to me.”
He laughed. “I
know you were humming, and until you tell me what it was, I’m not
going to let you come.”
I looked at
him coldly. “You wouldn’t dare,” I sighed as he slowed right down,
unbearably dragging his length out to the tip. A bike engine came
to life in the distance, and my eyes widened at the prospect of it
being either Nate or Charli coming to look for us.
Bryce must
have been thinking the same thing as he begged the question again.
“So, what were you humming? You better hurry and tell me, it sounds
like we might get some company.”
I tried to
lean over and peek around the tree but he held me tight. “Please,
Bryce,” I moaned.
“Are you gonna
tell me, Hunny?” He pushed back in and slowly pulled out again
while groaning and making me gasp. His pace increased along with my
orgasm.
The bike
engine noise slowly got louder, indicating someone was definitely
heading in our direction. I was so close, my body heating and my
fingers clenching, when he stopped—just freakin’ stopped.
“Tell me,” his
gaze was intense, and the smallest sign of a smirk crept across his
face. He twitched his dick, persuading me further.
“Alright!
Alright!” I shouted. “It was fucking ‘Home among the
Gumtrees’.”
He practically
mashed his mouth to mine and thrust into me hard, deep and fast
until I was shouting again, only this time it had absolutely
nothing to do with a stupid song. Bryce, too, groaned with his
release as the bike approached only a minute or so away. He pulled
out of me and zipped up his jeans while I reached down and pulled
up my shorts, fastening them in no time at all.
He began to
laugh.
“What? It’s
not funny, you’re not funny. Don’t ever threaten me with not coming
again.”
“Home among
the Gumtrees’? Really? That’s fucking awesome.”
I couldn’t
help but laugh. “Shut up.”
Just as I
smoothed my hair down, Nate rounded the corner on his bike with
Charli on the back. Fuck, that was close...too close. He cut
the engine and they both climbed off.
“Hey, ratbags.
What you doin’?”
“Nanny said
that dinner will be ready soon.”
“Okay.” I
suddenly got an idea. “Hey, you two come here.” I motioned them
over to the tree. “Find yourself a stick like this,” I said,
holding up a pointy branch. “You too,” I instructed Bryce. He
frowned a little in question, but did what he was told.
I started
scratching my name into the tree trunk.
“What are you
doing Mum?” asked Charli.
“I’m adding a
new entry to my tree diary,” I answered. “Scratch your name here.”
I pointed to a spot close to where I had finished writing my name.
“You too,” I said to Nate and Bryce. All three of them stood there
and tattooed their name to my tree. I finished off by writing ‘were
here 2013’.
I smiled.
Charli
happy-danced.
Nate said,
“That’s kind of dumb.”
And Bryce
hummed “Home among the Gumtrees” as he kissed my head and subtly
placed his hand on my belly.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Family dinner
at the Blaxlo house was always eventful, this particular night
being no exception. Every time Jen or Steve placed food in their
mouth, the twins would cry, having some kind of baby radar that
said ‘Mummy and Daddy are having me-time, quick intervene’.
Livy sent all
things that were a shade of green from her plate onto the floor,
and Nate unsuccessfully tried to roll his Brussels sprout onto
Charli’s plate unnoticed. Charli then vocally expressed that it
wasn’t hers and not so subtly tossed it back onto his plate. I had
to laugh when Dad performed the same manoeuvrer as Nate, rolling
his onto Mum’s plate. But unlike Nate, Dad succeeded then basked in
his victory—Mum was none the wiser. I honestly didn’t know why she
persisted in cooking the things, because Steve had passed his to
Jen—who grudgingly ate them—and Jake had also pushed his aside. Mum
and I were the only ones who actually liked them, together with
Bryce who happily
He laughed. “I
know you were humming, and until you tell me what it was, I’m not
going to let you come.”
I looked at
him coldly. “You wouldn’t dare,” I sighed as he slowed right down,
unbearably dragging his length out to the tip. A bike engine came
to life in the distance, and my eyes widened at the prospect of it
being either Nate or Charli coming to look for us.
Bryce must
have been thinking the same thing as he begged the question again.
“So, what were you humming? You better hurry and tell me, it sounds
like we might get some company.”
I tried to
lean over and peek around the tree but he held me tight. “Please,
Bryce,” I moaned.
“Are you gonna
tell me, Hunny?” He pushed back in and slowly pulled out again
while groaning and making me gasp. His pace increased along with my
orgasm.
The bike
engine noise slowly got louder, indicating someone was definitely
heading in our direction. I was so close, my body heating and my
fingers clenching, when he stopped—just freakin’ stopped.
“Tell me,” his
gaze was intense, and the smallest sign of a smirk crept across his
face. He twitched his dick, persuading me further.
“Alright!
Alright!” I shouted. “It was fucking ‘Home among the
Gumtrees’.”
He practically
mashed his mouth to mine and thrust into me hard, deep and fast
until I was shouting again, only this time it had absolutely
nothing to do with a stupid song. Bryce, too, groaned with his
release as the bike approached only a minute or so away. He pulled
out of me and zipped up his jeans while I reached down and pulled
up my shorts, fastening them in no time at all.
He began to
laugh.
“What? It’s
not funny, you’re not funny. Don’t ever threaten me with not coming
again.”
“Home among
the Gumtrees’? Really? That’s fucking awesome.”
I couldn’t
help but laugh. “Shut up.”
Just as I
smoothed my hair down, Nate rounded the corner on his bike with
Charli on the back. Fuck, that was close...too close. He cut
the engine and they both climbed off.
“Hey, ratbags.
What you doin’?”
“Nanny said
that dinner will be ready soon.”
“Okay.” I
suddenly got an idea. “Hey, you two come here.” I motioned them
over to the tree. “Find yourself a stick like this,” I said,
holding up a pointy branch. “You too,” I instructed Bryce. He
frowned a little in question, but did what he was told.
I started
scratching my name into the tree trunk.
“What are you
doing Mum?” asked Charli.
“I’m adding a
new entry to my tree diary,” I answered. “Scratch your name here.”
I pointed to a spot close to where I had finished writing my name.
“You too,” I said to Nate and Bryce. All three of them stood there
and tattooed their name to my tree. I finished off by writing ‘were
here 2013’.
I smiled.
Charli
happy-danced.
Nate said,
“That’s kind of dumb.”
And Bryce
hummed “Home among the Gumtrees” as he kissed my head and subtly
placed his hand on my belly.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Family dinner
at the Blaxlo house was always eventful, this particular night
being no exception. Every time Jen or Steve placed food in their
mouth, the twins would cry, having some kind of baby radar that
said ‘Mummy and Daddy are having me-time, quick intervene’.
Livy sent all
things that were a shade of green from her plate onto the floor,
and Nate unsuccessfully tried to roll his Brussels sprout onto
Charli’s plate unnoticed. Charli then vocally expressed that it
wasn’t hers and not so subtly tossed it back onto his plate. I had
to laugh when Dad performed the same manoeuvrer as Nate, rolling
his onto Mum’s plate. But unlike Nate, Dad succeeded then basked in
his victory—Mum was none the wiser. I honestly didn’t know why she
persisted in cooking the things, because Steve had passed his to
Jen—who grudgingly ate them—and Jake had also pushed his aside. Mum
and I were the only ones who actually liked them, together with
Bryce who happily
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