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“Yes, Daddy.”She sighs.“You two make me so happy.”
“I’d say we need to set you up with a laptop next time so we can watch,” Kingston says, “but I don’t plan on ever going out of town again.Not without you, Ella.”
“Mmm, okay,” she says, sounding sleepy.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” King says.“I love you, baby girl.”
“Love you too, Daddy Kingston.And you too, Daddy Sebastian.”
“I love you, princess.Get some rest now.I’ll see you Saturday.”
I hang up and look down at my sheets where I shot my load.I wipe it up with some tissue.Good thing the bed is big and I won’t have to sleep in the wet spot.
Soon, I’ll be back with Ella, holding her in my arms, and coming inside of her instead of on hotel sheets.The thought has my dick twitching with renewed interest.
And Landen thinks I’m an old man.I’d like to see a young punk like him even get close to doing the things with Ella that King and I do.
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Kingston
Instead of having my driver take me home from the airport, I go to Bash’s place.He, Ella, and I are going to have to talk about condensing down into one place instead of two.I don’t care where it is, I just want a home for the three of us.And the cat, of course.
“Ella, it’s me,” I call, stepping into the apartment.“Are you home?”
“Yeah, I’m in the kitchen!”
I was hoping for one of those running leaps of a hug she does sometimes, but maybe she’s in the middle of cooking something.Dropping my bags by the door, I go into the kitchen, where I find her sitting at the table, surrounded by stacks of pastel paper, glue, scissors, and some printed sheets with words and graphics on them.A plastic bag full of more items sits in the chair nearest her.
“Hi,” I say.
“Hi, hang on…”
I watch as she carefully finishes gluing one of the printed papers to some pastel cardstock.
“There,” she says, standing up.Two steps, and she’s right in front of me, wrapping her arms around my waist.I hug her back.Her sweet, fruity scent fills my nose and I sigh in contentment.Finally, I’m back with my girl.
After a long moment of simply holding her, I survey the table again.“So, what’s all this?”
“Oh…baby shower stuff.I’m putting together a word scramble game.Look, how cute this is—this kit came with stamps with little storks, and these ribbons that I’ll glue to the top.”
“Wait.Baby…shower…?”
“For Gianna?”
“Ah,” I say.
“Don’t start with me, King,” she says.
“I’m not starting anything, I’m just happy to be home with you again.”
She frowns at me.“I hear it in your voice.”
This is maddening.“Hear what?”
“Your…disapproval.Skepticism.I’m telling you, Gianna is legit.She’s the mother of my niece or nephew, and she needs my support right now.”
“Okay, really,” I say.“I am all for that.I just worry, that’s all, and can you really blame me for that?”
