Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
While Noah fingers my ass, he sucks on my dick like he’s getting paid for it. Warm saliva coats my cock, while two of his fingers rub against my prostate.
I warn him with plenty of time for him to move out of the way, but he doesn’t. I come on a hoarse cry, and he swallows it all—something he only does when he feels like being nice. Which is rarely, because he’s Noah.
He pulls back and wipes his mouth. “Less messy.” He grins.
I reach for his fly when he stands. “Your turn.”
His hand covers mine to stop me. “That was for you, because I know you needed it.”
Leaning in, he kisses me with the same amount of passion he’s always had for me, and all the good feelings from the amazing blowjob float away with the notion that I’m walking my man—the love of my life—into a lion’s den.
Noah and I have been through some hard times, but introducing my black husband to my homophobic, racist parents? Fern owes me, and I mean more than money.
I don’t want to put Noah through their judgment and scrutiny. He deserves better than that. They may be my family by blood, but Noah is my world.
Noah takes his seat again and wraps his arm around me. As if sensing what I’m worried about, he says, “I’m here, babe. No matter what they throw at us.”
I lean into him and take deep calming breaths, trying to prepare myself for seeing my family again.
When we land, Char’s there to meet us in the private charter lounge.
At least we’re starting off with the nice family member and someone Noah’s met before. She hugs us both, which surprises Noah.
“Where’s your gaggle of children?” I ask.
“At home with their daddy. He called it babysitting. Can you believe that? He deserves to be left alone with them. Until he learns to call looking after his kids parenting, he’s gonna be doin’ as much ‘babysittin’’ as he can.”
I have to admit her baby daddy is a bit of a stereotypical small-town Southern man. Bless his heart. I paid for Char, her partner, and their two kids to come to New York two years ago during the off-season. He hated every second of being in “the big, noisy city.” He was surprisingly supportive of Noah and me though. Maybe it’s because he knows if it weren’t for us, they’d still be living in a trailer.
My sister is content to be a Stuart Crossing stay-at-home mom, and that’s her prerogative. Since then, she’s popped out another kidlet I haven’t met, and three kids in four years is an amazing feat. She says she’s gonna prove she’s a better mom than our own. That seems to be her only goal in life. And hell, I understand it.
If … no—when—Noah and I get our baby, it’s going to be my number one priority to let him or her know they’re loved no matter who they grow up to be. I’m going to support them, discipline them, but most of all, I’m going to love them. I will be there for them through everything—not pick and choose when and under what circumstances.
Whenever they come to us.
We’ve been with our adoption agency for a few months, which is no time at all in adoption land, but they said with us being a high-profile couple and in the media, we’ll most likely have more people interested in giving us their child.
Was it weird hearing that? Absolutely.
But it seems like it might not have been true, because we haven’t been picked yet.
It’s still early, I remind myself. Adoption takes years.
It’s funny that we went from not even discussing it to wanting it so badly this quickly, but Noah and I are the same in the way that when we decide we want something, we go for it. Once our mind is made up, there’s no changing it.
Though, I think I’m the only one super eager for it. Noah’s still in the mindset it’ll take years, so he’s taking this time to mentally prepare himself.
“How’s Fern doing?” I ask as we make our way out to Char’s car.
“She’s hanging in there.”
“She’s still in labor?” Noah exclaims. “She called us, like, twelve hours ago.”
“Yup. Our nephew is stubborn.” Char cocks her head. “I wonder where he gets that from?”
“Clearly from Aunt Char,” I say.
“Mmhmm.”
Char catches us up on the latest happenings in my siblings’ lives, including the news that Daisy’s engaged to the conservative trust fund kid. Wade is still doing well at school, and Fern’s all set to move to Knoxville once she graduates high school in a couple of months.
“I should warn you …” Char says as we pull into the parking lot of the hospital. “Mom and Dad are here.”
I figured as much, but I had hoped they wouldn’t bother. “Good plan telling me with no time to prepare to see them.”