How About No
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With this new position he was in, his balls were resting on my chest, and his large cock was growing bigger by the second, bisecting my breasts.
His eyes were now heated, and he was staring at me like I was about to really like what he was about to do to me.
“How can you already be hard?” I questioned, voice barely over a whisper.
His eyes went from my breasts to my eyes. “Do you see where I’m sitting right now?”
I looked down, opened my mouth to reply that I did, in fact, see where he was sitting, and he took advantage of my position and pushed his cock into my mouth.
I teasingly bit down, and his eyes flared.
Then we did it all over again. This time hard and fast, but still just as sweet.
Chapter 16
Apparently, the correct response to ‘see you later, alligator’ is not ‘after supper, motherfucker.’
Who knew?
-Wade to Landry
Wade
“I’m gonna be somebody, someday!” my wife—my very drunk wife—sang loudly with the song that was playing through the speakers.
Bayou’s eyes met mine and promptly slid away. “You know, I’m actually kind of impressed how well she holds a tune.”
I chuckled. “She sings pretty damn good when she’s not drunk. It doesn’t surprise me that she sings well when she is…although at this point I’m really quite surprised she’s hitting all the notes. She’s on beer seven, I think…”
“Eight,” Izzy replied, mirth filling her eyes. “I think she finished her eighth as she was walking toward the food table. That’s her bottle that Linc is holding.”
We all looked over to where Linc and his wife were standing. Conleigh and Landry were now slow dancing to a very fast-paced song while Linc watched on, extremely amused.
“I think she got sidetracked,” I admitted, finding it amusing that my wife had let her hair down and had actually had some fun after the day that she’d had.
“I really like her,” Izzy murmured, watching as Linc walked toward us with delight written all over his face. “She’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met. Did you know that she said I could drop off the baby at her daycare whenever I needed to?”
I felt my heart pang at that.
“She wants a baby,” I murmured, watching Landry stumble and right herself.
She looked down at the offending object that’d tripped her—her own feet—and scowled.
Moments later, her heels were kicked off in the direction of our table and she was once again dancing, though now Conleigh and Landry had switched to line dancing.
“Then give her one,” Linc said as he caught the tail end of our conversation.
I felt things inside of me clench.
“If I could, I would,” I murmured. “But, when Landry was a teenager, she had an infection that got out of control and they had to remove her ovaries and fallopian tubes.”
Izzy blew out a breath. “Shit. That makes me feel awful.”
It did me, too.
Every single day since we’d found out that we were still married and that I wasn’t going to let her go again, I’d been thinking about ways to make this better. To give her the things that we both wanted.
And I’d finally decided that adoption was likely the way to go.
Only, I had no clue whatsoever where to start.
“When she told me that she wanted to start the daycare when we first met, I had no clue why. She said she loved kids, and that she’d always wanted to do it.” I paused, unsure if I should go on, but at a loss for how to handle the situation without putting my ass in the fire again—so to speak. “She wants kids. She wants them badly. The only problem is that she can’t have them and that I can…she said she always wanted to have a baby that looks like me, with my hair. I’m not sure if that means that I should offer to find a surrogate and we use my stuff, or we straight up go for adoption. I’m so fuckin’ scared of losin’ her that I don’t want to say anything wrong and risk offending her.”
There was silence for a few long seconds, making me fear the worst.
“She won’t leave you again,” Bayou finally spoke up. “I think she was just as broken up about everything as you were, to be honest.”
My eyes turned to the man who at one time had supported my decision to leave Landry be.
“Why’d you tell me to leave her alone?” I asked carefully.
Bayou didn’t look the least bit apologetic. “It’s hard for someone to know what they’re missing if they’re reminded every single day of why they should stay apart.”
I frowned. “What?”
“She was so fuckin’ pissed at you that she couldn’t see past the pain,” Bayou continued. “Whatever you did to her hurt her. Bad. And she needed to get rid of that pain that you caused her before she could see past it. You gave her the time to do that, and when the opportunity arose for her to rethink her choices, she finally saw past it and looked at you. She missed you and was no longer blinded by what you’d done. By doing that, she chose you rationally, instead of choosing you irrationally.”
“Irrationally?” Rome asked. “Bayou, you’re speaking in goddamn riddles.”
“I understand.” Zee startled me by entering into the conversation. “My ex-wife? I pissed her off good by joining the military straight out of high school. We’d just gotten married, had a baby on the way, and I couldn’t see past my fear of not being able to support our family. So, I went and joined. She was justifiably pissed because we didn’t get to make that decision together, and while I was gone at basic, she mostly got over being that pissed. Until she miscarried at fifteen weeks without me there. When I got done at basic, she met me at graduation only to have me sign divorce papers. All I’m saying is that time really does heal all wounds…it can also cause more. In Landry’s case, y’all needed more time. I think that’s what Bayou is trying to say. That’s why you didn’t go barging in there and demanding that she come back the moment that you realized you’d made a huge mistake.”
I looked at the ground and thought about his words, then took a deep breath and told them what I’d done that had hurt Landry so much.
“Matias had a donor match in an eighteen-year-old,” Rome murmured, sounding sad. “His little brother had also been a recipient of his bone marrow when he was sixteen. It’s hard, according to that kid. And I’ll forever be grateful for what that kid did for Matias. But, on the other hand, I would never have allowed him to give my son that much. Plus, knowing that she was just a kid while this happened? They were supposed to protect her and didn’t. I can see how you choosing to help the sister would bring up bad memories for her.”
I looked down at my feet and cursed. “I know that. Now.”
Rome grinned then and pulled his wife close. “Just don’t fuck up anymore. Always choose her. I think you won’t have any problems keeping her.”
“What makes you think that?” I looked at the bigger man.
Rome tilted his head at something at my back, and I turned to find Landry still dancing, only this time it was with her eyes directly on me.
“Because someone who hasn’t taken her eyes off of you all night long, even with all this man candy all around her, obviously sees something in you that she doesn’t want to lose,” Izzy pointed out.
I felt my lips twitch.
“And she makes you less grumpy. So, you’ll want to hold onto her,” Izzy continued.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m sure getting shot had nothing to do with that grumpiness.”
“You were a grumpy bastard well before you were shot, and we all know it,” Linc offered.
I sighed and shrugged. “It’s just me, what can I say?”
“Who’s ready for dinner?” Conleigh yelled.
We turned once again to see Landry wobbling and Conleigh attempting to guide their way to us with over eight pizza boxes a piece. Conleigh had the boxes she was carrying resting on her baby bump while one hand was holding Landry’s elbow.
Both Linc and I immediately started forward. “Who the hell thought it was a good idea to give the food to the drunk girl and her pregnant friend?”