The Lyon's Cub Caitlin (Lyon The Next Generation 1)

And now that I’m free to express myself I’m not going backwards. Okay, my grandparents are downstairs so it wouldn’t be cool or sensible to try anything, but there’s a whole lotta places around here to disappear to for an hour. It’s time to get this boy onboard. And I know just how to move him along.

I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn’t see him move, I just felt him push me back against the wall. He pulled my hands up above my head and looked down into my eyes and just the way he looked at me made me feel hot all over. He lifted my shirt out of the way and with his eyes still on mine, bit my nipple through my bra. If his hand wasn’t holding me up I would’ve hit the floor.

I held my breath as he nibbled his way along my warm flesh, his hand on my tummy felt hot and hard as he pressed it into me, holding me in place as he sucked the flesh of my breast that escaped my bra between his teeth, just like he’d done to my tummy the day before. I’d spent most of the night after going to bed looking at that mark and remembering what it had felt like when he did it to me.

Now this was even hotter, and when he was through marking me there he raised his lips to mine once more and pressed that hard length that I was dying to see between my thighs right where I needed it most.

This time he didn’t hold back and I felt all of him. My hands itched to touch but he was still holding them up above my head, pressed against the wall as he held me up with his body. I rode the hard ridge of his cock as it moved against me and was close to something when he moved away.

“Todd?” I couldn’t catch my breath. There was a fire burning out of control deep in my tummy and down between my thighs. I tried pulling him back to me but he held me away. I was this close to fighting him, I wanted to feel that again.

“Easy-easy!”

“Let’s go to my room, or the guestroom.” I tried getting his lips back on mine but he evaded me.

“I don’t think so.” He eased away from me and took my hand to lead me from the room. Is he teasing me? Oho, he has no idea what he’s just done.

MANCINI

After the ice cream fiasco she took maybe two bites and decided she didn’t want anymore. It was already going on six hours and she was still not ready to give birth so we were playing cards. I heard a commotion outside and ten seconds later Dr. Stein walked in.

“Hello!” She greeted the other doc and got an update on where we were and I was able to relax for the first time since this whole thing started. Not that I don’t trust Lyon’s doctor, it’s just that I’m more comfortable with the one I chose. She knows me and I know her.

“Right, so it’s definitely not Braxton Hicks, we’re doing this tonight. But as we’ve discussed before Cierra, as a first time mom it may take a while before you go into active labor. You’ve been in very good hands here and everything looks great. Who’s the little one?”

Before I could explain Catalina walked over and offered her hand. “Hello, I’m Catalina are you and obstetrician or an OBGYN?”

“That’s a very smart question. I’m an OBGYN.”

“You must be the best.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because uncle Hank picked you. Now, you have to remember to save the chord and I need a little-little piece, oh and the placenta.”

Dr. Stein looked over her head at me as if to say what the fuck is this?

“It’s okay doc.” I didn’t bother to explain, she’ll figure it out soon enough. I just stood back and watched the kid put the doc through her paces for the next ten minutes.

She gave her a better rundown on my wife’s progress than the damn chart did and by the time she was through, Dr. Stein, another child prodigy herself, was looking at Catalina with new respect.

“What’re your plans for this one?” Dr. Stein inclined her head in Catalina’s direction when she left to go ask her mom if she could have something to drink.

“Wide and sundry doc, wide and sundry.” Man I hope I have a girl.

Lyon

I can’t believe Mancini’s gonna do this shit. When I told Kat what was going on she didn’t even seem phased by the idea of our eight-year old daughter watching someone give birth. Times sure have changed since I was a kid. Then again no kid I ever knew was interested in this shit.