Page 82 of Beautifully Shattered
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Ihave a constant fucking hard-on. I can’t even look at Abbey now without picturing the way her face looks when I suck on her ripe pink nipples.
Fuuuck. It’s become a thing. A thing we both didn’t know we needed. Every time I do it, she tries to suggest it’s a bad idea, but she doesn’t have it in her to fight me off once I have my tongue on her nipple.
It’s so fucking hot, drawing on her and feeling her warm milk spill into my mouth, so fucking sweet. She hasn’t needed to express since the night of the funerals last week, because she’s got me to take care of it.
“Did you know she probably feels a little pain when you do that?” JD asks quietly next to me as we sit on the deck watching Jols and Abbey stroll along the shore of the lake.
Well,I’mwatching them. He’s busy searching up lactation kink on his phone.
“Yeah, she told me.” I pause to take a swig of my water. “Apparently, when new mothers breastfeed, it causes contractions in the uterus, which help it shrink back to its normal size, or some shit like that.”
“That’s fucking wild.” JD glances up from his phone. “The fact a woman’s body can do all of that… fuck, it blows my mind.”
“My wife blows my mind.”
JD chuckles at my remark.
“What does it taste like?” he asks, not able to help himself, and I grin at my best mate.
“It’s sweet. That’s all you need to fucking know.”
“Fuuuck,” he sighs, flopping back in the deck chair. “Now I’m hard.”
“Stop thinking about my wife’s tits!” I snap, and he smirks, holding his hands up in surrender.
“Wasn’t thinking abouthertits, man. Was thinking aboutmywoman.”
My brows shoot up. “She’s your woman now? When are you gonna tell Smitty?”
“Fucking never!”
I laugh at his mortified expression until it morphs into a frown, and he leans forward in the chair, his eyes tracking our women.
“What’s up with your wife?”
I follow his gaze to see her standing beside Jols, her head bowed and eyes on the ground as Jols chatters away to Vender, who’s been patrolling the shore.
“You notice that too, huh?” I mutter with a sigh.
“Yeah, man. She doesn’t do that with me, but she does it with the other men. Do you reckon she’s scared of them or something?”
I shake my head. “Nope, not scared of them. I think it’s more that she’s scared of getting to know them and then something happening to them. Like with Mule.”
“Fuck. Yeah, I didn’t think of that.”
We both fall silent as Vender walks away, and Abbey’s chin lifts and she falls back into chatting with Jols like she hadn’t just crossed paths with my club brother.
“She’s too much of a sweet kid to be suffering through this kind of hell.”
“Do me a favour?” I growl at my mate. “Don’t call her a kid. Nothing about what I do with her indicates that she’s a fucking kid.”
“Okay, okay.” JD smirks, standing from his chair. “You’re a grumpy fucker today.”
With a huff, I rake my hand over my face, feeling every one of my thirty-three years.
“It’s the funeral plans for Bobbi. It’s dragging up a lot of shit.”
