shaft. “ You wanna reward her? ” Guiding him into the slightly stretched space cuts off both of their breaths. “ Then give her your fuckin’ load. ”
Deep, dark grumbles barely precede him savagely latching his fingers onto the sensitive skin and ruthlessly thrusting forward. Keeping my legs steady around his incessant diving is a difficult task, yet one made easier by winding my fingers through our woman’s hair.
Yanking it back.
Timing my tugs and toe curling to that of his impatient thrashing.
“ Fuckkkkk ,” thoughtlessly creeps out of me into the air as I watch his body ceaselessly contort to keep his cock disappearing into her most libidinous depths. “ Pound that ass, you filthy, little shit. ”
An almost unrecognizable grunt is expelled in return.
“ Punish her. ”
Rabbit’s trembling instantly increases throughout her entire body, requiring me to pull tighter.
Stiffen my legs harder.
“ Reward her. ”
He sucks in an unsteady breath at the same time his stroking becomes erratic.
“ Split that slut in two. ”
“ Fuck! ” barks Kid prior to pulling her by the ass into his frantic fucking, forcing my legs to follow suit.
Sway her to him with no way of getting reprieve.
No possibility of having so much as a second to recover.
“ Fuckkkk! ”
Seeing his nails curl into the red flesh tightens my balls.
Tempts me into demanding to take her place.
“ You want that cum, baby? ” One hand executes an unpredicted spank to her ass cheek. “ You want Sir to lick that cum out of you while I suck his cock? ”
“ Fuck, I want that, ” I confess in a hot huff. “ I want that shit right fuckin’ now. ”
Kid pumps again and again, yet it’s the third that’s accompanied by his head snapping up to the ceiling on a body shaking bellow. “ Fuckkkkkkkk! ”
“ Such a filthy fucking sound. ” Not wolfishly smirking while watching his vagarious final jerks is impossible. “ One of my favorites… ”
The sight of his chest rapidly heaving and his strained figure uncontrollably trembling and Rabbit’s plump, red stained ass jiggling threatens to get me coming long before his lips are where I need them to be.
Thankfully, he reads my mind.
Pitilessly pushes me backwards.
Helps plop our cum dripping fiancée like a ragdoll onto my mouth.
Thrusting my tongue into her receives screams and tremors and instant pulsations that I immediately mirror the second my pants are down and Kid’s, scorching hot, wet mouth closes around my cock. Regardless of doing everything possible to hold back, there’s no stopping my hips from rising.
Or nuts from clapping.
Or dick from kicking as surges of cum are swallowed to the same unremitting speed that I’m gulping.
You know what?
“Mr. Incredible” may be grumpy that he can’t do everything he wants to do, but he also knows that there’s one thing with two people that no matter what happens, he’ll always make time to do.
Sometimes even twice before dinner.