This Time Around (15 page)

“Connie James Miller, you will not speak to Liam that way. Now apologize,” Bambi says, standing up from her chair. Connie looks shocked by the tone of her voice. She looks between Bambi and me but then her eyes settle on mine. I keep eye contact, showing her who is the adult here. I feel like a father figure, but not actually knowing if I am her father or not. Fuck.

“I’m sorry, Liam,” Connie whispers, and looks at her hands on her lap. She blinks in rapid succession, like she is trying to stop the tears falling. I climb to my feet and walk around to Connie’s side of the table. Kneeling down so we are eye level, I take her tiny hands in my large work-worn ones.

“It is fine, Con. I am very protective of those I care about and I will not apologize for that. This boy is new to town and I don’t know him from Adam. Just be careful around him, okay?” She nods her head.

“You really care for me and Mum?”

“Of course I do, doll. I see you guys as family. Is that okay with you?”

“Yes. You and Knox are pretty cool. Can we go to the arcade now before I torture you two with my movie choices?” she smiles at me.

“Hell yes we can. Come on, I bet I can whip your little bum at air hockey.” I wink and stand to my full height. Connie does the same and places her hands on her hips, I mirror her action and pop my hip.

“Beat me? Beat me? Bring it old man.” She runs off before I can reply. “Need to get my shoes. BRB,” she shouts back at us.

“BRB?” I look at Bambi, confused.

“Be right back. It is text shorthand,” she explains. I slap my hands to my forehead.

“Shit, I am old.” Bambi laughs at me and starts collecting up the plates. I help her and once she puts them in the sink I pin her to the counter. She turns in my arms and loops her thumbs in the belt hoops on my jeans and pulls me closer. I look into her eyes and see the desire that I am feeling for her. Lifting my hands from the counter I cup her cheeks, holding her while I take her mouth. My tongue slips between her plump lips and her taste takes over my senses. We get lost in the kiss, time and sounds fade away. There is nothing but me and my Bambi.

Fucking chick thinking!

I break the kiss, much to Penny’s disappointment. A squeak leaves her mouth and I chuckle, laying another kiss on her. Her eyes are hooded showing me just how much she is turned on and I have to say, that makes me fuck-happy.

“Baby, we need to stop. Con can walk in any time and I don’t think she will be happy seeing her mum’s boyfriend shagging her over the kitchen sink.” I wink at her and pull away. I adjust my denim shorts and walk towards the front door. I need to remove myself from Bambi’s space otherwise I will take her; hard and fast.

The arcade was packed with people enjoying the summer. Kids were running around playing the machines. Parents sitting in the bistro tables watching their children enjoy themselves. What it would be like to be that age again? Connie had beaten me at air hockey three times, albeit I may or may not have let her win. She won so many tokens that she was able to get a small stuffed turtle that she carried with her everywhere. Me and Bambi sat and watched her mingle with her friends that turned up. It made me proud to see how amazing Connie is with people, even at the age of nine. She is well liked and she likes everyone. I got to spend some time with Bambi and we talked a lot. We talked about everyday things. Us, not the kids. Films we like, foods, colours, sport. It was nice, it was relaxing and felt right. It felt as if we had been a couple for years, but that nagging question was never asked. I fucked up again and we went to bed and made love very slowly, very quietly.

It is now my mission to ask the ten million pound question. I will find out if Connie James Miller is mine.

Waking up wrapped in Liam Bradley is one of my new favourite things to do. His tattooed arms are holding me tight to him. My head is resting on his chest and I can hear the steady beat of his heart. I run my fingers lightly over his pecs, feeling the warm, smooth but hard flesh. Goosebumps cover his skin but he doesn’t stir. We made love last night once Connie went off to bed. I have never had a man treat me with such tender care when having sex. He was slow and loving. God, the way his hips thrust into me, it was like he was dancing to some sensual music that wasn’t being played. He played my body like he had known it for many years. He kissed, licked and nipped at every inch of my flesh. Thinking of the way he was touching me makes my skin heat up. The image of Liam, licking my nipples gives me an idea. I smile to myself and ever so slowly, slide under the blanket. I crawl over his one leg and I position myself between his muscular thighs.

We fell asleep naked last night, which is safe in this house. Connie never comes into my room in the mornings without knocking. His dick is at half mast and is still looking impressive. I take it in my hand and bring it to my mouth. I lick him from root to tip. He starts hardening straight away and I take him fully into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. Lucky for Mr Bradley, I have no gag reflex. His hips buck, forcing his cock into my mouth. I widen my lips and flatten my tongue. A moan escapes his mouth and the sheet leaves my back. I look up at him, my mouth firmly wrapped around his dick. Our eyes lock and the sleepy look, looks fucking hot on him. Hell, every look, looks hot on him.

“Fucking hell, baby. Now that is how I want to wake up every morning.” His head slams back into the pillow as I take him all the way down and swallow, making my throat tighten around the head of his shaft. “Holy fuck,” he pants out. I moan around him, knowing the vibrations make him feel good. His moans make me wet between my thighs, if I was wearing knickers they would be scorched off my body. I pull my mouth from his shaft and run my tongue around his balls; I feel them tighten under my touch.

“Do you like that?” I ask.

“Y-yes. Shit.”

“I have wanted to taste you for so long,” I say between licks. I pull my face away and look up to him, my hands resting on his thighs. I rub my thumb back and forth as we get lost in each other’s eyes.

“Fuck, you are beautiful. Suck me off, babe.” I lower my mouth and lick around the head of his cock. He hisses. Our eyes stay locked as I bring my finger to my mouth and suck it. I get it nice and wet and Liam’s eyes widen when I lower my wet fingers to the sensitive area between his arse and his balls. Being a nurse has its perks. I add a little pressure to the taint and take his steel cock into my mouth. I suck and add pressure and Liam bucks his hips so hard that the head hits my throat. Liam groans and pulls back, his dick falls from my mouth.

“Fucking hell, you have no gag reflex.” It wasn’t a question; he was stating a fact from feeling it.

“Nope.” I wink at him and get back to sucking him off. I am not normally one for giving blowjobs but Liam has a pretty dick, I wouldn’t tell him that though. It is time to make this man beg me to make him come. I love having this power over him, because he has the power over everything else about us. But in a good way.

I take him back into my mouth and suck hard and fast, bobbing my head up and down while adding pressure to his arse. It doesn’t take long for this tattooed God to start panting out my name.

“God, baby. Penny. Fucking shit, I’m going to come. Shit. NOW!!” He cries out in pleasure. The first burst of come hits the back of my throat and I swallow it down. I take everything he gives me. Burst after burst and he just keeps coming. I pull my fingers away and his body starts coming down from his climax. I give his slit one last lick before climbing up his body. He is like jelly under me. His hard muscles have relaxed and he is soft. I kiss his neck and he wraps his arms around me but his movements are lazy, sluggish. I giggle knowing that me, little Penny Miller has done this to him. I trace the little red heart that sits on the top of his shoulder. The small grey lines around it make the colour pop.

“Bambi, I think you just killed me. I can’t move.” I giggle and lift my head up. I rest my arms across his chest and rest my chin on my hands, staring into the eyes of my man.

“Glad I could be of service.” I smile at him.

“Bambi, you can service me anytime you fucking want,” he winks at me.

“That’s good to know. Now come on we need to get up. I need to get breakfast sorted for Connie.” I climb off him before he gets the chance to stop me. I walk over to my chest of drawers and take out a pair of jammies. I love my bunny jammies. Connie bought them for me for my birthday last year. The pink top has two bunnies hugging. I turn to Liam and he is sitting on the edge of the bed in a pair of basketball shorts. He smiles when he sees what I am wearing. He stands and steps over to me. I watch him closely to see what he will do. He lifts his hands and takes a hold of my boobs and massages them together. I cock an eyebrow at him in a
‘what the hell are you doing?’
look.

“I am hugging the bunnies. Don’t come between a man and his bunnies, woman.” He winks at me, and I have no choice but to step away from him, otherwise we will not be leaving my bedroom. “Babe, come on. They need some more loving.”

“Nope. No more booby loving for you,” I say, and I walk out of my bedroom.

I turn the coffee machine on and start cooking breakfast for the three of us. I am so glad that both Connie and Liam love a good cooked breakfast. Ten minutes later, Liam walks into the kitchen looking like sex on a stick and Connie isn’t too far behind him. Thank the Lord that he has put a t-shirt on.

They both take a seat at the breakfast bar, but I notice that Liam is looking down at his hands and rubbing his thumb over the empty patch of skin on his wrist. What the hell has happened between my bedroom and the kitchen? I left him smiling in my room. I walk over and place a mug of coffee in front of him and kiss his head. He mutters a ‘thanks’ but barely acknowledges me. I stand there for a few seconds not sure what I’m waiting for but he gives me nothing.

“Mum, can I have my eggs scrambled, please?”

“Yeah, sweets. No problem.” I turn my back to them and start scrambling Connie’s eggs. The rest of the food is placed on the plate warmers in the center of the table. Liam is now playing on his phone and not paying any attention to either of us. My stomach sinks with the feeling that he is tired of me already. I finish up the eggs and place the plate in front of Connie, I can see her eyes shifting between Liam and me. Connie digs into her breakfast and I walk over to the fridge and take out the orange juice.

“Where is Connie’s father?” Liam’s words stop me in my tracks. I turn to see that Connie’s fork has stopped midway into her mouth. My eyes flick over to Liam who is staring at me intently.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

“I asked. Where is Connie’s father?” he asks again. More sterner this time. I place the glass jug on the counter before I drop it. My skin prickles cold and my heart races in my chest. I see Connie’s face morph into a mask of upset, she knows about her dad. We don’t have any secrets in this house.

“Connie, can you go up to your room, please, babe?” She nods and leaves the room with her head hanging low. God, I hate seeing her upset. I turn my back to Liam once more and pour myself a small glass of juice. This question has made my throat feel like the Sahara desert. I take a big gulp and then place the glass back onto the counter and turn to Liam.

“Why do you want to know about Connie’s father?” I ask, trying to keep my voice calm. His face isn’t showing any signs of emotion now, he has firmly put a mask in place.

“Because you have to admit, that the pregnancy timeframe fits.” Fits what?

“What are you talking about, Liam. Fits what?”

“Fits our time together.” What the hell is he talking about?

“You are talking in fucking riddles, Liam. Just spit it out,” I demand. His vagueness is pissing me off and he had made me bloody swear. His eyes widen at my words.

“Is she mine? Did you keep my daughter from me for nearly ten-fucking-years?” He stands up, almost knocking the chair over with the force.

“Bloody hell. Do you really think that little of me that I would keep your daughter from you?” I reply. My anger is spiking.