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Nicolette

Land. Land is nice. Especially when you wake up with a full case of morning sickness. Thankfully we were prepared for it. It was horrible. I still have a headache from how violently I was puking. Kris took it like a champ, held my hair back, and was ready with a cold rag.

Dropping my bag on the floor, I curl up on the couch where I can see mostly what’s going on in the house. Cat is on me in like two point six seconds.

“Pan, we’re on land. I think the baby is much happier this way.” I call out, not sure where he’s at.

He wanders toward me, looking around. The middle of the cabin is all stone and high beams. I love the fireplace here. “You wouldn’t even know Benard had this place swept. Gotta love high-paid men in black.” He snickers.

“Wait, you know the Men in Black? Do I get to meet Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones?”

He shakes his head, laughing. “While I may be able to actually arrange that, I’m not sure I want to. I mean- That Tommy Lee is a smooth mf’er.”

“Afraid he may try to steal me away?” I smile.

With all seriousness, he walks straight to me, pulls me into him, grabbing me by the ass with a growl. “Now.” He whispers with just as much conviction. “If he could steal you, then you were never mine.” He squeezes a bit harder. “So tell me, are you mine?”

I pretend to think for a moment or two gaining another panty-wetting growl. “I mean, I may be able to be convinced to use a hall pass.”

“Nope!” He hoists me up, making me squeal as I’m playfully dropped to the couch, him over top of me. “Mine. No hallpasses, no breaks. Only fun with me and ours. Do you get me? I only play with you, and you only play with me.” He presses against me, making me open my legs to feel his hard cock straining in his jeans.

“Yes, sir.” I salute him just to be a brat. He grabs my hand, placing it on his head so that I can grab his hair.

“Point me where you want me, so I can seal this with a proper kiss.”

“If you want a proper anything, then take me to bed, Pan.”

He carts me off my feet like Cinderella. Kissing me the entire way.

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“I didn’t think I could love you more.” Kris laughs, still panting heavily. I curl up against his chest and listen to that metronome heart. “Not sure how you managed that, but I promise I’ll figure out how to give back in spades.”

My lip curls. I may have been doing some reading of my own lately and read that Kegels during the deed made it crazy better. They weren’t wrong.

“Research, Pan. Of course, those smutty books I’ve been reading could be helping too.”

“Yeah?” He pulls me in closer. “Got any tips for this old dog?”

“Well, you took the hall pass and said just me for you and you for me. So what I’ve been reading recently won’t really work. There’s only one of each of us.”

“You’re talking about that RH stuff, right? No problem. Let’s see, I got the emotional versions down. I’m damaged, nerdy, athletic-within reason, emotionally supportive, and a total Alphahole when I need to be. Add crooner, and that’s like six dudes in just me. We can always buy more dicks.”

I lose it completely. Rolling away, I hold my chest because I’m laughing so hard.

“No, seriously, like I’ve seen those double duty suckers, and like the ones that can strap to my thigh, it would be exhaustive, but if it’s what you want, you kinky little fairy, then that’s what you’ll get. I can be your Fairy King-with all the cocks. But-no glitter!” He can’t even say it with a straight face.

“No, Pan. It’s just a book. One of you is plenty. Trust me. I think we can keep one another plenty happy with just us.” I lean over and kiss him. I need to calm my heart.

He wipes his brow in relief. “Phew, Im too old for that shit!” He hugs me. “So, serious face now. We hired Delmoreta for the Wildflowers video. I know you want to do it in the field between my place and your dad’s, but what exactly are you seeing?”

“I’m not one hundred percent sure about the entire thing, but it started in the thickest part. I’m just walking around. It’s about mid-day, I guess. Then next scene, it’s me with a guy on a blanket.” His fingers rap against my arm as I’m looking up. I see his eyes are closed, and his head is sorta bobbing.

“So are we thinking Gavin Casalegno type or more like Dylan Sprayberry? Or maybe you want an edgier guy like AJ Kapa?”

My lips purse. “Why not you?”

His fingers stop, and so does his breath. “You don’t want me. I’m better behind the camera, trust me. Besides, for a video, you want the fantasy. That’s them, not me.”

“But you’re my fantasy. So, that’s what I want. I want you, Pan. Only you.”

He’s quiet for a moment, then nods his head. “Alright, but I’m not wearing tights.”

“No, no tights for this Pan. I like to pretend I’m the only one that has seen your body like this.” My hand travels down his tightly corded stomach.

Kris sighs softly, “While I wish that were true for us, there is one thing that only you have ever done.” He pauses, making me look up at him. He pulls my hand up to his chest. “You are the only person to ever touch my heart.”

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