You know the look, the stern look that means no funny business.
Through the few interactions I’ve had with Monty, he’s always been the goofy guy. The one to crack jokes, and play with the kids. I’ve barely seen him serious, but when it comes to Josie and her restrictions to heal. It sends shivers downmyspine and it’s not even meant for me.
I wonder if he’s strict in the bedroom too–
Jesus Evie, do not go there. Scolding myself for letting my thoughts wander. I know I flirted with them both on New Year's Eve, but this is different. They’re my employers now, and I need to keep this job so I cansave up again.
We say our goodbyes, and I get into my car. Heading back to my place, I turn up the music and let the music flow over me. I park in front of the apartment complex, get out and make my way in.
Unlocking the door, I head straight for my room. Sharing an apartment with random’s wasn’t always in my plan. But a girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do. I needed to get my independence back, to be able to take care of myself. I learned the hard way not to rely on anyone.
Because the last time I relied on someone. I was never more alone.
The first thing I do when I get into my room is remove my clothes and get into my favorite tank and short pajama set then flop on my bed. Before I plug in my phone, I send a quick text off to Harper, who I know will be anxiously waiting for me to tell her how tonight went.
Evie: ya girl is officially employed again.
I don’t stay up to wait for a response, because as soon as my head hits the pillow I pass out.
Chapter Four
Josie
Three Weeks Postpartum
Beep,beep,beep…
A groan comes from beside me, before warmth covers my back. Monty’s arms wrapping around my side, sliding up to cup my breast as he buries his face into my neck.
“I don’t know what I hate more, tiny human alarm clocks or work alarm clocks,” he peppers one kiss after another on my neck. A shiver runs down my spine, tilting my head to give him better access. Reveling in the feel of his mouth on my skin.
The tell tale pull in my breasts begins to happen, causing a groan to leave me.
“Where’s my pump?” Hayes hasn’t stirred yet, and I’m a firm believer of not waking a sleeping baby. So pumping it is. “I’ve got about a minute before my tits start leaking like a waterfall.”
Throwing the blanket off me, I go to roll toward the edge of the bed to get up when Monty’s grip tightens on me. He keeps pulling until I’m on my back, the next minute his lips hover over mine.
He closes the distance, kissing me softly. Taking his time with every stroke of his tongue before pulling away and smirking at me.
“Let me help you, mama.” a squeak leaves my lips as he pulls down my tank top, the cold air making my nipples harden. My breast swells, and the warm white liquid begins to bead and run down my breast.
His head dips down and his tongue follows the trail my milk has made up until he latches on my breast. His tongue circles around my hardened peak before he sucks, the tingling feeling of the breast milk flowing from my chest. The relief of each pull receding the fullness I was once feeling.
Monty groans as the creamy liquid coats his mouth, he takes a few pulls before releasing my breast and moving to the other. My fingers run through his hair before holding on as he continues to suck.
In the next moment, the cries of Hayes come through the monitor, snapping us back to attention. Monty pops off, quickly pecking me on the lips before jumping out of bed.
His hard cock tents his pajama bottoms, my eyes trailing the outline. Heat pools in my core as I remember all the filthy things he can do with it, until a pinch in my lower abdomen reminds me I'm still healing.
Stupid incision.
My eyes connecting with his, I see the mutual heat shining in his before he winks then disappears out the door. Sighing, I put my shirt back in place. Shimmying up the bed as best I can, resting my back against the headboard before reaching for my phone, and scroll through Capture.
I pass picture after picture, my main feed always giving me a little bit of everything. A picture of Indian food appears on my screen and I begin to salivate at the thought of buttered chicken. I make a mental note to beg Monty to bring home take out this Friday to celebrate his first week back.
Or maybe Evie and I can take the boys to go get it as a surprise.
I put a mental pin in that for later just as Monty saunters in the room with a fussy Hayes.
