Being Their Baby (21 page)

She didn’t really have time to protest, although she had always thought that she would be a swallower—she had watched porn and the girls that spit it out didn’t look cute, attractive, or classy. Still, she didn’t know what to expect until he was shooting warm, salty seed across the back of her tongue.

“Urgh!” Josh gave a shout, his abdomen clenching, and his hold on the back of her head becoming firmer.

His seed didn’t taste bad, but somehow its thickness and saltiness was overwhelming and she simply didn’t have the time to adjust to pearl after pearl of Josh’s cream shooting into her mouth. She gagged slightly and tried to pull back from his cock, but he held her head where it was. “C’mon, baby doll, swallow it for me,” he begged, practically choking her with his length and not seeming to know it.

She tried to swallow, although she couldn’t close her mouth, and ended up sputtering, and her eyes began to water from the sensation. Eventually he pulled out of her mouth and she was able to actually swallow. She looked up at him, panting from the intensity.

“Jesus! What is wrong with me?” He was suddenly on the floor with her, holding her and stroking her back. “I’m so sorry, Soph—I don’t know what I was thinking. Are you okay?”

She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah,” she panted, but then sniffled.

“I lost my mind—I just… I’m sorry.” He kissed her cheek over and over, then picked her up and put her back on the counter. He wetted a washcloth and wiped the tears off her cheeks. He gently put his hand on her face. “You okay, angel?” he asked again, concern awash on his features.

She nodded again. She was already calming down. “I’m okay, Uncle Josh.”

“You’re a tough girl,” he told her, then kissed her on the lips. When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead to hers and pulled a damp strand of hair behind her ear. “I love you so much. Let me know if I’m ever moving too fast again, okay? I promise to try to slow down. I don’t want to lose you.”

She smiled, biting her lip again. She couldn’t help it, but she actually believed him when he told her he loved her now. He said it so firmly, which was odd because normally he was joking one-hundred percent of the time with a laugh to his tone.

“I’m okay.” She raised her chin. “I
wanted
to taste you.”

He grinned and then kissed her again. “I feel like I just won the lottery. We don’t deserve a girl like you, you know that?” He pulled back and dropped his hand to her waist and patted her hip. “Let’s put you straight to bed, huh?”

She frowned, her eyes widening with anger. “No! We just had a
thing
, and—” she blathered heatedly.

“I meant
with me
, in my bed,” he interjected.

She closed her mouth and blinked. “Really?” she asked, feeling her mood change like a storm clearing overhead.

He gave a laugh. “I’m taking that as a ‘yes.’” He tipped his shoulder and pulled her over it. Before she knew it, her towel was forgotten on the counter and her naked body was draped over his shoulder as he carried her into his bedroom, and then dropped her on the bed.

He pulled on some underwear taken from a drawer and then pulled out a big, red hockey jersey and carried it to her. “Arms up.”

Smiling happily, she put her arms straight up and let him dress her in the oversized shirt.

He stepped back and looked at her appraisingly. “Yep. A size too small for me is a
gown
on you. That being said—I totally have a thing for petite chicks, as you might have noticed.”

He disappeared for a moment, then came back when she was busy finding the least-clumpy pillow he had to sleep on. He came up quietly behind her.

“Stay right where you are; that’s perfect,” he told her, and she stopped kneeling and quickly moved her bottom to the bed. Surely, he could see everything when she was bent over, and it had to be obscene. “Kneel,” he told her, patting her bottom. “Are you allergic to anything?”

“No, I—” She turned her head and saw that he was brandishing a needle. “What is that?” she screeched, trying to crawl away from it.

“Birth control. Liz talked to you about birth control. You said you’d go on it,” he reminded her. “This is it. You’ll barely feel it.”

“Well, I’m not having sex
yet
!” she reminded him, putting a pillow up as a shield between them. “Go and stick that thing in a horse where it belongs.”

“Hey, bunny baby, this stuff is the boss. No periods, no worrying, no unintentional babies. This is what I call the best invention since sliced bread.” He gave her a very kind, patient smirk. “Tell you what—if you raise your towel and take this, which you’ll barely feel, I promise that you can eat a slice of cake for dinner tonight.”

“That’s just ridiculous! I can’t be bargained with like I’m a child!” she argued firmly, eyeing the needle. Then she thought about it and remembered that she hadn’t had breakfast yet, and arched an eyebrow. “Out of curiosity, though… what kind of cake are we talking about?”

“Chocolate. It’s huge, too,” he assured quickly.

She pressed her lips together and considered the size of the horse needle. He could call it whatever he wanted, but it was too long for a human.

“Like, the size of my face?” she clarified, knowing that ‘huge’ was an objective term.

“
Bigger
.”

It was an exaggeration, probably, but she conceded and slowly raised her bottom and pointed it at him. “And you said it’s not painful?”

He looped his arm around her waist. “It’s a shot,” he merely said, and she felt the poke… followed by the burning pain that she instinctually had known would be part of the process.

“Yipe!” she screeched and bucked. “Josh! You lying rat!”

He let her go, laughing. “I didn’t lie. I said you’d barely feel it, maybe, but that’s all very subjective. People sometimes don’t feel snake bites, for example.” He reached over and gave her a pat, then hummed to himself. “I don’t know why, but that just turned me on a little. When we do this again in six months, I think I’m going to role-play around it. Do something even naughtier, like give you an exam,” he said teasingly, but then she wasn’t sure if he was teasing. He walked to the bathroom and came back out without anything in his hands. “C’mon, bunny. Let’s tuck you in before you get any angrier with me.”

He walked to the top of the bed and slid down the covers, patting the fitted sheet underneath. “Come on.”

After hesitating for a moment, just to give him one last glare, she crawled over and let him tuck her under the covers before he turned off the lights, closed the bedroom door, and put them in darkness. She felt the bed shift when he lay in the bed, punctuated by a loud, relief-filled, “Aahhh!” as if the bed was the most wonderful thing in the world.

He adjusted himself, and then she felt his arm curl around her and pull her into a spoon. Her head didn’t reach his shoulders, and his chin was nearly resting above her head. “Hm,” he grumbled sleepily. “You’re small enough that your hair’s not gonna choke me when we sleep this way. This sleeping arrangement might just work.”

She wiggled her hips against him, and giggled, “I’ve never not worn panties to bed before.”

He snickered and squeezed her affectionately. “Get used to it, you sexy little bunny. Now be a good baby girl and go to sleep.”

After all she’d just shared with Josh, she didn’t think that was possible. Yet she was asleep in less than a minute, comforted and soothed by his surrounding arms.

Chapter Nine

Damn Josh had turned his phone off, making Charlie swear a blue streak more than once that day. Commentating the game that afternoon had been a nightmare; for once, he hadn’t been in the mood for football. Charlie knew he’d blown something big with Sophie, and he couldn’t even figure out when he could make things right again.

He walked into the house and listened to the silence. He looked around, and then found only Liz inside. She was sitting in the office reading something from a computer screen. She turned when he stepped in.

“So?” he asked her.

She crossed her legs knowingly. “I pretty much want to kill Josh, too. I have no idea what he’s doing in the pool house, but they’re still in there.”

“Fuck,” Charlie hissed, tugging at his tie. “He can’t hold her hostage away from us!”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “You know that’s not what he’s doing, right? I’m more upset that he’s not bringing her back to pay the piper. Misbehavior needs to be handled consistently and immediately, and if running away at all hours in a snowstorm isn’t disobedience, I don’t know what is!”

“My, my,” Josh’s voice was in the kitchen suddenly, “I
thought
my ears were burning!”

Charlie pursed his lips, left the office, and stomped into the kitchen with Liz on his heels. “What were you doing with her?” Charlie demanded, pointing at him accusingly.

Josh, wearing pajama pants and a short-sleeved t-shirt, crossed his arms. “What, are we kissing and telling now?”

Charlie took a threatening step forward, and Josh didn’t even take a step back, nor did he flinch. He merely asked, “And what’s with the aggression? You’re the one who fucked up, and so are you.” He pointed to Liz as he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a cup of pudding. “
I’m
merely the one who found her trying to walk all the way to nearest bus route. She was actually planning on going back to Southie, if you can imagine.”

“Hey, I
know
I fucked up,” Charlie snapped, “but she just can’t go running away every time she gets upset with one of us.”

“And how did
I
fuck up?” Liz cut in, putting her hands on her hips.

“I don’t know why she worships the ground you walk on, Liz. She’s been here two weeks and you can barely cut away from work enough to even sit down with her. You’re not exactly waxing eloquent on your love for her or anything. God forbid you do that—might make her feel
secure
or something.” He pulled the lid free from his pudding cup and threw it away before continuing, “And Charlie—
Jesus Christ
! She told you that she couldn’t sleep alone without a television on and that it was important to her to sleep with you, and you were basically telling her to toughen up.”

Charlie’s mouth widened for a second, and then he shut it, too stubborn to comply. He had been sleeping by himself—or with Liz at the very most—for thirty-two years and hadn’t had any trouble. “Well, she
should
toughen up!”

“She’s plenty tough, fuck head. That’s her problem!” Josh suddenly roared, waving his pudding around. “You know she didn’t even have a bed in her old place? She slept on the couch in the middle of a two-bedroom apartment packed with seven people—surely against fire code—with chaos and television ensuing around her twenty-four/seven. Sleeping in a nice comfortable quiet bed with you turning on the television block after ten is a
little bit
of a change for her. Why would you even do that to her?”

Charlie snorted and shoved his hands in his pocket. “I didn’t mean to be a dick, Josh!” he said defensively. “I thought learning to sleep through the night was a nice lesson to teach her!”

“Well, you’re a shitty-ass teacher. Nice communication with your little.” Sarcasm was dripping from Josh’s lips. Charlie looked over at Liz, hoping for some support, but she looked very distant. “Now you two have got to get with the program. I’m not going to let either of you fuck this up for me.”

Charlie squinted, wondering for a moment if he was hearing things. “For
you
?”

“Oh, yeah.” Josh stabbed his pudding with a spoon. “My world has officially been rocked. That’s it—no more ho’s. No more
puck-bunnies
. No more slutty nurses, techs, or interns. No more drunk chicks. I’m through. I’m just a two-woman man, now. Sophie’s shown me the way.”

Elizabeth was now ready to exchange an incredulous expression with Charlie. Her eyebrows were practically drawn up to her hairline. “Josh… are you ill or something?” she asked, stepping toward Josh.

He took another spoonful of chocolate before answering casually. “Nope. My head’s just not up my ass for once and I can see a good thing when it’s licking my dick like an ice-cream cone on the Fourth of July.”

Charlie wasn’t exactly sure what really happened when he saw a bright flash of red across his eyesight for the next couple of moments, but the next thing he knew he was trying to strangle his little brother on the floor, calling him a ‘sick, miserable fuck.’ All Josh had to do was get a good punch to his bad shoulder to get him to let go.

Josh gasped for air, clutching his throat, and glared over to where Charlie was holding his punched shoulder, which was screaming with pain like it hadn’t done in years.

When Josh was able to spit out words again, he coughed, “God, Charlie—I didn’t force her or anything! She’s young and sexually curious, as you know, because you got quite far with her last night before you blew it—
literally and figuratively
.”

“Christ, you two!” Liz hissed, marching between them and putting on her best lecturing stance. “You’re like dogs fighting over a bone, and it’s going to stop right now. Josh—where’s Sophia?”

“Soph’s sleeping. I couldn’t make myself wake her up; she’s exhausted. As soon as I got her home, I just gave her a warm bath and put her down,” Josh answered, and Charlie was colored surprised. Josh normally didn’t take caregiver roles—he was usually just interested in the sexual parts of age-play and nothing else. He’d been more into the role-play than the lifestyle.

“Wait,” Charlie said then, picking himself up from the floor. “Then when did the blow job come in?”

Josh eyed him wearily as he also climbed up from the floor. “I think it’s best to spare you the details,” he told him. “She’s fine, that’s all you need to know. She was all smiles when she went to sleep, I promise.”

“Why didn’t you bring her back
here
?” Charlie demanded, unable to keep from sounding hurt.

“Because she’s sensitive, she doubts herself and her worth, she doubts that we love her or even like her. I didn’t want her to come in here, get lectured on banging out the back door at all hours of the morning, and then get another spanking right before Liz spent the whole day in her office, you went to work, and I went to sleep. See what I mean?” He sighed wearily and hoisted himself up onto the countertop with a fluid movement. “Look, we’re doing a different thing here. This isn’t about choosing a lifestyle for her—we need to help her grow into confidence enough that she can choose it for herself. And I don’t want her to feel that, for self-preservation, she has to grow
away
from us. We gotta knuckle down.”