Chapter Fifty-Four
Ashley
I made my way downstairs at my usual seven a.m. time and was quickly scolded by Sloane when he heard me and walked out of his room using the drugstore cane he’d bought last night.
“I told you to sleep in!”
“It’s kind of hard to sleep in when I have a starving baby to feed,” I said as I set her bouncy chair on the counter and pulled out mixing bowls to make breakfast.
“Let’s try the bottle at her next feeding.”
“We can try, but I’m going to need to pump before she gets hungry.”
“Good thing it’s the weekend and no PT,” he said with a grin. “Maybe after you pump, you can grab a nap while I feed her.”
“Yeah, maybe,” I said noncommittally.
I hadn’t wanted to have the discussion with Sloane in the middle of the night for a few reasons—one, we were both tired. Two, I appreciated that he wanted to help me and didn’t want to shit on that, so I wasn’t exactly sure how to say, “you’re not physically capable of caring for her yet,” without hurting his feelings. I had no doubt he would be someday, but he wasn’t ready today.
I thought all the answers would come to me when the sun came up.
They hadn’t. But I held out hope that an idea would pop in my head before Millie got hungry again.
I wasn’t opposed to him trying to feed her; I just had no idea if she’d even take a bottle. And even if she did, after she was finished and burped, she’d need to be changed and put down in her crib for a nap. Both things he wasn’t able to do yet.
Maybe I’d just feign napping on the couch and “wake up” when it was time to change her diaper.
Even though I tried to act normal around the other guys as I made breakfast, Sloane took every opportunity to lay claim to Millie’s paternity.
“How’s my baby girl today?” he asked her with a broad smile and wide eyes.
She mimicked him with her own bright eyes and smile, and you’d have thought she’d said her first word at six weeks—and it was dada.
“Did you see that? She smiled at me! She knows I’m her dad.”
“She smiles at me all the time,” grumbled Stu as he took a bite of the omelet I’d set in front of him. “Does that mean she thinks I’m her dad, too?”
“Be nice,” I said with my hand on Stu’s shoulder. “He hasn’t spent as much time with her as you have.”
“Whose fault is that?”
My hands went to my hips as I admonished, “Stuart Laughlin! Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?”
“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I didn’t sleep very well last night.”
Oh dang.
I hoped he hadn’t heard Millie downstairs. Or worse, me when I came on Sloane’s face.
Still, I played innocent.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Were you having pain?”
“Not really. I just couldn’t fall asleep, for whatever reason. I ended up watching TV all night.”
“Maybe you and Ash can both get a nap later,” Sloane said from where he still stood next to Millie.
“I hope you didn’t order anything from those late-night infomercials,” I teased.
“I gotta spend my money on something,” he replied. “I haven’t had any expenses in over a year, but I’m still getting a paycheck.”
“The only good thing about living in a tent,” Sloane chimed in with a grin. “The military doesn’t charge you rent.”
“Or when they’re trying to piece you back together in the hospital like Humpty Dumpty,” Crash added as he sat down at the kitchen table.
I looked at the three men, all quietly dealing with their losses in different ways, and it hit me how much they’d sacrificed so me and Millie could have the freedoms I so often took for granted.
I kissed the top of Crash’s head as I walked by him.
“I’m glad they were able to put you back together, Humpty.”
“Me too.”
“What can I make you for breakfast?”
“You’re not our short-order cook,” Sloane declared. “Aren’t we supposed to be learning how to fend for ourselves?”
I knew he was just trying to look out for me, so I tried to be gentle when I answered, “Yes, but we all deserve a break every now and then.”
“You’ve cooked breakfast every morning since I’ve gotten here.”
“Usually with help from one of you.”
“Pffft. Getting ingredients from the refrigerator is hardly what I’d consider ‘help’.”
“And you guys always clean up.”
“I don’t know what you’re bitching about,” Stu groused from his chair at the table. “You don’t even put your dishes in the dishwasher.”
“Well, I’m ditching my walker starting today, so I’ll be pulling my weight from now on.” He looked directly at me when he added, “Or at least trying to.”
I smiled. “I know. Just be patient with yourself. Rome wasn’t built in a day.”
****
Sloane
Millie wanted absolutely nothing to do with the bottle I tried to give her, and by the time I was willing to throw in the towel, she was screaming at the top of her lungs.
Ashley tried with the bottle for less than a minute before acquiescing and nursing her.
“We’ll keep trying,” she said when she looked over and found me watching her with a frown.
“Okay. When you’re finished, I think you should try to get a nap.” I looked around to make sure we were alone before I continued, “I kept you up pretty late last night and hope to do it again, tonight.”
“A deal’s a deal…”
My plan was to make sure the orgasm count was always uneven, in her favor. Then she’d have an excuse to keep coming to my room at night.
Around nine-thirty that night, I sent her a text.
Me: Can you come down and help me with some hip flexor stretches?
Ashley: Of course. That’s what I’m here for. I’ll be down after I get Millie comfortable.
Had it not been for the smiling devil face she attached, I might have believed she thought I was serious about the stretches.
I’d just gotten out of the shower with a towel still wrapped around my waist when there was a soft knock on my door.
“Come in.”
She slipped in and quickly closed the door behind her, greeting me with a shy smile as she did.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” I returned the greeting as I held on to my mattress for support.
I’d already had a semi, just thinking about her coming to my room again, but when she opened her silky black robe and revealed she was naked underneath as she walked toward me, my cock sprung to life, tenting my towel.
Something she noticed judging by the cocky grin on her face, and the way she boldly reached underneath the fabric to fist my dick in her hand.
As she glided her soft hand up and down my shaft, she whispered, “We’re going to have to do something about this before we can work on your stretches.”
“I have a few ideas about what we could do for that.”
She pressed against my chest with one hand while pulling the towel away with the other. Once I’d sat on the bed, she dropped to her knees between my thighs and murmured, “So do I.”
My pulse raced with anticipation, and I found myself holding my breath while waiting for her next move.
Her soft hands ran up my thighs and over my balls. Then she gripped my dick and held my gaze when she lowered her face to my lap.
Her tongue swirled around my tip before she closed her eyes and took me in her mouth.
My fingers laced through her long, silky hair, and I pulled it away from her face so I could watch as she took me deeper.
“Fuuuuck, Ash.”
I had no choice but to close my eyes because I might have busted a nut right then if I kept watching. My little baby mama was the sexiest woman on the damn planet.
And her mouth on my cock was going to be my undoing.
I lightly tugged on her hair, and she lifted her face to look at me.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, baby. Just the opposite. You need to stop or I’m going to come.”
The corner of her mouth turned up.
“Isn’t that the point?”
“Okay, yeah, but not after five minutes.”
I tapped my thighs.
“Why don’t you get on? I have condoms in the nightstand.”
Her eyebrows went to her hairline.
“You have condoms?”
“I bought some last night when I bought my cane.” I knew she was going to blast me for being presumptuous, so I winked and continued, “I was trying to manifest you in my bed.”
She rolled her eyes at me as she stood up.
“I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
“Obviously I haven’t either, but I assume you’re not on birth control yet?”
“No, but I’m breast feeding and that’s about as effective as birth control, so I should be okay for another few months until I go back on it.”
I gave her a soft smile. “Well, you were on birth control before, and look how that turned out.”
She let out a small chuckle. “Yeah, but there’s no chance Millie is going to let me miss a feeding, so, breastfeeding is actually probably more effective for me.”
I’d wondered about that ever since finding out about Millie.
“Well,” I waggled my eyebrows at her. “I’m willing to risk it if you are.”
I had every intention of pulling out, just to be safe.
She crawled up onto the mattress next to me and gestured to the pillows at the head of the bed.
“To borrow your phrase, spread your legs and get comfortable.”
****
Ashley
I straddled his waist and slowly lowered myself onto his hard cock.
“Fuuuuck,” he moaned when he was seated deep inside. “Baby, you feel so fucking good.”
With my head thrown back, eyes closed, and my hands on his chest, I slowly rolled my hips and rode him like a dirty cowgirl.
I felt his fingers slip between us, and he massaged my clit as I bounced up and down.
My legs widened on their own volition, and I let out a low moan when I felt my orgasm creep up my body from my toes.
“That’s it, sweetness,” he encouraged. “Ride my cock.”
He rubbed my little pearl to match my tempo and soon my entire body went taut as I teetered on the razor’s edge.
His deep voice commanded, “Come for me, baby,” and that was all it took to push me over.
As the climax pulsed through my body, I dropped forward onto his chest. Sloane wrapped his arms around me and rapidly thrust up so his balls smacked my ass. Then he moved his hands to my hips and pulled me down tight against him as he grunted his release.
Hearing him come was so damn sexy.
We lay there for a minute, catching our breath, and the next thing I knew, he’d flipped me onto my back, so he was hovering over me, staring into my eyes.
Without a word, he lowered his mouth to mine, and I felt powerless to stop him.
Probably because I didn’t want to.
Even as the alarm bells were going off in my head to break the kiss, his soft lips against mine quelled every argument I was having with myself.
Soon, my arms wove around his neck while we made out like teenagers, and I found myself grinding against him as his cum dripped down my thighs.
What was it about Sloane Davidson that made me abandon all my inhibitions and insecurities?
****
Sloane
So much for pulling out.
With her head on my chest, I traced circles up and down her spine as I warred with myself to keep my mouth shut and let her fall asleep.
It was taken out of my hands when our sweet baby’s cries came through the baby monitor.
When Ashley sat up, I suggested, “Why don’t you bring her down here again.”
She shook her head. “Not tonight. You need your rest.”
I wanted to argue but I knew I needed to tread lightly.
“Okay,” I said before planting a kiss on her lips. “I’ll see you in the morning.”