Neil is still sound asleep beside me, gently snoring. I’m hesitant to leave his side. He looks so peaceful in sleep. But then I hear Mia again and my mind is made up. Carefully, I extract my limbs from around Neil, and roll out of bed. I wait a moment as I stand, half expecting Neil to rouse, bu
Beau leans back and looks at me, affronted, like I’ve horribly offended him. “Oh, I see what’s happening here.” “Good,” I say, grateful that he’s finally come into some self-awareness. It is incredibly inappropriate to take a baby into a bar to meet a random hook-up date. “You’re jealous,” he sa
I focus on that thought, that feelings are out of the equation entirely, and take Mia back to the playroom. Unfortunately, that thought doesn’t block out the burning discomfort in my chest. I set Mia down near her blocks then quickly check my front and profile views in the nearby view. My boobs ar
The longer it takes Steven to answer, the worse I feel for bothering him with this kind of question. It’s insecure, for one thing, which goes against my nature generally. Freaking Beau makes me feel like I’m on unequal footing sometimes. It isn’t fair of me to push that onto Steven to deal with. “
Steven glances up at me. “Something wrong?” Guess my mood shift was obvious. “Just worrying about Neil.” Steven nods as he returns to work. “Me, too.” Silence falls around us again but it’s companionable this time, rather than awkward. Hanging out with Steven feels like this sometimes. We coex
Beau POV No sooner does Beau have his date in his room, than his hands go directly to those massive tits that have been taunting him all night. His date purposefully put them on display to drive him wild, and he’s eager to feel. Yet, she playfully bats his hands away. “Sit,” she says. She grabs
I awake to the sound of some asshole pounding at my door. I look at the clock. It’s 2 freaking am. I want to roll over and go back to sleep, but whoever it is, is incessant. Grumbling, I pull myself out of bed. The place better be on fire or something for how much urgency is in that knocking. I
With my tits on display, he takes his fill of the view. His dick jumps. It must be painful, having it constrained in his tight pants. He’s too busy holding my arms to do much about it. “Gods, you are bless,” he says, voice lust-rough. “And so am I, to get to see them. And touch them. And… taste…”