We headed back to the house where Sinclair packed up her things. “We should wait until Alyssa gets back. She’ll want to see that we’re good. She’s been worried about it.”
Guilt hit me in the gut. “Fuck. I tried to act right.”
She pressed her hand to my chest. “You did and I appreciate it. But there was no hiding your pain.”
“She didn’t think I’d leave, did she?” All of a sudden, I worried I’d messed up big time. I couldn’t have my child worried I’d leave her.
“No. She was afraid we’d divorce, but she knew you wouldn’t leave her.”
“I won’t leave you either.” I pulled her hand to my lips, kissing the inside of her wrist.
A few minutes later, a car pulled in and Alyssa rushed out to where Sinclair and I were sitting on the porch.
“Daddy!”
I scooped her up and hugged her. “How’s my gal?”
“Good. We went to see a movie. It was funny.” She looked over at Sinclair and then me. “Are you taking us home?”
My heart wept with joy. “Sort of. I’m bringing your mom home tonight so you can have your fun with your grandparents.”
I nodded to Sinclair’s parents as they came up the steps.
“I can’t come?” Alyssa asked, giving me her pouty lip. Usually that worked on me to give her what she wanted.
“I thought we were baking cookies tonight,” Sinclair’s mother said.
Sinclair came up to me and Alyssa. “You and your grandparents have lots of fun planned. Besides, it’s just one night. We’ll come get you tomorrow.”
“Promise?”
“Cross my heart,” I said. “I’ll never leave you, Alyssa. That you can always count on.”
She grinned and gave me a hug. “Okay.”
“Alyssa, go with Grandpa inside and have him get the flour and sugar off the shelf,” Sinclair’s mother said.
“Okay.” She trotted inside behind her grandfather.
“I take it all is well now?” Sinclair’s mother asked.
I put my arm around Sinclair. “It’s perfect, Mrs. Simms.”
She smiled. “Good. Now skedaddle. I’ve got a cookie-making date with my granddaughter.”
* * *
I drove home holding Sinclair’s hand as I couldn’t not touch her. The house was dark. I could hear the TV on in my mother’s granny unit.
“We’ve got the house to ourselves,” I said. “Where do you want to start?”
Sinclair gave me a sexy smile and started upstairs.
I watched her fine ass as I followed her up the steps. Once in the room, she dropped her bag and turned to me.
“What’s your fantasy, Wyatt?”
“You are, baby.” I held her hips, wishing we were already naked. I turned her, pressing her against the closed door. “Want to fuck standing up?”
“I want to fuck every way possible.”
“Jesus, I love you.” We scrambled to get naked. I dropped to my knees, looking up at my beautiful goddess of a wife. “I used to dream about you all the time. It got me through a lot of lonely nights.”
She ran her fingers through my hair.
“But the real thing? That’s so much better.” I pushed her thighs open and ran my tongue around her clit, loving the sound of her gasp.
“I once had a vibrator,” she said on a raspy breath.
I stopped. “Once? Do you still have it?”
“Why would I? Your dick is so much better.”
Still, my mind was a whirl with all the erotic things I could do with her and that vibrator. “Maybe next time.” I didn’t give her time to respond as I dove in and feasted on her sweet pussy until she was writhing and moaning and coming all over my tongue.
Then I stood, and hooking her leg over my thigh, I thrusted in to the hilt.
“Yes!” she cried out. “Yes… Oh God…Wyatt. I love your dick.”
“It’s all yours, baby,” I managed as I began to move, letting the delicious squeeze of her pussy on my dick take me to heaven.
“Someday I want you to give me more babies.”
I didn’t know why, but the idea of impregnating her made my dick harder. “As many as you want.”
Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her hot breath coming fast against my ear. Her moans and mews had me mad with need.
“Make me come, baby.” I pistoned my hips, thrusting and plunging until I could hardly see straight.
Her pussy clamped down and her body convulsed as she cried out my name. I let go, letting my own orgasm blast through me.
“So fucking good…” I said as I continued to pump in her sweet pussy.
Once we caught our breaths, I managed to get us into bed. I was ready to love her again, but she told me she had something for me. She walked naked to her bag. I was distracted by her sexy curves and it wasn’t until she was back in bed that I noticed she was carrying a shoebox.
“What’s this?” I asked, sitting up against the pillows and putting my arm around her as she settled in next to me.
“Pictures.” She pulled off the lid of the box. She pawed through the stack. “Here. This was when I first started to show. It was around Christmas time.”
She handed me a picture. Sinclair looked the same to me when I first saw her again, but in this picture, she looked so much younger. Her hair was up in a ponytail. She was standing sideways, her shirt lifted, and a little belly protruding.
Emotion flooded my system, immediately bringing tears to my eyes. I drew my finger over her belly. “Alyssa is in there.”
“Yes.”
“Were you sick?’ I needed to know everything. Every detail, even as I knew it would make my guilt at having left worse.
“Not too bad. By this time, I felt pretty good.” She pulled out another picture. “This is about a week before she was born.”
“Holy shit, how did you stay upright?”
Sinclair’s belly looked about as big as she was tall.
She laughed. “I know, right? I was sure she was going to be a gymnast too because she was always doing summersaults.” She pulled out another picture. “And here is right after she was born.”
Sinclair
