On our last day at Disney World, the four of us try to get in every last bit of fun. We hit our favorite rides, eat at our favorite restaurants, and spend the evening watching the animals on the savanna outside of the hotel. I know we didn’t do a million things on the trip, but there’s no time to visit every sight and ride every attraction. Hayes promises the kids we’ll come back soon, and they believe him. They’re realizing he isn’t their father who talks a great game yet never comes through. Good or bad, Hayes is an open book. If he says something, it happens.
At our last dinner, Balthazar and Lizzy Anne join us at a long table at a Mexican-style restaurant. Hayes claims his father thinks I hate Lizzy Anne. I claim I don’t and spend a good part of dinner proving my lie.
Balthazar finally says we don’t have to pretend. Family doesn’t have to like each other. Lizzy Anne and I share a smile at the thought of being family. Then we spend the rest of dinner ignoring each other.
Back in the hotel room, the twins babble wildly at their grandparents about everything they've done on the trip. Grandma and Grandpa Eddison sound genuinely happy, yet I suspect they’re unsure about this man suddenly playing the father role. I know they’ll want to visit and meet Hayes. I know he’ll scare them initially, but they’ll end up respecting him. The Eddisons appreciate money and power and Hayes possesses both.
After the twins crash from exhaustion, I sit on the couch in the suite and look at my ring still in the box.
“We’ll get it resized in White Horse,” Hayes says, stripping down for bed. “I figured it was better to get a size too small than too big. I know how women are about their weight.”
Laughing, I watch him disappear into the bathroom and listen to the shower. Waiting for him to return, I study the ring and think about the last week. I never had a father yet never missed out. I spent most of my adult life without a man, and I never missed that either. I was satisfied because being unsatisfied meant becoming my mother. She gave up, and I refused to.
Now I had Hayes, and he needed me. Not to look pretty or fuck him. No, he needed someone to have his back. From following him around White Horse, I learned how many people viewed Hayes as indestructible. He was a flesh and blood man, though, and needed someone capable of letting him be weak when need be.
Hayes appears from the bathroom wearing only boxers and smelling like soap. I’m drawn to the bedroom where he rests against the headboard. He’s tired after a long week of playing family man with his dad, kids, and future wife.
“I always thought people were full of shit when they said they needed a vacation from their vacation,” I say, closing and locking the bedroom door. “I get that saying now.”
“If you’re asking for a few days off when we return, the answer is no.”
Crawling on the bed, I smile. “You’re a tough boss.”
Hayes shares my smile and reaches out to caress my sunburned skin. “You look sexy with that burnt nose.”
I rest on my knees and drink in all of Hayes. With him wearing only boxers, I decide it’s time to get reacquainted with what’s hiding underneath.
“Hello,” I say, stroking his cock through the fabric. “Remember me?”
Hayes reaches out for me, but I shake my head. “Keep your hands to yourself. I need to concentrate. Oh, and no holding my head or shoving your humdinger down my throat or maneuvering me.”
“You’re finally giving me a blowjob, huh? Should I be worried?”
“For my safety?” I ask, grinning. “Sure. For your dick’s safety? Sure. This could go terribly wrong.”
I tug off his black boxers and stroke the colossal dick. Hayes says nothing and watches me like I might be a threat. I don’t blame him for worrying. I’ve given two blowjobs in my life, and I bit down both times. In each case, the dick was half his size and my mouth hasn’t gotten any wider.
“Be nice to me,” I tell the dick while my hand slides along its length. “I’m the sweet lady attached to the vagina you enjoy pounding.”
Hayes fights a grin, but he looks nervous.
“Shh, don’t cry,” I say and lick the drop of pre-cum.
Exhaling hard, Hayes is a minute from simply fucking me. The tension of having an inexperienced chick like me in control of his dick is palpable. I ignore him and focus on the hard flesh in my hands.
My tongue bathes the length of it and the damn thing twitches with appreciation. I smile and take another long lick before teasing the slit. I think Hayes says my name, but I’m too focused on staying focused.