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NEED SOMETHING?

JACK

It was a nice thought that we would wake up the following day—after fucking through every hour of the night—and attend a lecture together, but that isn’t what happened.

Quinn is in the backseat with Sienna, who is safely strapped into her car seat and snoozing away despite how horrible she must feel. Meanwhile, I drive in a dazed and exhausted state as we approach the driveway.

The high from last night evaporated quickly when Grammy video called early this morning, Sienna’s face appearing on the screen flushed from puking her poor baby guts out.

Once I put the car in park, Quinn takes her out of her car seat, attempting to soothe her back to sleep. I open the door and she hands her off to me so I can carry her inside and upstairs. Worry strains my brow and I can feel a tension headache from hell coming on.

“I hope she doesn’t have a fever.” This is the first time she’s been sick, something I’ve dreaded since the day I brought her home fresh out of the hospital.

Quinn nods, setting up my bedroom for a long night ahead. She pads into the bathroom and wets a washcloth.

As we settle, so does my initial panic. I run the cool cloth over my little bear’s forehead. Quinn, who is the picture of calm, focuses on ordering an electrolyte drink and other groceries to be delivered. “She’s going to be okay,” she reassures me softly, “Babies get sick. I’m sure she just picked up a bug somewhere.”

I nod. Logically, I know. But at the same time, I am also contemplating if I could stick her inside of some kind of antiviral bubble for the rest of her childhood. “I just hate seeing her like this. Do you think we should take her to the doctor?”

“Let’s wait a few hours before we risk exposing her to more germs,” she suggests, her voice soothing. “Usually there’s not much that needs to be done for a stomach bug as long as we keep her hydrated.”

Less than an hour later Sienna’s breathing evens out and her eyelids flutter as she drifts back to sleep. I plop down in the chair next to her crib and take in a deep breath. Quinn’s eyes are fixed on me. I can tell she’s worried because I’m worried and I feel a pang of guilt for stressing her.

“Why don’t you come lay down?” She pats the bed next to where she’s sitting. “I’ll stay up with her.”

I shake my head. “I don’t think I could sleep even if I tried.”

“Wanna watch Nightmare Before Christmas?” A playful smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth and I pop up out of the chair so fucking fast, my body pulled toward hers like it’s being controlled by some unknown force.

“ No ,” I say, all but tackling her, laying us both down on the bed and tugging her against my chest. She wraps her arm around me and curls her body against mine.

Sienna has watched the movie on repeat for days now and if I have to hear Jack Skellington sing, “What’s this?” even one more time, my head might explode. I realize she’s too young for very much screen time, but it’s mostly on as background noise. She loves it when we sing along to the songs, and initially, I thought it had to be better than Cocomelon. Turns out that if you play anything on repeat enough times, it can send a person into psychosis.

“Got any better ideas?” She giggles.

Oh, I have lots of ideas for things we could do aside from sleep.

None of them are appropriate to participate in with a sleeping baby in the room.

That’s why I climb out of bed and scoop Quinn up, carrying her bridal style to the bathroom. She stifles a giggle as the door quietly snicks shut.

Gently, I lower her back onto her feet and reach into the shower to turn on the water. I take the liberty of slowly removing her clothes before shedding my own.

The sound of the water hitting the tiles blends with our hurried breaths as we become lost in each other’s touch. The air is thick with steam and heat when I pull her under the spray.

As badly as I want to fuck her into the tile, the truth of the matter is that neither of us had time to shower this morning because we left in such a hurry. There’s nothing I want more than to just take care of her right now.

I take my time, gently working the shampoo into her long, thick hair. Suds glide down her back and shoulders as I massage her scalp. Once the last traces of conditioner have been rinsed away, I move on to the rest of her, gently stroking every inch of her skin with my soapy hands.

Fuck using a loofah, I want my skin on hers.

Every dip and curve on her body is a fucking work of art, and the urge I have to mark it as my own is all-consuming at this moment.

She sighs as I curl my hand around the crease of her thigh, my thick cock hard against the middle of her back. Her head falls back against my chest and I love that she goes so limp in my arms.

While I plan to give her several, the fact that she is already so relaxed with me without having even been given an orgasm? Everything.

Her hips undulate like they have a mind of their own, and I flatten my hand against the lowest part of her stomach, forcing her body flush against mine.

“Need something?” I tease her, but it’s unfounded. However much she needs me, I need her tenfold. Maybe more.

She grinds herself roughly against my erection. “Do you? ”

“Yeah, I fucking do.”

I flip our positions and push her against the cool tile of the shower. Her back arches as she lets out a gasp, surprised and turned on by the rough way I handle her.

Dropping to my knees, I hook one of her legs over my shoulder and lap at her pussy like it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I think it might be.

It’s addicting if nothing else.

She squirms and tries to muffle her moans, but I can feel the tension building in her body. Too quickly, she succumbs to the pleasure, soaking my face.

Every part of my being is focused on pleasuring her, making sure she feels every sensation possible, so even after she comes down from her orgasm, I can’t find it within myself to stop.

As she weakly attempts to push me away, I suck her clit between my lips, and shove two fingers inside her drenched pussy, fucking her with my hand and mouth until she is overcome with another wave of ecstasy.

She rides the wave, shuddering and clenching around my fingers. I press my lips against her hip bone, and when she dips her head to gaze down at me, I am sure that there will never be a better feeling than the one I feel when I make her look at me like this.

I stand, sliding my body against hers as I do. She wraps her arms around my neck and all but climbs me like a tree once I’m fully upright, kissing me with such urgency that it feels like she needs my lips on hers more than oxygen itself. I can feel her moans vibrating through my entire body, and it sends a shudder down my spine. I almost come from the sound alone.

“You like the taste of yourself, baby?” I murmur between kisses. “So good, huh?”

She nods and dives back in. Water beats over our faces.

I’m suffocating. Drowning.

I can think of worse ways to go.

She grinds against me, needy to be filled and I like it so much I consider making her writhe and beg a little longer despite the fact my cock is so hard it’s fucking painful.

I impale her on my thick length, holding her in place as I take a minute to breathe through the pleasure of it. She feels so fucking good it should be illegal, and it’s hard to last very long without giving it a solid effort.

For a split second, my mind flits to the fact that Sienna could wake up from her nap at any time. Dad life ; thinking of your baby every waking moment, even the most inopportune ones.

With that fleeting thought, I chase my release, pounding into her relentlessly because I desperately do not want to be interrupted before I fill her up.

My release comes hard and fast and I press her back into the wall and rest my face against her wet shoulder.

In my hazy comedown, I realize we haven’t had the birth control discussion and I feel like a dipshit for not even asking if it was okay for me to finish inside her any of the times that I have now.

I don’t expect that someone preparing to go into their master's program would be eager to get knocked up, and she’s well aware that I already have the responsibility of one baby.

I think we’re good, but I make a mental note to bring it up to her at a later date.

A date in which I’m not currently inside of her, my cum already dripping down the insides of her thighs.

There is a feral part of me that whispers; it wouldn’t be so bad, would it? Another baby? With her?

Yeah, this woman has me losing my fucking mind. What the hell is wrong with me?

I lower her onto the slick tile floor, my face scrunching with a smile as her bare feet slap against the surface. As she presses a soft kiss against my chest, Sienna wails from the other room signaling she’s awake.

“What timing,” I half snort, half laugh.

“I’ll grab her,” she stands on her tiptoes to kiss the corner of my mouth. “You finish up.”

“Thanks, baby.” I appreciate the offer being that I haven’t actually showered.

She steps out and wraps up in a towel before padding into the bedroom to grab Sienna.

I can hear them through the cracked door. She shifts so easily back into mom mode, and my heart pinches a little because that’s what it is, isn’t it? She’s mothering my child and it's a huge part of why I think I’m falling in love with her.

Every day, she becomes more of the missing puzzle piece that we didn't even know was missing. She fills the role so effortlessly as if it was always meant to be hers.

God, I hope that what I have to offer in return is enough to make her want to stay.