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Indi

I was just putting morning coffee on to boilwhen my baby daddy burst in the door with a bang.

“Finn!” I cried as he came up behind me and began kissing up and down my throat, one strong arm around my hips.

He smelled good, like leather and expensive cologne, his hand tightening firmly on my ass.

“Shit, baby, it’s been way too long and you look way too good.”

I flicked a glance over to my open window, wondering who could hear Finn’s ecstatic groans as he gently bit my shoulder, and licked up my throat.

“Someone might hear you,” I said sternly, but my resolve was weakening.

“Who cares, baby?” he grinned, snaking a tattooed arm around to stroke my belly.

“You want me to put a suit on so I can sneak over here unnoticed in your snobby-ass subdivision?”

I laughed to myself at the thought of Finn’s massive body stuffed into a suit, the dark swirls of tattoo peeking past his cufflinks.

“It’s not that,” I protested, as his tongue flicked out and licked the sensitive hollow of my collarbone.

“Then what is it? Indi, I’m crazy about you, you’re carrying our baby. Let’s make it official.”

His big hand stretched across my belly, the contrast between his tanned hand and my pale creamy belly looking seductive and wicked.

“I think it would upset Ambrose and Astrid,” I said delicately. “And you know we are only casual.”

“Who gives a rip about either of them?” Finn rumbled in my ears, his big fingers teasing the band of my skirt. “And I don’t want to be casual with you, lassie.”

I bit my lip.

“You’re going to be off touring again in a few weeks,” I countered, breaking apart to go get my cup. “You don’t need your pregnant baby mama around while you’re being an international Irish punk rock sensation.”

“Come with me,” Finn coaxed, following me over to the counter.

“Riding in the tour bus for weeks? You are not a serious person,” I said severely, pouring myself a cup of coffee and then measuring a generous portion of cream.

“I can be a family man,” Finn rumbled in my ear, his massive arms gripping the counter on either side of me. “I’ve been following along with how our baby is growing on the app. At 30 weeks they’re the size of a cabbage. That’s damn fascinating.”

Shit, he was such a charmer. These damn pregnancy hormones!

I turned and kissed him.

With a groan, he fell on me, both hands on either side of my face.

I felt his thick dick on my stomach and I pulled away for a moment.

“Not here, for god’s sake, at least take me to the dining room.”

“Anywhere, baby,” he said, as he carefully picked me up and carried me into the other room, setting me carefully on the table.

Finn’s dark eyes were hooded with lust as he looked at me.

“Let me worship you.”

His hands felt rough but pleasurable on my thighs, his thumbs pressing gently into my most sensitive spots.

I could feel my resolve weakening. Well, who was I to turn down worshipful sex? And Finn was a fucking pagan Irish god in the bedroom.

“If you insist,” I said, spreading my thighs wide.

Finn instantly dropped to his knees so he could peel my wet, dripping panties off my ass and down my legs.

My skin and body began to pound with need as he sucked my freaking underwear into his mouth, his wicked tongue flicking out and sucking my soaked panties dry, the sharp flash of his white teeth making me shiver in anticipation.

He was promising me the world, anything I wanted, but I only leaned back as he circled my clit, feeling my nipples tighten against my top.

Finn and I were just way too similar, but goddamn, did he ever have clever fingers. . .

His lips were at my throat, his low growls vibrating in my chest, and I felt my body start to liquify, my thighs start to shake, because damn, I was going to come hard and fast. . .

Suddenly, I heard a terrific pounding on the window, and I looked out over Finn’s massive shoulders to see Astrid, looking like a little blonde rat, her nose plastered to my kitchen window.

“Finn! How could you do this to me?” she wailed like a banshee.

Then I barely had time to register Astrid’s feral little face before there was a terrific rustling and a loud rip in the curtains and my ex-husband Ambrose fell directly out of the curtains and on his face in front of us.

“The fuck?” Finn yelled and as if on instinct he grabbed the back of Ambrose’s shirt and ran him into the refrigerator.

Astrid was screaming now, at the top of her lungs, and for a moment I was struck silent with shock, but then I hopped off the table and grabbed for Finn’s T-shirt.

“Stop! It’s just Ambrose.”

By this time, Finn was on top of Ambrose’s prone body and throttling my ex with his own tie, but at this he stopped and Ambrose fell awkwardly to the ground.

“What the fuck is going on?” Finn asked irritably.

I waved impatiently at Astrid, because she was still pounding on the window and her face was looking pink and flushed.

“Let me in right now,” she was howling.

“I guess we better let her in or the neighbors will start to complain,” I said to Finn.

Rolling my eyes, I gestured toward the front of the house.

“Just come in the door and stop making all this racket!”

Then I turned to my ex-husband, who was trying to stand up in a dignified manner, his face red as a beet.

“Why are you hiding in a corner watching me have sex , Ambrose?”

“That’s not—that’s not what I was doing,” he began as Astrid shot into the room, huffing and puffing and clutching her stomach.

“Then what were you doing?” I asked, leaning back against the counter.

I felt the little flutter of my baby moving, and I spread my fingers on my belly to feel every bit of it. I loved the reminder that she or he was in there happy and well-fed. I hadn’t found out if I was having a boy or a girl at my last appointment, because I wanted it to be a surprise.

And there was no way I was letting any man stress me out.

“I was—just making sure you were OK,” he said lamely.

“Bullshit,” Finn retorted, folding those massive arms across his chest and glaring at Ambrose.

“What are you doing here, Finn?” Astrid broke in.

I could tell she was trying to get a hold of herself, pretend like she wasn’t freaking the fuck out.

“Is this some kind of joke? Or maybe a bet?”

She wasn’t looking her best, really, her hair sticking out with static electricity, and her veneers clicking together anxiously.

Finn snorted. “A bet? Have you seen Indi?”

He leaned over and kissed my belly. “No man would need a bet to be with her. I’m proud as fuck to be the father of Indi’s baby.”

“Finn, why—how,” Astrid burst out inarticulately. “I thought we were close .”

“We’re not close,” Finn said flatly.

“You might have told me , though,” Ambrose blustered, and he began to bullshit, which I recognized unerringly as his way of bullshitting himself into feeling better.

“How are you and Indi close?” Astrid snarled at him. “Finn and I are way closer than you and Indi.”

“We’re not fucking close ,” Finn snapped. “Now both of you get the fuck out of here. I want to go back to what we were doing and you two are fucking ruining the mood.”

They all began to quarrel, pointing in the air and arguing.

“This is why we didn’t want to tell anybody,” I broke in. “Because I knew the two of you wouldn’t take it very well.”

“Who said we wouldn’t take it very well?” Ambrose demanded.

His hands were tearing at his tie and there was a belligerent look in his eye, but his face looked green.

“How long has this been going on?” Astrid cried shrilly, ignoring Ambrose and talking to Finn.

The rock star put his hands up in exasperation.

“I’m over this,” Finn said firmly, suddenly dropping to his knees in front of me, so his broad back was to Ambrose and Astrid. “I’m going to suck your ex-wife’s sweet juicy pussy and unless you need some tips, you might want to get the fuck out.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but Finn popped his head under my skirt and I felt his tongue lick up the whole length of my lips, then twist and plunge inside me.

As my eyes fluttered open and closed with my bliss, I saw Ambrose’s white face, his artful salt and pepper hair disarranged, his glasses broken where Finn had run him into the side of the refrigerator.

“Indi—” he said, and there was a strange note in his voice, something I hadn’t heard in a long time there.

Something raw and jagged, but I couldn’t think about that now as I plunged both hands into Finn’s dark hair, tightening in the thick waves and wanting him even closer to me.

“Right there,” I couldn’t help encouraging him, as Astrid’s lips trembled, like she was going to cry.

“Just go,” I groaned as Finn’s covered head moved rhythmically under my skirt, his enthusiastic slurps as he ate my pussy loud and echoing in the kitchen.

“Finn, please,” Astrid begged, but Ambrose took her firmly by the shoulders and led her outside.

I barely lasted until they were at the front door before I came with a loud cry, my legs shaking as pleasure washed over me in luxurious long waves, and Finn carefully moved two fingers into my sopping wet channel to give me another one.