A boy, who looked to be about six, fell off the monkey bars. He landed on his back when he hit the ground. A moment later, his wail filled the air.
His mother rushed to him, scooped him up and immediately tried to soothe him. He quieted quickly—no doubt the shock of the fall had been worse than the pain of it.
That will be me soon.Drying my child’s tears, kissing scraped knees and elbows, telling bedtime stories. I wanted Slash there when that happened. I wanted him in the picture. But if I wanted Slash, I’d have to take the club and all that came with it.
I hadn’t meant to get pregnant, and I’d been fully committed to raising the baby on my own. But I no longer had to. I supposed Slash and I could co-parent and choose not to be in a relationship, but then he’d still be in my life, and the baby’s life. I wouldn’t keep him away from his child.
In or out.
I had to choose.
Love or fear?
* * *
The bed dipped, and I felt a warm body sidle up behind me. Lips caressed my neck as a hand wormed its way underneath my T-shirt. Callused fingers teased my nipple into a tight bud.
“Slash,” I whispered, wiggling my bottom against him.
“I’m home, baby. Missed you.”
He ceased paying attention to my nipple and his hand drifted lower, dipping into my panties.
I let out a low moan as he slid a finger between my folds.
“Did you miss me?” he asked, his voice husky.
Nodding, I rolled over onto my back.
Slash pulled my panties down, so there was nothing between us. It was dark and I couldn’t see, which only heightened my awareness.
I spread my legs, greedy for what he could give me.
He worked a finger into me, pumping slowly.
“Need,” I gasped as pleasure sparked between my thighs.
“Need what?”
“Need more,” I begged.
“How about this.” He added another finger. “God, woman. You’re so fucking wet.”
My back arched as he picked up speed, until I clenched around him, coming all over his fingers.
“Yeah, baby. Just like that,” he whispered.
He removed his hand from between my legs. Slash painted my lips with my release, and I licked his fingers.
“Do you want my mouth or my cock?” he asked.
“Both,” I groaned. “I want both.”
“My woman is greedy.”
I felt him move until he was farther down on the bed. He wrenched my legs apart and then his head was between my thighs.
His tongue was magic.