Epilogue
Blake
“I’ll help you with your calendar afterward,” Trena begs from the living room. “You have to pack for the hospital, Ceci.”
Lennox and I asked her to come over and help us convince Ceci this isn’t one of those things you wing at the last minute. It doesn’t sound like it’s going well despite the thirty minutes she’s been trying.
We’re in the study wrapping up a case we’re consulting on, giving them some space. After all was said and done in Whispering Pines, we tried retiring, but Ceci, Trena, and Mandy insisted we continue working to help youth and young adults who get caught in dangerous paths.
After we moved to Eggplant Canyon, Lennox and Henry stayed in touch. The distance did everyone good. Henry needed time to lick his wounds after getting dumped by Cecilia and Mandy, even though the latter was an extremely short-lived relationship, and he deserved it both times.
Lennox could see how adrift Henry was and fell into the dad roll like a champ, not giving up on his son, which was decidedly easier since Ceci was ours.
Henry was inspired by our new career path and just got his Private Investigator certification.
Ceci gave her approval for us to hire him for remote work gathering intel for cases. She’s totally over him, and with a little more time, I think he’ll come around to our Cecilia situation.
From the other room, Ceci’s repeating the same things she’s been telling us. “I plan on packing when the contractions start. It’ll give me something to do until they’re close enough to go to the hospital.”
“And if you don’t have time? Not all labor is slow.”
Lennox closes the case file. “I thought she’d listen to Trena. She hasn’t even gotten her to the bedroom.”
Ceci says, “Then I’ll call my bestie and ask her to grab stuff for me.”
“Or we could go to your bedroom and I can fill a suitcase right now.”
Ceci mumbles something but doesn’t appear swayed.
“We might have to pack a bag for her and put it in the entry closet,” I say.
“Sounds like a plan. Time to let Trena off the hook.” Lennox gets up and I follow him to the living room.
I go straight to where Ceci’s pacing, get her to stop, and rub her shoulders. Alternating between sitting and moving helps keep her back pain to a minimum.
“What do we have here?” Lennox says from the table where Ceci’s dayplanner is open next to a to-go box Trena must have brought.
“Two conniving daddies who recruited my best friend to pester me.” Ceci smiles at me from over her shoulder.
“No Panties Day?” Lennox grabs the paper planner, brings it to us, and points at the entry to make sure I see it.
“Ceci, what are you doing?” I ask.
“Some-body hijacked last year’s parade.”
Lennox is stern. “You’re going to have a three-month-old baby. You can’t put this together.”
“That’s why I’m organizing it now.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“What is your obsession with not wearing panties?” I say, curtailing the rest of my thought when I remember Trena’s there.
“Nope! I’m out. I know where this kind of talk leads.” Trena grabs her purse and heads for the door. Over her shoulder, she says, “Don’t forget to pack, Ceci.”
Lennox and I thank her for trying while Ceci offers a non-committal “yeah”.
I rub my hands down Ceci’s back and cup her ass cheeks. Indeed she’s commando. “Your fascination with not wearing panties could get you in trouble.”
“Only when I’m around you two.” She takes the planner from Lennox and puts it on the table. Resting against it with her hands behind her, she says, “How about one last lesson before I pack.”
Lennox crosses the room, standing in front of her. “You promise?”
She angles her head up and nods. “Yes, Professor Ackerman.”
Damn! We haven’t done the professor-student thing in a while. Life’s been a whirlwind. But hearing her fall back into it, makes me wish she’d called me the other thing she hasn’t said in a while. I glance at Lennox to gauge his reaction.
He eyes her suspiciously. “To clarify… we have sex right now then you’ll pack.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He was never into the roleplay as much as I was. Good enough for me. I’m flinging clothes as I ask, “What’s on the syllabus for today?”
Lennox undresses, loosely folding his clothes and setting them on the couch.
She grins. “I think we should leave it to the student's choice.”
I’m in front of her fisting my cock. “You never did tell us what grades you gave us.”
“Let’s be one of those schools that doesn’t worry about grades,” she says.
Lennox’s cock bobs as he steps in place beside me.
While I’m staring at his cock, Ceci says, “Boop” and her hands come around, her fingers tapping our erections, leaving something white.
I catch her hand. Icing. Must have been a cinnamon roll in the to-go box.
Our first encounter comes flooding back to me. I need her to call me a good boy—as fucked up as that is. I tamp the desire down. “You better be a good girl and lick up your mess.”
Cautious of her big belly, she drops to her knees. Wrapping her delicate hands around our shafts, she looks up at me then Lennox then our cocks. She brings our tips together and drags her tongue through the icing, licking and slurping while she holds us close.
A growl comes from Lennox.
I agree. There’s only one thing better than having Ceci’s attention—it’s making sure she comes first.
Lennox is about to stop her but I motion for him to wait. “She hasn’t finished cleaning up her mess.”
It should come as no surprise that my comment caused her to slow down, lapping at the underside of our cocks, taking some heaven-sent time on our balls, and doing anything but getting the last of the icing off our tips.
I should be enjoying it but all I can think of is “good boy” coming from her lips. She has no idea how much power that term holds. I would do anything for her.
Lennox makes a garbled sound. My head whips his direction. Looks like he’s straining to avoid coming on her face.
“Hold that thought.” I grab Ceci’s wrists, and force her to let go of our cocks. “Grab that throw blanket, Professor Ackerman.”
He complies and puts it on the floor in front of Ceci where I’m pointing.
“You’re stalling on finishing your lesson, Firecracker. Get on all fours.”
“I promise I can get it done.” She bats her eyelashes.
“Too late. We’re moving on to a pop quiz.”
“What? I didn’t get a chance to study.”
“That’s why it’s called a pop quiz… and because if you get the answer wrong, I’m going to pop your bottom.”
She holds her belly while laughing. Lennox scoffs.
“And if I get it right?” she asks.
“I’ll give you this cock.”
She immediately maneuvers onto all fours.
“And what about me?” Lennox grumbles.
“I’ll ask a question about you first.”
“Why do you get to ask it?”
“Fine, do you have a question for her?” I’m willing to include him.
“No one told me there was going to be a pop quiz.”
“Just ask the damn questions already.”
Lennox motions to me.
“Kneel in front of her. If she gets it right, at the end of the quiz she gets to suck your cock. If she gets it wrong, I’ll pop her bottom and you’re going to jack yourself off to give her a facial.”
Everyone agrees.
I kneel behind her. “First question. Which fruit did you ruin for Lennox?”
“What?” Cecilia sits on her heels.
“You could have asked a fair question, Blake.” Lennox scowls at me.
“Did she or did she not ruin a certain fruit for you?” I ask Blake to clarify.
“I don’t know that I’d say ruined.”
“You can’t eat it without thinking—”
“Cherries.” Ceci interrupts.
“Nice try, but Lennox will fill you in.” I gently push her shoulders and she returns to all fours.
“It’s clementines. I can’t eat them without thinking of your citrusy perfume… and how juicy your pussy is.”
“Too bad for you,” she says. “Next question.”
Not so fast. I spank her bottom, grabbing her luscious ass instead of taking my hand away. She eeks and shivers.
“Now the next question… What is the first nickname you ever called me?”
“That was a long time ago… like nine months or something.” She grins at me. Does she remember?
I need her to say it, but would feel like a damn fool if it came out of my mouth.
Her tone softens playfully. “I suppose I could keep guessing and taking my spankings until I get it right.”
I love spanking her, but that’s not what I want right now. My cock is rock-hard. I decide to give her a hint. “You used it when you booped me.”
“I’ve booped you so many times.”
I can’t tell if she’s teasing, but I’m not sure. I slide my cock between her legs to speed her up. “You used it because I interrupted you and Trena.”
She worries her lower lip and rocks her hips into me.
Lennox starts slow strokes on his cock. “We might have to set a time limit.”
“Give her a second.” I’m shocked at how stern my voice is. I’m damn near desperate.
“Maybe if you slipped your tip inside I could remember.”
I must have been a damn idiot to set the quiz up this way. I don’t get to fuck her unless she gets it right. This is why I’ve never been one to worry about rules.
Gripping my cock, I drag it up and down her slit.
Lennox presses his cock to her lips and she swallows him. I’m not going to object. I’ll find another way, another time to remind her.
She backs into my tip, her drenched lips parting around me with the thrust.
Pulling her mouth off Lennox’s cock, she turns her head to the side and licks drool, or is it pre-cum, from her lower lip.
Our eyes lock. She’s going to torture me, I just don’t know how.
“You got the answer wrong. You weren’t supposed to take his cock.”
“I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll do better. Maybe if you were a good boy and fucked me real hard—”
My brain stops working.
I’ll do anything for Cecilia, starting with fucking her hard. I thrust into her tight pussy just the way she likes it.
Her moans are cut short when Lennox fists her hair and positions his cock at her lips again.
My eyes fall shut as I slide in and out of her. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me.
And based on the deep-throat gagging from Cecilia and the groans from Lennox, it’s safe to say that he’s pretty damn happy too.
My balls threaten to unload but I force myself to wait until Lennox fills her from the other end and she cries out from her own pleasure. When Ceci catches her breath, I grip her shoulders and pump her full of my seed, never giving up a chance to mark her as mine.
And we live happily ever after