chapter Nineteen
Countdown Begins
Toby
I shake my head as I watch Wyatt carry Nellie from the stage. Those two have been dancing around each other long enough. I think my brother has found the one.
It’s been good having Nellie back. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I wanted to gut that fucker, for calling her with those threats earlier at work. I was supposed to make my way out to spend time with Kamara tonight. However, seeing how shaken up Nellie had been, I wanted to be here for support, even if only for a little while.
I look down at my phone. Kamara has been having cravings. This is her millionth text, requesting I bring her something new when I do head her way.
I smile as I think of my girl. I won’t deny her anything, she’s a little over four months pregnant with my twins. I nearly shit myself, when I found out we are having twins. Kamara took it much better than I did.
“What are you smiling at?” Ry leans over, trying to get a view of my phone.
“Back off,” I grunt, shoving him away.
“You’ve been texting all night,” he chuckles. “Got a hot date?”
“With your girl, yeah?”
Ry throws his head back and laughs. “If I had one, she would be downgrading with your ass,” Ry throws back.
“Yeah, right. Remember we’ve all measured to see who’s the biggest around here,” I snort. “You didn’t out measure me.”
“Fuck you, I don’t have a thing to be ashamed of,” Ry says, with a smug smile.
“Whatever,” I shake my head. “I’m heading out. I’ll see you later.”
Ry gives me a crooked smile. His golden eyes narrowing on my face. He shakes his head to himself, laughing. I’ll let him think he knows, whatever he thinks.
I say my goodbyes to the remainder of our group. It’s been a long day. I can’t wait to get to Kamara. Her mother has been spending less time at the beach house, since they have been requesting more of Kamara’s presence at the residence.
Kamara and her mother still aren’t seeing eye to eye on her reluctance to reveal that I’m the father of our babies. For the most part, Kwäzē has kept out of it, which we’re grateful for. I’m sure he knows that I’m the father without a doubt.
Once in my truck, fatigue starts to set in. I roll the windows down and decide to call the person I’ve wanted to hear from for hours. The phone rings twice, before she picks up.
“Hey,” she sings into the phone.
“How are my babies?” I croon tiredly.
“They are fine. I think they would be better with some ice cream,” she gives a husky chuckle.
“I was asking about all of my babies,” I smile, soaking up the sound of her voice.
“I’m fine. A little tired today,” she releases a little yawn as proof. I hear something else in her voice, but I won’t push over the phone.
“I’m with you there. I’m going to grab the stuff you asked for and then I’m coming home,” I release a yawn of my own, as I reply.
“You sound tired. Just come home,” she says, with concern in her voice.
“Not a chance,” I chuckle. “You woke me twice, the other night. I’ve got you, Baby. I’ll get your shit and be right there.”
“Are you too tired to shower with me?” she purrs after a few seconds.
My heavy lids pop open and a smile consumes my face. “I like the way you’re thinking. Hey, I’m at the store. I’ll see you soon,” I murmur, as I pull into a spot.
“Don’t forget the crackers,” she calls, before I can hang up.
“I have all of your text, Princess. I’ll get it all,” I laugh.
“Thank you. I love you.”
“Anything for you. I love you too,” I yawn again and end the call.
I’ll be making this quick. I want that shower and I need some sleep after. Just the thought of what’s to come, puts some pep in my step.
~B~
Kamara
My heart races, when I hear Toby enter the house. I have been waiting all night for him to arrive. After the day I’ve had, I need him. I am a little jealous I didn’t get to go out with everyone. I was so happy to hear Nellie has returned.
I would love to see her. Only, me and this belly haven’t been going very far lately. Too many questions are raised, I’m tired of questions.
Tonight, I want to forget all of the questions and chaos, to just spend time with my man. I have had enough drama to last for years today. Yes, tonight we will forget the world.
I brush at the baby doll night gown I have on. My swollen breasts and large belly monopolize the already limited fabric, but it will do. I love the way the yellow fabric looks against my skin. I think Toby will love it too.
I try not to laugh at myself, as I strike a pose at the foot of the bed. I feel silly, but I am horny. I’ve been thinking about sex all day. I lick my lips.
I know what I really have a taste for. Toby will be lucky if I don’t claw his clothes off. When he walks into the bedroom, the look in his eyes tells me he is thinking the same thing.
“God, you take my breath away. So, fucking gorgeous,” he says, as his eyes roam over me. “My babies look good on you, Princess.”
I give him a shy smile, but my words are far from it. “You haven’t gotten them on me yet. How would you know?”
Toby gives me a sexy smile, moving towards me quickly. He grasps my waist and draws me into him. I smile, when my belly keeps him from pulling me as close as he would like.
“I do believe I have corrupted the crown,” Toby teases with a smile. “Should I kneel and take my licks.”
I look up at him through my lashes. “I’d like to be the one to give the licks. I’m feeling royally nasty,” I tease back.
Toby reaches to brush a lock of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. His eyes travel over my freshly washed wild coils, down to my eyes, and then my lips. I can see the sudden change in his train of thought.
“Sometimes, I feel like I don’t deserve you. Here you are, royalty in your own right, but you’ve never pushed to top our relationship, in anyway,” I go to cut him off, to point out the one-time I chose to run.
Toby shakes his head. “Never, you’ve always given into me in the end. You always make me feel as if we’re on the same level, as if I belong in a room with you.
“I’m in awe of you. I see the strength you’ve been drawing on to stand up for what you believe in, with your family. Then, you come home and you relinquish all of that for me.”
I place my forehead to his chest. I inhale a shaky breath, as my day comes crashing down. I feel the first tear slip and know this night is not going to go the way I had planned.
“It’s all I ever wanted,” I sniffle. “I’ve always wanted to be like everyone else. I’ve always been raised as a princess, even if in hiding. Being vulnerable, showing emotions, these are all things I have struggled with.
“I’ve always felt like I can do that with you. It’s always been natural. If I had one person in the world, I could just be myself with, it would always be you, not my brother, not my mother, but you,” I say, lifting my head to look at his face.
Toby strokes my cheek. “What happened today? It’s written all over your face,” he says gently.
“Afafa is making another play. He has announced our engagement party. He is trying to force me to appear,” I sigh tiredly.
I feel Toby stiffen in my hold. The rage that begins to roll off of him leaves a taste in the air. I lift on my toes to kiss his lips. It only seems to enrage him more, as his hold tightens and his jaw begins to tick.
“He must know then. He’s found out about the babies,” Toby says through his teeth.
“My father believes so. Kwäzē is planning a trip back. It is all bad timing, with all that is going on. I just feel,” I pause to think, looking up at the ceiling, as if it has the words I’m looking for.
“I feel like there is still something my father isn’t telling us. My father has always been a confident man, but I just feel like he has a hand he is holding,” I shrug my tired shoulders.
“What do you mean,” Toby asks, turning me so that I can sit in his lap, as he sits on the bed.
“I don’t know. I know my father. I can tell when he is holding something back,” I muse.
Toby snorts. “Yeah, he and your brother have the same habits. What do you think he’s hiding?”
“He knows something. Something I think will end all of this,” I pout. “He has been more demanding. He wants to know the father,” I look down at my belly and place my hand on it.
Toby covers my hand, causing me to look up at him. “I’m ready whenever you are. You say the word and I will go with you. I’m not ashamed of you or my children.”
“You know that is not what this is about. I want to keep you safe,” I sigh.
“If you feel your father is hiding something, maybe telling him will get him to reveal it. If he has an ace in the hole to end this, we may have a chance to be together,” Toby insists.
“And if not?”
“I will take care of things,” Toby says with a promise.
I rub my temple. “This all makes me so exhausted. I wanted to forget about it until tomorrow. My father wants me to have lunch with him,” I huff tiredly.
“Then, I guess we should get this show on the road,” Toby croons, placing his hand on my thigh and running it up my leg. “You promised me a shower.”
“Yes, I did,” I cup his face. “Let me show you all the perps of being royalty, my prince.”
Toby chuckles. “They wouldn’t let my Irish-Scot ass into the palace,” he throws his head back and laughs.
“But I have a palace that’s all yours,” I purr back.
Toby groans, leaning in to capture my lips. I can taste the bitterness of beer on his tongue. A month ago, I may have gagged. In this moment, I want him so much it is just an added flavor to the perfection Toby is.
Toby breaks the kiss, pecking my lips. “Let’s get you ready,” he says, with a twinkle in his eyes.
I grab his offered hand and allow him to help me onto the floor between his legs. I smile down at my lap, as he parts my hair with his fingers, just like I taught him. Toby proceeds to cornbraid my hair back.
We are silent, both lost in our thoughts, while he gives me four quick braids. When he’s done, he bends to kiss the back of my neck. Toby then stands, stepping over me on the floor so he can help me up.
Toby pulls me into a kiss, delivering hunger and passion all at once. Lifting me into his arms, he wraps my legs around his waist, my belly nudging him between us. I wrap my arms around his neck and push my hands in his hair. He nips my chin, then licks the sting away, all while carrying us into the en suite.
Once in the bathroom, he places me on my feet. I see he is about to speak forth his command, but I have other ideas. I reach to cover his lips, with my fingertip.
“Let me,” I whisper, igniting the flames in his eyes.
I begin with the buttons on his button-down shirt. When I’ve released them all, slowly, teasingly, I push the fabric from his shoulders. The sound of the fabric rustling to the floor is the only thing that is heard in the bathroom, as the air is charged with anticipation.
I reach for his belt next, releasing it and pulling it from its loops. I hand it to Toby, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He shakes his head at me smiling.
“Not while you’re pregnant,” he chuckles.
I pout, but I don’t argue. I’ll need my hands for what I intend to do anyway. Toby tosses the belt aside. I free him of his shorts and push them down his thighs.
Toby is always in the habit of taking off his shoes and socks, when he walks into the house. His feet are already bare. He kicks his shorts aside, out of my way.
“Come take a load off your feet, my prince,” I say with a seductive smile.
I walk Toby into the shower. I slip out of my lingerie, letting it fall to my feet. Opening the door of the shower, I push him inside. I continue to push him back, until he sits on the built-in shower bench. He lifts a brow at me, but I just smile. I reach to start the water, before bending to place my hands on his knees. I lower to my knees in front of him.
“Baby, this is going to be uncomfortable for you,” Toby frowns.
“Then I will have to work quickly,” I shrug, wrapping my hands around his already thick, warm, throbbing erection.
I stroke him a few times, keeping my eyes on his. He reaches to stroke my face, lovingly. I bite my lip, lowering my eyes to my target. I wet my lips and lean forward.
I lick right through his slit, needing to taste him. I moan when his salty, sweet taste hits my tongue. I hum, using my tongue to spread moisture around the crown.
Toby hisses between his teeth, his hips start to rock up off the bench. His hand goes to grab the ends of my braids like a handle. I’m so turns on by how turned on he is.
“Make it nasty, Mara,” he groans. “Wet and nasty and I’ll be quick.”
I know exactly what he’s asking for. I work my mouth letting the moisture gather. Looking up through my lashes, I part my lips and let the drool spill over.
Toby growls at the sight. I make more saliva in my mouth and spit it onto his thick length. I shift a little as the tiles bite into my knees.
Toby’s eyes fill with concern, he opens his mouth, but I cut his words off, as I dip my head and take him in my mouth. I’m going to make this quick and nasty just like he asked.
I bob, lick, and suck him like it’s the last chance I’ll ever have. Toby’s head falls back and a long groan spills from his mouth. I moan in delight, rolling my head so that my mouth rotates on him as I suck.
“Fuck,” he hisses out. “Suck that shit, Baby. Fuck, that’s so good.”
I’m not the greatest at deep throating. Especially not since being pregnant. I know my limitations, so I cup what doesn’t fit in my mouth in my hands. I work my hands up and down, as I lock my tongue around him, squeezing as I bob.
“Fuck, I love when you do that shit, it’s fucking insane,” Toby groans.
I smile around him. I learned that trick by accident. It’s not something Toby has taught me. I’m proud of myself for pleasing him without his tutelage.
It doesn’t take much more for me to get him right where I want him. “Cumming,” he says breathlessly.
I ease off just enough to feel him spray my mouth with his hot seed, before I swallow it all. Toby leans forward to scoop me up and pull me into his lap. He throws his head back, his chest heaving.
I watch his face, pleased with myself. Toby’s right hand rubs my backside lazily. When he catches his breath, he speaks without opening his eyes.
“You up for a ride, or you want me to just eat your pussy,” he asks, but I feel him growing beneath me already.
“Come on, Toby,” I chuckle. “You know I want the ride and I want you to eat for me.”
His eyes open and he looks at me, a smile tugging his lips. “That’s my girl,” he winks. “I want to taste us together.”
With his words, he lifts my hips, sliding me down on his waiting length. We both know I’m already nice and slick. I’m sure I just left a nice puddle on his lap. I slide down onto him with ease.
“Oh,” I moan out, loud and long.
I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for this. If only this moment could solve all of my problems. Toby palms my throat, tugging my head back, his lips pressing to my ear.
“Whatever comes, we’ll be ready. Where you go, I go,” he says in my ear. “Let it all go. None of that matter in this moment. It’s just me, you, and our babies,” his free hand palms my stomach.
“I love you,” I cry out.
“And I, you, Baby. More than you’ll ever know,” he groans in my ear, thrusting up into me. “Argh, you feel so good.”
“Toby.”
“You’re cumming. I can feel it,” he says, almost in awe.
“Too fast, not ready,” I pant.
“Ah, Christ, let go. I’ll give you another,” he says with such promise, I don’t hesitate to turn my face into his neck and explode.
“That’s my girl. Cum all over me. I can’t wait to taste you,” he groans.
My heart’s pounding in my ears. I squeeze my thighs shut, as I continue to bounce on his lap with his help. Toby runs his hands up the center of my back, causing me to lean forward slightly. The angle changes just right.
I bite down on my tongue and my eyes cross. The shower has steamed up, but I don’t think either of us cares. I reach my palms out, placing them on the glass.
“Ah, shit,” Toby groans. He palms my butt cheeks, kneading them. He slaps one cheek. “Stop being shy, Kamara. Take it,” he growls at me.
I sit back up, pressing my back to his front. I reach for his face, looking in to his eyes. I throw my left leg over his, and begin to roll my hips.
“Yes,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Fuck me like you mean it. Show me you know it’s yours.”
I’m so wet, you can hear it over the shower fall. I feel the sweat dewing on my lips. I’m going over. There is no way I’m not.
I start to clench around him, causing him to grasp my hips, stilling me, as he pumps up into me. I feel him getting ready to explode inside me. I close my legs again, trying to contain the massive explosion that is about to happen inside me.
Useless, my efforts are useless. Toby has done just what I needed him to do. My lids grow heavy and I slump back against him, as we cum together.
“I don’t think I can move,” I murmur, once I can speak.
“You don’t have to,” he chuckles. “but I’m getting my taste, Princess.”
My face heats, I cover it and shake my head. Somehow, we will figure this out. Maybe Toby is right. I will think about telling my father.