Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
EMMETT
Before Mom passed away, I remember her explaining that it wasn’t until she had me and Beau that she truly understood what my grandma had meant when she said that having a baby was equivalent to being ripped from a warm bed in the dead of night and dunked into an ice-cold bath.
No one and nothing can prepare you for the biggest shock you’ll ever experience, both mentally and physically.
Never has a baby been born with a bespoke instruction manual on the best way to keep them happy and safe.
Every parent or guardian is flying without a net, trying to figure shit out on next to no sleep and, for a lot of women, with a healing body that has been through a traumatic birth.
These past two days have been my own personal ice bath and a brief insight into Billie’s daily life.
Earlier today, I strapped Blake to my chest, and we went hiking around the Catskills. Being alone with nature and my girls for hours were some of the best ones of my life so far, but also some of the most revealing.
No one warns you that just because you’re up the side of a mountain, a baby won’t poop or need to feed and that finding a flat boulder to lay a changing mat on could take way longer than you first anticipated.
Changing Blake’s diaper was a two-person job, but Billie made it look like she was pulling off a saucer pass in her sleep.
When she sat in my lap and we agreed to be together, I was in awe of my girlfriend. Now, I have no doubt that she’s the strongest woman I’ve ever met.
If my mom were still here, she’d tell me to “put a ring on that girl’s finger before some other man snaps her up.
” Over and over, she would repeat her warning until I finally got down on one knee and asked Billie to be my wife.
Mom never had the chance to meet Billie or Blake, but when she did meet Maria, her plea was very different.
My parents wanted me to take my time to make sure that she was the one.
With the benefit of hindsight and life experience, I think that’s the reason why we eloped in Vegas.
Maria had kept telling me that she didn’t want a fuss, and I couldn’t see any logical reason why we had to wait.
It felt like true love, but the truth is, I’ve only started to appreciate what that looks like over the past couple of months.
Now, I understand why my parents urged me not to rush. While they never explicitly said that Maria wasn’t right for me, I think they hoped that I would heed their advice and figure that out for myself.
It took me well over a decade to gather the metaphorical pieces together.
There was something always holding me back from walking out of the door for good each time we argued.
We’d tell friends that we were over and then fall right back into the same cycle, each round only getting worse for us both.
Billie and Blake are the final piece in my jigsaw—the reason why I would take a freezing bath straight from my bed and scale every mountain until I found the perfect place to change Blake’s diaper.
Everything I do for them, I don’t question it, and I don’t hear my mom’s familiar voice asking me to think it over before I dive right in.
“Is she sleeping?” Billie’s question filters from over my shoulder as I stand over Blake’s bassinet, her baby monitor in one hand and her metaphorical heart in my other.
Dressed in black sleep shorts and a matching top, Billie glides toward me like an angel would approach you in a dream.
Who knows? Maybe she isn’t from this world, but a figment of my imagination. All I know is, when I set my hands on her hips and pull her body into mine, she sure as shit feels real to me.
We feel real. Indestructible.
Rising onto her tiptoes, she hooks her arms around my neck, brushing our noses together before we kiss.
“I think we wore her out,” I muse, breaking my lips from hers.
Billie rocks back on her heels, suppressing a yawn with the back of her hand. “I feel her on that. I can’t remember the last time I went hiking in the mountains.” She chuckles. “Or exercising in general.”
When I lift her into my arms, she squeals and circles her legs around my waist, and I walk us both into the bathroom.
Her eyes flare wide when she takes in the candles and huge tub, lavender floating over the top, steaming water turned lilac from the bath salts I secretly brought with me.
“W-when did you do all this?”
Setting her down on her feet, I drop to my knees in front of her, fingertips teasing her waistband.
Best fucking view of the day.
She rests her hands on my shoulders, and I edge down her shorts and then remove her top when she lifts her arms overhead.
“Right before I put Blake to bed.”
When she steps out of her bottoms and I toss them to one side, her right hand finds my hair, anticipation tightening her fingers around the roots.
Placing one palm at the small of her back, I lift her left leg over my shoulder, the sweet scent of her warm pussy shooting straight to my dick.
Parting her with my fingers, I breathe in what’s mine.
“I thought I was taking a bath?” She gasps when I circle her clit with the pad of my thumb.
“And we will, but right now …” I rasp, passing my tongue through her cunt in one slow, long lick. “It’s time for Daddy’s princess to be crowned.”
A bigger cry leaves her lungs as my tongue spears her pussy, driving deep to savor her unique taste.
She shakes her head when I suck and bite gently on her clit. “I’m so close, already.”
Good.
Lapping at her entrance, I let Billie’s arousal flow down my throat, passing my tongue over her clit like a needy boy begging for more.
The steam in the bathroom fogs my glasses, but I can still see Billie better with them on, and I appreciate the way her jaw hangs open when I grip her upper thigh, encouraging her hips to grind against my face.
“Mama tastes so fucking good,” I praise, pushing my middle finger into her pussy.
I pump her a few times, and her delicious release slides down my hand when I add another finger and curl them toward her front wall.
Billie tries to speak, but her voice fails under the weight of pleasure, and pride swamps my chest. “I’m c-coming …”
“All over me,” I croon, mesmerized by how wet my girlfriend gets.
When lustful eyes gaze down at me, I tip my chin at the skylight. “Watch the stars while I play with your perfect body.”
Breathless laughter leaves her chest. “You always keep your promises.”
“Always,” I repeat, lifting her into my arms before lowering her satiated body into the bath.
Peaked nipples disappear beneath the water as she lies down in front of me, lavender and bubbles scattered around her face.
She lifts a hand out of the water, crooking her finger at me.
I waste zero time getting naked and climbing into the bath before I’m kneeling between her thighs like I’m praying at an altar.
Asking for forgiveness like the sinful friend I am.
“Straddle me,” I whisper, taking both her hands in mine and pulling her into position.
Long hair sticks to her shoulders, and I kiss my way across them.
“How long have you been on birth control for?”
Trustful eyes drink me in. “Long enough to be protected.”
Billie watches me swallow down her response. I’ve been desperate to fuck without any barriers between us.
“Are you ready to take me bare, or do you need more time?”
With our bodies pressed together like this, I can’t be sure whose heart is racing faster.
“I’m not scared to feel everything. I want you to come inside me.”
“Okay,” I exhale. “I want you to know though that if anything ever happened and you got pregnant with my baby, I—”
“I know you would be there for us, Em,” Billie whispers. “Which is why I trust you so much.”
Wrapping my hands under her ass, I carefully lower her petite frame onto my dick, and both our jaws fall open at the feel of me entering her.
Fingernails dig into my shoulders, and the biting pain is a welcome distraction from my overwhelming urge to shoot straight inside my girlfriend.
Not yet.
Billie’s hips rock over me for the first time, and water splashes over the edge of the oversize tub.
“Attagirl. You’re milking me so well.”
Her skin pebbles, and my balls coil tighter.
“This is the first time I’ve had sex without a condom.” Her confession hangs in the steamy air between us.
I kiss the underside of her jaw. “Not with Tucker?”
Dropping her face into the crook of my neck, she licks a sexy trail along my collarbone. “Never. He always insisted on wearing one. I guess no form of contraception is a hundred percent effective.”
Memories of our conversation in her bed that night come roaring back, specifically when she asked me about having children of my own one day.
Pushing my hips into her, I let Billie feel what she does to me. How much I want this with her.
“Just because now isn’t the right time, that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about getting you pregnant one day.”
I swear to God, her walls tighten around me.
“If you wanted them, I’d give you a hundred of my babies. Just like you’ve given me one of yours.”
My cock grows even harder, both of us dangling on the edge of falling apart.
“Is that what you want one day, Mama? To take my cum and make another baby?”
Even with warm water surrounding us, there’s no mistaking Billie’s orgasm as her pussy spasms around me, a sweet release coating my dick.
“That’s it.” I grin, hands looping around her thighs so I can lift and fuck her suspended body into another high. “Give yourself to me, Bill, and I promise to keep you safe.”
It takes only a few more pumps of my hips before I hold her against my thighs, and our eyes are locked on each other while I shoot inside her for the first time.
Voice barely audible, her soft whispers admit to another orgasm.
A confession of my own rises up my throat, too significant for me to swallow down, like I’ve successfully done in the past. Tonight, it feels right, even if I know how big our next mountain will be.
Taking a big gulp of air, I revel in the way the words trickle from my tongue. “I’m in love with you, Billie Quinn. And when we get back, I’m going to drive to your family home, walk up the driveway, and let Scott know that you’re my girl.”