ChapterTwelve
Carla
I wake up relaxed and sore as fuck! And all the memories come flooding back. Asher fucked me within an inch of my life, then took such good care of me afterwards all I was fit to do was go to sleep. Then he held me all night long, but I couldn't resist, and I poked the bear. I pushed my naked ass into his crotch until I found myself underneath his big body as he fucked me again saying all types of filthy stuff in my ear. This time there was no toys, no paper cuffs just me and him, and this time when the orgasm came barreling down on me, he leaned in near my ear and told me, “Soak this dick baby,” and I did just that. I woke up and noticed he was semi hard, next thing I know tears and spit is running down my face from him throat fucking me. I can still remember him telling me to “Suck this dick baby, be my little slut and open your mouth and swallow this cock. Eat up baby, swallow like a good girl. I remember me almost choking to death when he slides two fingers inside of me, curling them and stroking my g-spot as he unloaded in my mouth. The orgasm overtook me so fast I didn’t have time to prepare, and I struggled to swallow, and the orgasm literally wracked its way through my body.
Now it’s just about the afternoon and I haven’t slept this late in years. And as if on cue Asher is carrying a tray with breakfast food on it, and not a moment too soon because I am starving. He sits on the side of the bed, and I push myself up against the headboard to prepare to eat when I realize he intends to feed me himself. Twenty minutes later and I am ready to go for round four when his phone rings preventing me from having my way with him.
“Hello.” He says into the phone sharply, clearly irritated. I can’t hear what’s being said on the other end but I notice the change in Asher’s demeanor immediately. A few seconds later I hear him say, “We’ll be there soon.” He hangs up, and resumes feeding me.
“Asher, where are we going?”
“To the hospital once you are done eating. T’Aundrea is in labor.”
“We have to go now!” I go to throw the covers off and Asher’s heavy hand on my thigh stops me from moving.
“Labor can take hours and you need to eat. Your wellbeing and needs come first dove. Once the baby is here, they aren’t going anywhere and you’ll have plenty of time to see him. But you getting sick is not an option or up for debate.”
And that is where that conversation ended. He hand-feeds me for another twenty minutes until I am too full to eat more. And only when he felt I was full and not lying to him did he let me get up to wash and get dressed. I think what surprised me, but not really, was the fact that he already had new clothes in his closet and dressers just for me. An hour later we are finally heading to the hospital. He reaches over and grabs my thigh while he drives and again, I am ready to tell him to pull over so I can get a quickie in really fast
Asher
I made a decision years ago to have a vasectomy and I didn’t regret it until Savvy, her children and grandchildren came into the picture. But even then, it wasn’t enough to make me consider reversing the procedure until now. Holding little Malachi has my ovaries clenching and I don’t even have any. He’s so tiny and fragile but, with a big ass mouth, he cried so loudly we heard him all the way down the hall. Oh man and he smells so good, do all babies smell like this? No wonder woman love holding babies. I only have a few minutes to hold him before it’s time to pass him on to the next person waiting. T and Angie, bless their hearts, are letting all of us hold their brand-new baby.
“So, you and the lawyer huh? I can’t say we are surprised.” Aryan says.
“Is that a fact. I mean I didn’t try to hide my attraction to her,” I reply, still looking at Malachi as he is being passed around.
“Is this the real thing or an after-services payment plan?”
“You’re a real asshole you know that? And watch how you talk about her.”
“Aww, so it’s like that huh? It must be really good.”
“We in the right place for me to beat your ass Aryan, keep running your fucking mouth and I am going to make sure that shit gets wired shut,” I growl focusing all my attention on him.
“I see… so she’s your wife.”
“I…” I stutter to a stop and look at my brother. “Damn I walked into that didn’t I?” I say once I calm down a little bit.
“Pretty much,” he says chuckling.
“You really are a dick.”
“Yeah, but you love me. Uh oh, I think you might have lost your woman already.” He nods in Carla’s direction. I whip around so fast I am surprised I didn’t snap my neck. When my eyes locate Carla, I have to agree with my brother, Malachi has officially stolen my woman and he isn’t even a day old. To be fair, all the women look the same way once he is in their arms.
“You look like you miss having a baby in your arms Savvy. Josh, I think she wants a baby with you,” Joseph teases.
“You, look like you should shut the hell up! Don’t speak that foolishness in my life! Jag and I are enjoying our life together. I’ve been a mother since I was eighteen years old, and I absolutely refuse to have a baby when I have grandchildren. You should be worried about Joyce since she hasn’t put the baby down since she got him,” Savvy retorts. We all look at Joyce who indeed looks like she has developed baby fever.
Finally, the baby made his back to T’Aundrea once he opened his mouth to alert his mother of his hunger. A few hours later we are back at the house, Carla has to work tomorrow, and I want to spend as much time with her as I can. She takes cases all over the state of Mississippi, and I will not try to hold her back or change her at all—if anything I want to help her reach every goal she has for herself and even help her set a few new ones. We stopped by her place to grab her clothes, got some food and came to my place. She’s been very quiet since we left the hospital and I intend to find out what is bothering her.
“What’s wrong little one?” I ask her as I pull her into my lap.
“Nothing.” She breathes out.
“Now that is something we’re not going to do with each other Carla, we are never going to lie to each other. So, I am asking you again, what’s wrong?” She shifts in my lap and buries her head under my chin into my chest and says nothing.
“Baby doll, you are always making things hard on yourself.” I stand up and carry her over to the switch on the wall.