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Sliding into the backseat of the SUV, I’m relieved not only to have windows that are blacked out, but because we were so late, we are parked so far away from the game. I waste no time in unbuckling my pants, pushing down my boxers, and lifting my thick cock and heavy balls over the material.

There’s only one way to get rid of my current situation, and that’s fucking my hand to thoughts of Gia and her hot pussy wrapped around my cock as if she’s made for me.

My hand pumps faster and faster at the thought of her pussy leaking my cum into her panties while standing in a crowd of people unaware of her predicament.

“Fuck, yes,” I grunt with a shift of my hips, and imagine splashing my cum over her stomach and circling the tip of my cock around her pointed nipple. For some reason unknown to me before today, I want to taste myself on her, only on her. My balls draw up, and I hiss. The thought of her on her knees as I plunge into her wet mouth is my undoing, and my cock unleashes rope after rope of warm cum over my hand and down my shaft. “Fuck.”

My chest rises and falls, so I relax back into the leather, then shouts of encouragement snap my gaze to the crowd beyond the window, and I’m brought back down to earth.

I’m at a child’s soccer game, dressed in clothes that resemble work attire, and worse, I’m covered in cum.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Jolting, I glance around the car and grimace at the mess. Jesus, this is appalling. Discarded rubbish is strewn on the floor of the car, along with a bunch of kid clothes and, thankfully, a bunch of balled-up napkins.

This thing is a fucking pig sty.

But for once in my life, I’m grateful for the mess I’m surrounded by.

After wiping the cum from me, I stuff the napkins in one of the used McDonald’s bags and try not to think about how long it’s been there. Then I step out of the SUV and shake away the need to scrub my skin clean, and go in search of Gia.

Pushing my way through the crowd of supporters, I realize there are multiple games happening in this godforsaken place. A light giggle has me turning my attention to my right, the sweet sound something I’d recognize anywhere—my woman.

As if in slow motion, she throws her head back on a laugh, and her dark hair blows in the breeze as I take in her small stature beside Tyson.

Jealousy zips up my spine and slams into me like a freight train at his casual clothes and the way his T-shirt exposes his muscled biceps. I swear the moron is tensing them for added effect.

“Excuse me, sir?” My eyes travel over to a young woman looking up at me nervously. “Do you work here?”

She appears more like a teenager than an adult, and the way she wrings her hands in front of her shows me her worry. “Are you one of the investors?”

My brow furrows.

“In the baby changing room, the table is broken.” She points toward one of the dilapidated buildings, and I grimace. A baby changing room, in there? Good God.

A noise beside her has me noticing the stroller she has and the infant fidgeting beneath the blanket.

Jesus, she’s not the mother, is she? My eyes search her face, but I’m snapped out of my stare when Gia approaches.

“Kimmy, I sent one of the volunteers over. He’s going to get it fixed.” Relief spreads over the young girl’s face.

“Thank you, Gia.” She nods in my direction and maneuvers the stroller around the crowd.

“Is that her baby?” I ask as the girl’s small figure disappears into the crowd.

“It is,” Gia replies, and I search her face for a sign of something more, and when she places her hand on her bump, I itch to join it. “Not every pregnancy is planned, .” Her eyes hold mine, and I want to tell her that ours is, that from the moment I sunk inside her and decided to fuck her bare, I willed this to happen, even if I hadn’t fully realized it at the time.

And now I finally have something to live for, something I never knew I wanted.

“She just looks a little young,” I mumble through the haze surrounding us.

“She is. Sixteen, to be precise.” My mouth falls open, but Gia follows up with, “She couldn’t help the situation she was brought up in. Nor can she help that the people who were meant to care for her were nothing more than monsters.” Her words sit heavily in my stomach, and my mind whirls over what she’s telling me. Every cell in my body tightens with a need for retribution for the young girl as anger for her strikes me hard.

“I got the bastard sent down, and as you know, nobody likes child abusers in prison.” A knowing smirk plays on Gia’s lips, and pride fills my chest.

She helped save that girl; she provided a service I chose not to when choosing the course of my legal career, then I become even more in awe of the woman than I ever thought possible.

Her eyes dart to the side as if my stare brings her discomfort, and I hate that, so when they finally land on me again, I step toward her, brushing the wayward strands of hair from her face. She stares at me as if uncertain by my action, and truth be told, she should be. I’ve never felt the need for physical affection in my entire life before now. “Bryce’s game is almost finished. Would you like to join us?” she whispers.

Looking out over the rugged ground, I wince. How the hell they play soccer on this terrain is beyond me. Instead of voicing my concerns, I smile back at her. “Sure.”

* * *

Bryce is small compared to the other kids. So fucking small, I struggled to see who Gia was cheering on, but I give him his dues, he can run. He’s like fucking lightning, and the only way the other kids can stop him is if they use their size to shoulder barge him to the ground.

Little fuckers.

One asshole, in particular, appears to have it out for him, and already, I hate the little shit.

When I asked Gia his name, she informed me it’s Lenton O’Sullivan, who’s the coach’s kid. No shock there.

Well, Lenton O’Sullivan and his father need to watch the hell out. I refuse to stand for anyone taking advantage of my family, and that’s what Bryce is. As much as I dislike children, Gia has one, so I guess I do too.

The whistle blows, and I can finally breathe again, and when Bryce is named man of the match, he’s thrown up in the air with shouts of congratulations that make my ears ring out, but I can’t deny how happy the kid looks with his circle of friends.

It wasn’t until I met my best friends in boarding school that I started making memories, plans for a future, and not once did I consider having a family.

Why the hell would I?

I never had one to want one.

Bryce comes rushing over, covered in dirt that makes me step back. “Did you see me, Mom?”

“I did.” She grins and takes his filthy cheeks in the palms of her hands and kisses his forehead, and I wrinkle my nose at the thought of the dirt now covering her too.

“Bryce, this is . The baby’s dad, the one I was telling you about,” Gia explains, and Bryce glances up toward me.

“Are you going to live with us?” He scrutinizes me, and I can’t help but wonder what the hell he thinks of me. I shove my hands in my pants pocket, hoping I look casual enough not to scare him away.

“No. He’s not.” Gia laughs awkwardly, and I snap my eyes toward hers.

Why the hell would she assume I don’t want to live with them? If we’re going to be a family, naturally it’s the next step. When I said I was all in, I meant it.

“You did amazing, buddy.” Tyson ruffles Bryce’s dark hair, and I want to knock his hand away. Does he not realize the boy is practically my son now? He can’t just touch things that don’t belong to him.

The need to say something greater than “You did amazing buddy” prompts me to step forward. “I’m pretty impressed, Bryce.”

His green eyes entrap mine as he looks up at me with hope.

“I think you deserve a treat.” What treat, I’ve no fucking clue. All I know is he needs something from me. Something better than what that twat waffle offered, a messy hairdo.

“Can we go to McDonald’s?” His eyes flare with excitement, and my stomach churns at the thought. Please God, no.

“Buddy, you went there last weekend.” Tyson is quick to jump in, and I want to sneer at the fuckwit. Tate calls me a fun-sponge; he would have a field day with this guy.

Gia laughs uncomfortably as I will her to tell the kid not McDonald’s, but at the same time piss off Tyson. “Sure. can treat us.” She winks, and the part of me that was dying seconds ago has sprung back to life.

I smirk in Tyson’s direction while he mouths, Fuck you at me. I can only smile back in his direction with glee as I place my hands on Bryce’s and Gia’s shoulders and lead them away.

That’s right, motherfucker, they’re mine now.