He opens his mouth but stops himself. I can see the confliction on his face. “It’s Crisp,” he finally says. I give him a quick head nod before turning and stepping into my room.
I always sleep with the door open so that I can hear Natalia easily. Tonight, knowing that Blake is in the living room, I’m not sure that keeping my door open is a good idea. Not because I’m afraid or because I don’t trust him. No. I’m afraid that I don’t trust myself.
Chapter Fourteen – Crib Parties
Blake
I swear I just started to doze off when I’m startled awake by a loud war cry. I jump up off the couch as if the apartment were being raided, tripping over the blanket that’s wrapped around my legs. I keep myself from going down though, putting my hand out and catching the arm of the couch. Soft footfalls echo through the apartment as Carly makes her way across the hall and into Natalia’s room.
My daughter. I can’t stop mentally repeating it.
I hurry after Carly and reach the room just as she’s pulling Natalia out of the crib. Even in the darkness, I can see her tear-stained face as she fights against her mom. “What do you need?” I ask, having no clue what in the hell to do.
“I just need to change her quickly,” she says as she walks to the table along the opposite wall. I watch helplessly as Carly lays her down and starts to remove her footie sleeper. As soon as she reveals Natalia’s pudgy little belly, Carly leans down and blows a raspberry kiss on her stomach. The result is a loud giggle that punctures my heart in the best possible way. I smile instantly as Natalia reaches up and grabs a handful of Carly’s black hair.
Walking up and standing next to her, I take in Carly’s nighttime appearance. She’s wearing sexy-ass little shorts that leave little to the imagination. My dick starts to thicken as I devour eyefuls of mile-long legs. The tiny pink tank top does nothing to cover up her tits either. Hard nipples poke through the taut material, making my mouth water and my mind wanders right back to what it was like to have them between my teeth.
Shit, I need to redirect. I’m standing in my daughter’s bedroom while she’s having her diaper changed, lusting after the woman who gave birth to her. All with a growing erection that’s only getting bigger by the second. I turn away from both females in the room in an attempt to get my raging hard-on under control. I walk over to the crib first, and then to the dresser next. On top, I see a photograph of Carly in a hospital bed holding a dark, wrinkly newborn baby. Picking up the picture, I mentally try to see where I fit in. I’m not in this picture, but I damn well should be. The realization is both exhilarating and scary as fuck.
“That was about two hours after she was born,” Carly whispers just over my shoulder. I turn to see two pairs of sparkling eyes trained on me. I set the picture back down on the dresser before turning my attention to the little girl who appears to be wide-awake.
“Can I?” I reach my hands forward, offering to take the little girl from the crook of her arm. Her answer is to turn Natalia to fully face me. Taking my daughter in my hands, I follow behind as Carly walks out into the living room. Natalia coos and wiggles in my arms obviously very much awake at three a.m.
Carly pulls milk out of the fridge and fills up a plastic sippy cup. I walk around the living room, listening to my daughter chatter gibberish. When I turn back around, Carly is standing in the doorway, staring at me. I watch her eyes wander slowly down my chest, taking in the tattoo adorning my left pec. After her eyes devour my ink, they head south towards my boxer briefs. I sleep on the hot side, so as little clothes as possible is how I prefer it. In my haste to get to Natalia, I didn’t slip my t-shirt back on. When her eyes reach my crotch, I can see them dilate even through the poor lighting.
“You keep doing that and I’m going to have a big problem that can only be rectified one way,” I finally say as she drinks me in with those intoxicating eyes of hers. Her eyes slam back up to mine before dropping back down to my groin, which is rapidly hardening as we speak. Wide, stunned eyes slam back into mine before she turns and looks away all together. “Sorry, I didn’t have time to throw on clothes,” I say, not really sorry at all.
“It’s okay,” she chokes out, clearing her throat and keeping her eyes averted.
Natalia starts to wiggle, clearly wanting to get down. “Is this okay?” I ask as I set her down on the floor.
“Yes,” Carly says as she walks over to the baskets in the corner and starts to pull toys out. When a decent sized selection sits in the middle of the floor in front of our daughter, she turns on the television and finds a cartoon channel.