My brows rose, and Truth started to vibrate with laughter as he tried to keep it quiet and not alert the man that he was standing behind him.
“Yes,” I pushed back from my chair and stood up. My pants, which had been digging into my belly, finally loosened, allowing me to breathe again. I’d gained a ton of weight (over seventy pounds) during my pregnancy, and still, months after having our son, I was trying to lose the weight. Slowly but surely. In the meantime, all of my clothes still fit like shit, and my pants were tight as hell and digging into my belly when I sat down for longer than three seconds. “I can. I’m sorry to have to do this, and I hate that I have to do it, but as of now, you no longer are employed by Breaker Pub.”
“You’re a fucking bitch,” he said, ripping off his name tag and tossing it.
The problem was that he tossed it in the direction of our son, who I could hear moving around in the pack and play.
The moment the name badge hit the wall beside his head, Ernest Junior, better known as EJ, started to really scream.
I closed my eyes for the next bit.
That was because I had shit in my hair. I had shit on my shirt and pants. I also had vomit down my back that I was trying really hard not to overthink. And Truth, being the overprotective man he was over his wife and child, struck.
He grabbed Brian by the coat collar, yanked him to face him, and then decked him.
“Mother. Fucker.”
***
Four hours later, I was fairly sure that I’d talked Brian out of pressing charges.
Though, to do that I had to offer him a severance check that was quite substantial.
And did Truth care one single bit that he’d cost the pub over four thousand dollars? Hell no.
He was sitting there, EJ in his arms, staring at the game on the TV with Sean sitting next to him.
A recently broken up Sean, who was less Seanshine and more Seanstorm.
Though, I didn’t call him that to his face.
“Would you stop pacing?” Truth growled without breaking away from the stupid fucking game that he was watching.
I narrowed my eyes.
“The quarterback gets hurt, and they lose the game in the fifth.”
Truth froze, then calmly leaned over, handed EJ to Sean who was trying not to laugh, and stood up.
Carefully, he turned around, rounded the couch, and then started in my direction.
Me, being me, never knew when to shut up.
Had I known, I wouldn’t have continued to bait him.
“And they also lose a wide receiver because he tore his ACL. They lost in overtime,” I sneered at him.
Truth didn’t even stop.
He bent low once he reached me, snaked his arm around the backs of my thighs, and stood.
“Ommph,” I grunted, trying to push up.
Truth wouldn’t allow it. The moment I started to push against his shoulders to alleviate the pressure on my belly, he smacked me on the ass. Hard.
I shrieked.
Sean grinned at me the entire way into our shared bedroom, and right before the door slammed on his laughing face, I flipped him off. Because I was mature and shit like that.
Sean’s laughter was shut off the moment the door slammed shut, and I gasped because I was then flying through the air and landing on the bed.
The moment my back hit the comforter, I gasped and started to roll away.
Truth followed me down, though, refusing to let me move away from him.
“You wanted my attention, baby,” he growled, getting so close to my face that his beard tickled my chin. “And you have it.”
I gasped, instinctively opening my thighs to the man, and licked my lips when Truth’s hard cock immediately ground into me.
I was wearing a pair of leggings which seemed to be the only thing that fit my ass and belly well enough for me to wear them for long periods of time without wanting to slice my belly fat off with a paper cutter.
The look in Truth’s eyes, the one that showed me that I was sexy no matter what I looked at, was my undoing, though.
“I’m mad,” I said breathlessly.
He grinned, his mouth dropping down to my lips.
“I can tell,” he said. “What are you mad about?”
His hand was on the move, starting at my side and moving down until he was at the top of my leggings, his hand delving under my shirt.
I sucked my belly in when he plunged his hand inside my pants and widened my legs, allowing him complete access.
He grinned as he pulled away from me, watching my eyes as he let his fingers play along the folds of my sex.
“I’m mad,” I swallowed thickly, trying to concentrate. It was nearly impossible with the way his finger was circling my clit, though. “Because you just cost us four grand.”
“Four grand well spent,” he said, bending down to bite my nipple through the tunic I was wearing.
I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned.
“I…I…”
“You what?” he rasped.
I couldn’t think.
“It was uncalled for,” I told him bluntly, trying to gather my thoughts and finding myself unable to.
He growled against my breast, causing my entire body to tingle. Then he was up and moving, yanking my leggings down just far enough to expose my ass.
Then he started working on his belt—which didn’t take too long.
Thank God.
And when he was plunging that hard cock inside of me, pressing my legs forward to my chest, I really didn’t care about much of anything any longer.
“It was totally called for,” he told me as he buried himself inside of me. “Any time I feel that you or my son are being disrespected, you can expect the same results.”
Then he pulled out and thrust back inside. Hard. And I lost all ability to care about anything else but him.
That’s, of course, when the baby started to cry from the living room, and I started to laugh. EJ reminded me that there were other people in the house other than us.
“He’s going to be pissed,” I informed him breathily. “If I don’t come get him and feed him ASAP.”
I’d found that EJ was a whole lot like me, in that when he wanted to be fed, it’d better happen on his time schedule or I’d regret it.
Truth grunted, not stopping.
I ran my hands up his sides, causing him to shiver. Then his eyes moved to mine.
Seconds later, he started to come, and I watched him give me everything he had to give.
My eyes fell closed, and I gasped, trying to catch my breath.
Something that was much easier when Truth’s heavy weight removed itself from my body.
“Stay,” Truth murmured as he got up. “I’ll go get him.”
I rolled onto my belly, feeling the hardness in my breasts that signaled a feeding was imminent.
I got up anyway. I had to go clean myself up.
EJ was a grazer. He took his time eating, and since we had a party to go to tonight at the club, I didn’t have time to waste.
Not to mention that I’d just had sex with my man and had to clean up before I held my kid. That was just gross.
I hurried to the bathroom, grabbing a towel off the rack above the toilet. My eyes caught on the decorative metal, and I smiled. That’d been the newest addition to Truth’s effort to fix up my old home.