40. Nicole #3
“Okay, so what do you think? We don’t have to decide right away but we do need to start making some decisions. The longer we leave it the worse it’ll be if we do decide to send him to school. Everyone will already have their friends.”
I don’t want to dominate this conversation. I want this to be a decision we both make together. I’m done being a single parent and alone in this world. Owen and I are doing this life as a unit, and if I want him to propose again, which I do, then I need to show him this too.
“I don’t know if I’m comfortable with him being away from us yet, Nico.” His whispered words, the vulnerability and sadness in that statement, make my heart shatter into a thousand pieces. Him allowing me to see his vulnerable side simply reinforces just how far we’ve come together.
“I know. I’m scared too. But Owen, if we decide to send him to school, we can look at other schools in the borough.
Or we can stay where we were. I’m sure after such a shitshow they’ll be happy to meet all of our requirements to build our trust back up again.
” I try to reassure him. Let him know that whatever we decide, I’m on his side.
“Owen, I don’t know whether it’s best for him to be in school or homeschooled.
The idea of him being away from us, in the hands of people we don’t know, scares the life out of me.
And I know it’s the same for you. But I also know we both want what's best for Lucky. He comes before our fears.” My voice breaks a little and he blows a breath out before speaking.
“You’re right. We’re here for each other and Lucky comes first. Maybe we should sit him down and hear what he has to say.
If he chooses to go to school, we can speak with the headteacher and make sure all our requirements are met like you said.
I need all the CCTV to be working. Only you or I can call the school to say we’re collecting him early.
And we’ll give them a code word that changes after we’ve used it.
But that’s only if we both decide school is the best option. ”
My heart skips a little beat. We’re really doing this. We’re working together, being a team. Here for each other.
I silence the little voice in my head telling me it’s not going to last by telling him, “Okay, Owen. That sounds like a great idea. Now hurry home so we can test out this new toy.”
“I just pulled into the parking lot at Emilia’s office.
I don’t know how long this meeting will be, but I do know I can’t wait to play with you.
” He draws in a long breath, and when he speaks again his voice is filled with that husky tone I love.
“Whiskey Girl, if I close my eyes right now, I can see you. Taste you. Watch you dragging that toy over your tight little nipples. Down your stomach and hesitating at the top of your pussy. Your other hand palming your breast.” My breathing gets deeper and I close my eyes as my clit throbs with a need only Owen can stem.
“You moan as you push it inside your tight little hole, don’t you?
” I nod my head, too lost in his words to reply.
“Answer me, Nico,” he demands, and my eyes snap open as I glance over my shoulder expecting to see him, but I’m still alone.
“Yes, Owen.” My breathy voice tells him just how affected I am by his words.
“I love how your body writhes in ecstasy as you switch it on. The little ears tickling your clit as it surges inside of you, hitting that spot that’s normally reserved for me.
Your fingers pluck at your nipples, your hips start to buck off the bed, meeting the thrusts of your toy, and all the while you’re thinking of me.
Wishing I was there with you. Hoping I’ll burst in the door, shove the toy away from you, and fill you up.
Drag my pierced dick against the walls of your tight little pussy over and over again, until you’re begging me to let you come. Am I right?”
I’m panting and desperate to touch myself, wanting him to settle this urge inside of me. But instead I grip the phone to my ear tightly and murmur. “Uh huh.”
“I want to fuck you so badly right now, Nico. I’ll be as quick as I can. And remember, I’ll know if you’ve used the toy or touched yourself. I want you exploding this pent-up frustration on my dick, not your fingers or a toy. Understand?” he demands as I squirm on the edge of the bed.
I quickly try to scour my brain to remember how words work. “I won’t. But you’ve made it really hard for me.”
He laughs softly. “That should be my line, baby. It’s fucking rock hard for you. I love you.”
His soft words send flutters of happiness through me.
I take another look at myself in the mirror and grin at the flushed tint in my cheeks, at my chest rapidly rising and falling with my panting breaths.
I love looking like this. Knowing that the reason my eyes are ablaze with desire is because of him.
In fact, if he asked me to marry him right now, there would be no hesitation.
And I’d start working on making Lucky’s wish come true straight away.