Big Daddy

Chapter 30

chapter thirty

quincey

One year later

I catch another yawn with my hand before saying excuse me, again. Life with a six month old is full of yawns, but equally, full of understanding nods and relatable half-smiles.

“Well,” Pen says, haughtier than normal since he’s been running the meetings for the last seven months. “That’s a wrap, folks.” When Winnie went off work for her last month of pregnancy, I did too, turning day-to-day office decisions over to Pen and Kennedy. A full year of leave is something I offer to everyone in the office, not just because I’m the boss. Regardless, I took the time off to help her nest, and to watch her like a hawk.

Winnie, who attended this meeting as she’s now a shareholder of Parker & Pen, gets to her feet, stretching her arms over her head, making her sweater tighten around her milk-filled tits. She purposely sits across from me to make me drool, I swear.

“Great work today, Pen,” she says, a million-dollar smile stretching her lips. The very same lips that were wrapped around my balls on the drive to work, I might add. She places her hands on his chest, smoothing them over the lapel of his suit, and my chest tightens, my fists curling into balls at my sides as I get to my feet. “What is this fabric?” she asks, smoothing her hands over him way too fucking much.

Pen’s eyes go wide, and he casts a glance my way, where I stand fuming and angry. He steps away from her but she steps in, plucking invisible lint from his shoulder. “I love it, either way. It’s a great suit.” Her eyes slide to mine. “Really great.”

A growl rumbles and echoes through my chest, and I’m strutting toward her, nostrils flared, as Pen slips out of the room, leaving Winnie and I alone.

“My office,” I grit, “now.”

Her shiny heels click against the floor as she struts past me, dragging her fingernails over my cock. “Whatever you say, Big Daddy.”

We’ve no sooner taken two steps inside my office and the door is shut and locked, and I’m tearing her sweater open, exposing her cotton nursing bra. “You little slut,” I groan, unhooking the flap that comes down to reveal her tit.

“Poor Archie,” she teases as I dip my head, voraciously latching to her breast, sucking hard as she moans. A few sucks and my mouth fills with warm milk, sweet and creamy.

Archie gets this all the time. It’s Big Daddy’s turn now.

“You were flirting with Pen to get under my skin, weren’t you, my little slut?” I hiss, biting down on her nipple again, another rush of milk filling my mouth. Drinking her down, I bask in the way she strokes her fingers tenderly through my hair, dirty talking me as I feast.

“You love my milk, don’t you, Q? Hmm? My milk makes your cock hard, doesn’t it, Big Daddy?” she teases, her words melting over me, making my spine hot and my groin tight.

Tearing my mouth away, I step back, surveying my beautiful Winnie and her massive, leaking breasts. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna miss these.”

She dances her eyebrows, the little silver hoops in her ears swinging as she moves past me, to her purse. She digs around and finds something, turning and tossing it at me. I catch it against my chest, and fumble a moment before grabbing it with one hand, realizing what it is.

A pregnancy test.

“You won’t have to miss them just yet.” She grins from across the room, tits out, milk dripping. “Surprise.”

I have never charged her so quickly.

Okay, that’s a lie, anytime her tits are out I’m on her like that. And today, with this news? She stands no chance.

She’s on the floor with her legs open and my mouth buried in her pussy before she can say no. And after she comes, she begs for my cock, and I give it to her, but this time, in her ass. Using milk as lube, I slide into her, tight as fuck, and give her a cream pie so deep and abundant that we stay connected, just basking in the warmth for another few minutes.

When we finally separate and clean up, we manage to make it through the rest of the work day, texting each other from office to office, talking about how excited we are for Archie to have a brother or sister.

We’re also excited for Andy to have another cousin. Brielle, Lance, and Augustus’s son, Andy, was born just a month before our son, and the two of them, though only six-months-old, are more like brothers than cousins.

We hired two private nannies who watch the boys at our place. Initially I thought having the boys at Brielle, Lance and Aug’s place made more sense due to proximity to both their studio and Parker & Pen. But something about the dog pens at Brielle’s house—I don’t know, Winnie was vague, but I’m happy to have the boys at our place too. Coming home after a long day in the office, being met with the adorable face of my son, and the sweet grin of my grandson? Fuck, I have it good. Really good.

At my desk, waiting for Kennedy to come in with the minutes of our upcoming meeting, I stare at the photo now on my desk. The one of Brielle and myself years back is still there, but there’s another one now. Brielle, Lance, Augustus, Andy, Winnie, Archie and me. Arms draped over shoulders, fingers gripping hips, babies cradled, smiles the biggest I’ve ever seen. This is my new family photo.

This photo reflects growth, change and understanding. This photo, I realize, is made possible by Dr. Wilder, who Brielle and I still see together. It’s also made possible by Lance and Aug, for always rooting for Brielle and I to grow closer and work through hard things in our past. But mostly, for this photo and this new person I feel as if I’ve become, I have Winnie to thank.

The love of my life.

And one day very soon? My wife.