I did good, I knew the pickles would be a big hit and I smiled proudly.
This baby daddy thing would be a breeze.
“Yes, Kitten?”
“How about we order out?” She asked, placing the pickles back on the counter, covering her mouth with her hand.
I reached out and pulled her hand away and she giggled.
“What?” I asked.
“You bought me pickles and ice cream,” she said through her giggles.
“Yeah, so?” I looked back at the ice cream.
“Nothing,” she said, surprising me by wrapping her arms around my middle and hugging me. “Thank you, that was really sweet.”
“But you rather order out,” I said, wrapping my arms around her waist and glancing down at her.
“I want pizza,” she declared, tilting her head back so she could look up at me.
Those eyes, man, they were pretty.
I hope Pea has her eyes.
“You want anything on it?”
“Sausage,” she whispered, winking at me before she dropped her arms from me.
I knew that all these Italian’s wanted the old sausage. Speaking of sausage, I wonder when the last time she had it was. Was I last the one?
Whoa, buddy. Don’t go there.
The last thing I needed right now was to think about Lauren getting laid.
Still, I pictured her sprawled out on the floor, legs open wide, inviting me to devour that pussy. Nah, fuck that. I’d rather be on the bottom, have her sit on my face and ride my tongue. Now, that was a pretty picture. I’d grab onto her thighs as she went buck wild on my tongue.
Yes, please.
More of that.
A lot more of that.
“Riggs?” She questioned. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, why?” I said as my eyes dropped to her tits. Had they gotten bigger? They looked tremendous right now in that t-shirt.
I wonder if I pretend to drop a glass of water on the front of it if she’ll take it off and show me her nips.
I wanted the nips.
“You’re sweating,” she pointed out.
“Fuck,” I growled. “I’m fine, just order whatever you want. I need to use the bathroom,” I said, turning around to adjust my dick straining against the zipper of my jeans.
Down boy.
I went to the bathroom and for the greater good of Kitten and Tiger, I jacked off. There was no fucking way I’d be able to sit there and share a meal with Lauren with a hard on. I thought about asking her if this co-parenting thing involved sex but I decided not to rock the boat any more than I already had. Come to think about it, we already had a kid on the way, why not take advantage of the no rubber thing?
I guess we did that already.
But we should do it again.
And this time I’d eat her pussy while I was at it.
It didn’t take long for me to come, and I was thankful for the fancy towels that were a new addition to the otherwise bare bathroom. When I emerged from the bathroom, Lauren’s cheeks were redder than nail polish on her toes.
Cute toes.
I looked back at her face, her eyes wandering the room and her cheeks growing even redder.
She definitely knew I rubbed one out.
But why was she embarrassed?
Unless….
No, did Kitten have her hands down her pants too?
Ah, that’s great.
I leaned back against the couch, spreading my arms across the back and stared at her knowingly.
She threw a pillow at me and I fell in love with her temporarily again.
We both burst out laughing.
When the pizza arrived we had a picnic on the floor. I was kind of glad we didn’t have a table yet because I had never been on a picnic before, outside or inside. Pea needed to go on picnics. I’d take him or her to Central Park and we’d have a picnic, just the three of us. Wow, two hours playing house with Lauren and I was turning into a bitch, making plans and dreaming of a family. What the fuck was wrong with me?
Time to go.
Run.
I grabbed my empty plate, moving to my feet and nodded toward hers.
“You done?” I asked.
“Yeah, thanks,” she said, handing me the paper plate. I dropped them in the garbage as she packed up the rest of the pizza and brought the box into the kitchen.
“I’ve got to head out,” I said, turning around to face her.
I saw the disappointment flicker in her eyes, kicking myself again because I was the reason behind that sad look in her eyes.
“It’s better if I go,” I explained.
“Yeah,” she agreed.
Who says you can’t bullshit a bullshitter? We fucking aced that shit.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips against her cheek, nuzzling my nose along her jaw because I was a greedy fuck and wanted to smell her. I wanted to go back to the compound with her scent on my face and pretend it marked me because of all the naughty things I did to her.
Her hand traveled the length of my arm and her fingers laced with mine, forcing me to pull back and look at her.
“Thanks for the pickles and ice cream,” she said with a smile.
“Thanks for not cutting my balls off for missing the appointment,” I replied.
“No problem, but next time you do, I might,” she warned, dropping my hand and taking a step backward.