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“Blythe, there is nothing or no one who would make me ever give you or these babies up. I love you. Deon Morton is a pain, but he’s hardly the biggest or worst we’ve had.

And I can promise you, he won’t be around for the rest of our lives creating havoc.

I’m sorry that I made you think that, even for a second. I owe you an explanation.”

“I can’t tell you how relieved I am. I’ve been terrified you were trying to figure out how to tell me we were done. I’ve been sick. If it’s not him, then tell me what it is. Maybe I can help.”

I groaned. “Fuck, I didn’t tell you because I wanted to keep you from stressing, and look what I did. I made you sick. Christ, I should let you kick my ass,” I muttered.

“I’m not kicking your ass unless you refuse to tell me. We’re partners, right?”

“Yes, we’re partners. Okay, here’s the deal. I got a call yesterday that pissed me off, and it’s been preying on me since. I can’t shake being upset about it. And I’m not sure why.”

“Go on.”

I launched into retelling her everything Jameson said and my responses. She crinkled her brow for most of it but didn’t say anything. I waited to see what she had to say when I was through.

“You no longer have feelings for Petra, you said. And you love your life here, right?”

“Absolutely to both.”

“And I know what your brother and she did hurt you deeply. And then to have your parents side with them was salt in the wound. Are you sure there’s not a tiny piece of you that would like to be part of this legacy your dad talks about?”

“Baby, I’m sure. It was his dream, and he would do anything to make it happen, like telling me to forgive my brother and live a lie.”

“From the sounds of it, your dad should pay attention to your brother and the lies he’s telling. I thought it was a good point you made about his kids. Your parents would hate knowing these babies aren’t Phoenixes.”

“They will be Phoenixes. No one ever needs to know they’re not. Being a part of this club and seeing how the other clubs treat their people has taught me that family can mean many things. Blood is only one type, and it’s not the strongest,” I denied.

“Maybe it’s more about the need to see your parents one more time in case your dad is truly ill and could die,” she suggested.

“I can’t do that.”

“What are you afraid of if you were to go back and see them? That you’ll want to stay after all?”

“Not a chance.”

“Then I suggest you do it. Get the closure that you never got. Let them see you’re doing great and are happy.

You’re about to be a father in a few short months.

Your parents weren’t all bad. You admitted that to me, even if they weren’t the most demonstrative.

Don’t let them die, and leave you unable to have closure. ”

I thought over what she said for several minutes. She was patient and waited. Finally, I groaned. “Damn it, why do you have to make so much sense?” I grumbled.

She smirked. “I’m a woman. We have all the common sense. It’s why men need us.”

I attacked her neck with my mouth, making her wiggle and shriek. When I thought she’d had enough, I let go.

“Alright, I’ll think about going to visit, but it won’t be until after we resolve shit with Deon, and I want you to come with me if you will. Unless it would be too stressful for you.”

“I will happily go with you, and it won’t be too stressful. Though I can’t make any promises that I won’t punch your brother or his wife in the face if they piss me off. They’re shitty people, Jagger. I pity their children.”

“I love you, Blythe. Thank you for setting me straight and supporting me. Now, I want you to come with me to show you how much I adore and need you. Is there anything you need to do before we go to bed?” I asked. I prayed she’d say no. She’d bathed since she was in her short summery nightgown.

“Hmm, let me think. I believe you’re in luck, and I’m available,” she teased.

“Good,” I growled and then pushed to my feet with her in my arms.

“Jagger, your back!”

“My back can handle you.”

My gait ate up the distance in no time. I pushed the bedroom door shut with my foot, and she reached out to find the light switch on the wall.

I’d gotten her to stop asking for the lights to be out.

She started asking when her belly started to pop.

I made sure she knew I found her sexy, no matter what.

I took her straight to the bed and eased her onto it.

Her nightgown hiked up when I did. I saw the bottom of her panties.

“What’re you wearing these useless things for?” I asked as I gripped the waist and tugged them down. She pushed her heels into the mattress to lift her ass so I could get them down to her thighs. It was easy to remove them from there.

“Your club brothers can show up at any moment, and I heard how they like to walk in without knocking. I might let them see me in my nightgown for a moment, but I would be mortified if I had no underwear on and they could tell.”

I chuckled. “Babe, yes, they do that, but we’ve learned that when it comes to those with an old lady, it’s best not to do it.

I can’t say it’s never happened, but it’ll only be once, and they won’t do it again.

And even if they knew you had no panties on, they wouldn’t say anything to you.

They would tell me later how lucky I was. ”

“You just want me to go pantiless,” she joked.

“That too.”

With her underwear out of the way, I pushed up the hem of her nightie until her stomach was exposed, along with her pussy.

I started at her ankles, and I slowly nibbled, licked, and kissed my way up her inner leg.

I switched to the other side right before I reached her center and did the same thing on the other leg.

She was whimpering, and I heard her moan in denial when I skipped her pussy.

I knew how to turn her on. Blythe was a very sensual woman, and these babies made her more so.

Even without touching her pussy, I knew she was wet.

Her heady scent was reaching my nose. I loved tormenting her, but it wouldn’t last for long.

Last night, we hadn’t made love due to that stupid phone call.

I had to make up for it and was hungry for her.

My cock was hard and pressing insistently against my shorts.

I changed into them and a T-shirt when I got home.

As I approached her pussy, I stopped and stood long enough to yank off my shirt and toss it.

Then I lowered my head and kissed her stomach.

I swore I heard a soft growl come from her.

I wanted to see how long she’d let me go before she said or did something to make me put my mouth where she needed me.

I placed kisses all over her stomach. She let me go for about a minute before her hand sank into the hair on top of my head. I glanced up at her. I was smirking.

Her eyes were ablaze. “Jagger, if you don’t put your mouth on my pussy and eat me, I’m going to hurt you or go crazy. Maybe both,” she warned.

I chuckled. “I was just waiting for you to ask, Firefly.”

Her growl was evident this time as I lowered my head.

She spread her legs for me and I nuzzled her hard clit with my nose, inhaled her essence, and then slid my tongue from her clit to her entrance, where I paused to insert my tongue and flick it back and forth inside of her.

She moaned loudly. From there, I swiped back up her folds to suck her clit.

I worked my mouth up and down her using my tongue, lips, and teeth to bring her pleasure, as well as my fingers working inside of her pussy.

The first time she orgasmed, her wail was partially contained, and she pulled lightly on my hair.

By the time I wrung a second one from her, she was crying loudly, and I thought she might pull my hair out.

That was the end for me. I couldn’t wait.

Even as anxious as I was to have her mouth on my cock, I couldn’t allow it at the moment.

I’d see if we had a second round, and she’d do it.

I stood up, shoved down my shorts, and then crawled onto the bed. She was watching me closely. “I want you on all fours. Will that be comfortable enough for you?” I asked.

“Of course, it’ll be fine,” she said before rolling and getting up.

She did struggle just a tad. I grabbed pillows from the head of the bed and put them under her so her belly was supported.

She gave me a grateful smile over her shoulder.

Once she was ready, I rubbed my hands over her round cheeks, kneaded them, before I spread them.

Her cum had run down the crack clear to her asshole.

She was that turned on. I positioned myself, then pressed the head of my cock to her pussy and pushed inside.

I did it slowly to give her time to adjust, even though I wanted to slam into her.

As I did, I spit on my fingers and used it and her cum to coat a finger that I inserted into her ass.

Blythe’s cry was loud, and the way she clenched around me and the increase in her wetness said it all.

My Firefly loved her ass to be fingered.

I set a steady pace but didn’t want it to be over too fast, even as eager as I was to come.

As I thrust in and out, she would press back to meet each forward stroke.

“Goddamn, babe, every time it’s better. I swear, you’re gonna kill me one day,” I hoarsely informed her.

“Not if you kill me first. Oh, yeah, right there, Jagger, more. I need another finger and for you to fuck me harder,” she demanded.

“I’ll give you another one. What if I want to put more than fingers in your ass one day?

Would you be willing to do that? I feel how tight you hold my fingers, and I can’t help but imagine what it would feel like if it were my cock,” I panted.

I’d been meaning to ask her. She’d never denied me any time I played with her asshole, and she got off harder when I did.