“If I’m not going to give the guy who stole my baby girl away from me a hard time, then who’s going to do it?” my dad grumbled. Then he grinned. “Maybe I’ll just let her brothers take over the task.”
My mom swatted his arm and snapped, “You’ll do no such thing!” Then she turned back to the screen. “I swear I’ll find a way to rein him in when you guys come up to visit,” she promised. “As long as you tell me it’s going to be soon. We all miss you!”
“I hate to disappoint you both, but Zoe isn’t coming back to Canada anytime soon.” Landon’s tone was firm, brooking no argument.
“But—”
“I’m sorry, baby, but it’s going to have to wait until we know you’ve been given your conditional residency and there isn’t going to be a problem with immigration coming back home. You have your fingerprinting appointment and medical examination scheduled for next week, and we don’t know how long it will take to hear back with a decision after that.”
“As much as I hate to admit it, he’s right, baby girl,” my mom muttered. “While you might want to have your mom around while you’re pregnant, you need Landon near.”
“I’ll bring your mom down to see you soon,” my dad promised.
“And I’ll make sure your old apartment is furnished and we keep the lease so they have somewhere to stay,” Landon added. “You’re all welcome any time.
As easy as that, the two most important men in my world made everything right for me.
Chapter 12
Landon
Slowly, I licked a path in a circle around Zoe’s nipple and she moaned, her legs squeezing around my waist. Leaning up, I palmed both of her tits. I’d loved them before, but seeing them grow over the last few months was fucking amazing and I had no complaints about their extra sensitive nature either. I massaged them a little, enjoying the feel of her body writhing beneath mine, then shifted my hands so I was cupping them. I resumed licking all around the areolas without touching the tips.
“I can’t fucking wait to see these filled with milk,” I murmured, not just turned on, but a little in awe of the fact that in a short time, she’d be feeding our baby with these ripe tits. Though, I wasn’t all that keen on the fact that I was going to have to share them.
“Landon! Stop teasing me,” Zoe whined, even as a shudder raced down her body. Damn, I loved it when she got all riled up. My cock was nestled in the juncture of her thighs and every time I moved, it slid easily through her wetness. I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer, not when I was already leaking come like a damn faucet.
“You want me to suck on those pretty nipples, baby?”
I pinched them and she cried out, then her hips bucked as I took one into my mouth. She was rubbing her pussy up against me, trying to find relief and I let the bud go with a pop. “I make you come, Zoe,” I growled. “Be a good girl and stop trying to get off.”
She whimpered and I resumed lavishing both tits with my kisses, licks, and sucks. Her hips went at it again and I let her go, moving up to my knees. “No! Landon,” she cried. “I was almost there!”
“What did I tell you, baby?” I grabbed her hips and flipped her over so she was on her elbows and knees, ass in the air. “Only I’m allowed to make you come.” I slapped her pretty white cheek and she gasped. “Your orgasms belong to me.” My hand came down on the opposite one. Her head whipped around to stare at me, wide-eyed, but there wasn’t fear or pain in them. Only heat. Dipping one finger into her pussy, it was immediately soaked and I smirked. “Does getting spanked make you hot, Blondie?”
“Um...” Her cheeks flushed even more, her response turning into a deep groan as I scissored two fingers in and out of her.
“So fucking tight,” I rasped. “I swear you’ve gotten even tighter since getting pregnant.” I pulled my fingers out, bent forward and licked the shell of her ear before whispering, “I love you.” Then I reared back and drove my cock in as deep as it would go.
“Yes! Landon, yes!” Zoe screamed as an orgasm ripped through her.
“Fuck! Yes!” I shouted. “Milk my cock, baby. Fuck! Yes! Oh, fuck!” Her walls clenched down on me so hard that I barely got two thrusts in before I was burying myself deep and exploding inside her.
It was like a never ending stream of come, I couldn’t seem to fill her enough. My dick was still hard as a fucking rock, so I began to pump in and out again. Before long, we were both hoarse from our shouts of ecstasy as another orgasm over took us.
Finally, semi-limp and panting, I collapsed beside her and positioned her so she was sprawled across me. I pushed away some errant curls that were sticking to her sweaty forehead and pressed a kiss there.
“Good morning,” she half giggled, half croaked. I laughed and kissed her again. I caressed her tiny, but growing baby bump and sighed in complete happiness.
It was Friday, but we were having a lazy morning because instead of going into work, we had a doctor’s appointment. Zoe was officially far enough along for us to find out the sex of the baby. I was antsy as shit and couldn’t fucking wait until two o’clock.
The sound of my phone vibrating broke the silence, and I grumpily reached over to grab it and see who was interrupting my time with my wife.
Weston Davis.
I sat up and hit the green circle and brought the phone to my ear. “Any news?” I asked, scooting back, so I was leaning against the headboard.
“Hello to you too,” he drawled.
“Well?” My impatience to get to the bottom of all of this was wearing thin. Shortly after we spoke with Weston the last time, he’d been able to make a thin connection from Senator Penderson’s golf buddy to a guy in Homeland, who was dating a woman that worked in our local USCIS office. We’d speculated on the next step, and Weston had the brilliant idea to try and dig up dirt on the Senator. Meanwhile, I went to several disgruntled Penderson Builders clients and convinced them to let me dig into the books, as well as inspect the sites.
So far, Steve had skirted the line of legality, using everything he could at the minimum standard without violating building and contract law. So, I was forced to wait on Weston’s findings.
In the past, we’d viewed Steve as an annoyance, but played fair, accepting lost contracts and moving on to new ones. But, after we discovered the connection to the tip, the gloves had come off. If I couldn’t prove him unethical and get him kicked out of the business, I was going to take it all away from him another way. We hired an interior designer to work under Zoe, two new architects, and beefed up our construction crews. Then we went after his clients. So far, we’d secured seven new projects that he’d been bidding on and were hired for three of his previous projects to come in and clean up his shoddy work.
I was still hoping for the smoking gun, though.
“Yeah, took some major digging. It was buried deep. Turns out Steve has a fondness for paid companions. And I don’t just mean for his own use.”
“He was a pimp?” I ask, trying to clarify his meaning. Zoe, who’d sat up and moved over to my side to listen, raised an eye brow.
“Nope,” he let the p pop. “He got busted in college for being an escort. But, Daddy covered it up. Got the conviction sealed.”
Zoe gasped and clapped her hands over her mouth, suppressing laughter.
“Are you kidding me?”
“You think I’d fuck with you about this?” Weston drawled. “It’s why he funded the business. His boy couldn’t follow in his footsteps. Couldn’t risk the chance that someone would get their hands on his conviction. Giving him a business to run kept him busy, under his watchful eye, and out of trouble.”
“I’ll give him trouble,” I threatened.
“Everything I found is in the email I’m sending you now. What do you think you’ll do with it?”
I opened my mouth to speak but stopped when Zoe’s soft hand landed atop mine.
“Landon, do we really need to use this information?”
Dropping the phone to the bed, I
twisted and lifted Zoe sideways onto my lap. “That motherfucker needs to get out of this industry before his shoddy work gets someone killed. But, even if I could live with his business still up and running, I’m not going to let him get away with what he did to you.” My words were angry but as I thought about what could have happened, it was coated in anguish at what he might have done. “I could have lost you, baby. What if I hadn’t been around the day you got that letter? Or when Teagan showed up at the office.” I put my hand on her belly. “What if we’d never made our little peanut?”
Her face softened and she leaned in, brushing her lips over mine. “Nothing can take me away from you now, though.” The next kiss was deeper, more passionate.
“Ah—I’m gonna go before I hear things that will scar my brain,” Weston’s voice interrupted, making us jump a little. I’d forgotten he was there.