“You talk to your woman and I’ll talk to mine,” Nix compromises and I agree.

“Glad we sorted that out. Now can we quit fucking acting like pussies,” Beau adds, slapping us on the back.

“Yeah, yeah, asshole, it’ll be you one day,” Nix accuses as we follow him out.

“Never. The day you see me handing my balls to a woman is the day hell freezes over.”

“Never say never, fucker,” I tell him as I lock up the shop, realizing just how far my life has changed in the last year. Never in my wildest dreams would I see myself settling down with a woman again, my child growing in her belly. Fuck me, I didn’t even think I would let anyone in. Holly changed all that for me, changed the direction of my course, and if that had to happen with an exchange of my balls, I don’t even give a fuck. I couldn’t be happier.

“I’ll remember this day, Beau,” Nix warns, mounting his bike. “And when you start walkin’ around ball-less, we’ll all remind you how fuckin’ pussy whipped you really are,” he laughs and I join him. The fucker has no idea, and the day it comes, I can’t wait to give him shit over it.

***

“So, Mom and Dad are having a family dinner next weekend,” Holly says, resting against the counter watching me make pancakes the next morning. It’s been ten days since her concussion and finding out about the baby.

“What sort of dinner?” I turn to look over at her. I love waking up in her place, walking around her kitchen, making her pancakes while she sits on the counter chatting.

“I was hoping it could be a ‘we’re getting married, Mom and Dad, oh and you’re going to be grandparents too’ dinner. Do you think you would like to come?” she asks, looking nervous. We've held off telling her parents for the last week, with Holly wanting to wait until she was twelve weeks along. ‘The safe period,' she tells me.

“Are you asking me on a date?” I smirk, walking up and standing between her legs.

“Ha-ha, smartass,” she says, squeezing my nipple. I repay the action by pinching hers back.

“You want to come out to your mom and dad at a family dinner?” I question, starting to freak out a little. Fuck, I didn’t think this through.

“Yeah, I need them to know about my baby daddy.” She smiles big at me.

“You want to feed me to your parents,” I tease her softly.

“And my brother,” she adds.

“Oh, shit. That bullhead brother of yours?”

“Oh, he thinks that about you, too,” she smiles with a guilty smirk on her face.

“Fucking great,” I sigh, not looking forward to that meeting.

“Don’t worry. He’s found himself a new girl. He’s totally pussy whipped,” she laughs, hooking my neck in her grasp as she pulls me toward her. “Kind of like you,” she murmurs against my lips. I don’t respond to her little bite, just take the kiss deeper and pull her closer to me. She wraps her legs around my waist, her hot pussy rubbing against me.

“You think I’m pussy whipped?” I finally ask. Her eyes are glazed over, and her lips are red from our rough kiss. It’s the second time I’ve been accused in the last twenty-four hours.

“Not at all,” she sweetly replies.

“Holly, I’m not whipped,” I tell her, stepping back out of her grasp to finish breakfast.

“No, I believe you,” she says, sliding off the counter.

“What are you doing?” I ask, watching her lift her dress. She hooks her thumbs into the sides of her panties and seductively drags them down her thighs.

“Oh, nothing much, I just want to see how not pussy whipped you are.” She kicks her panties up at me and jumps back up on the kitchen counter.

“Removing your panties isn’t going to make me cave,” I tell her, catching them and bringing them to my nose to breathe in her scent.

“Did you just sniff my panties?” she laughs, watching me pocket them in the back of my pants. I shrug, going back to watching her.

“Of course you didn’t, ‘cause you’re not pussy whipped, baby,” she purrs. Her voice sexy as fuck, while her fingers trail up her pale soft thigh. Jesus.

Her legs spread giving me the perfect view of her bare pussy. She’s a temptation; I’ll give her that.

“You don’t play fair,” I admit, forcing myself not to give in. I’ve got this. She won't win.

“You know, baby. If you were pussy whipped, you wouldn’t be able to handle this right now.” She continues to tease me as her fingers dance over her lips, spreading them to show me just how wet she is. Fuck me.

A growl erupts from my throat at seeing her spread out for me.

“Are you hungry, baby?” Her raspy voice all but breaks me.

“So fucking hungry,” I reply, watching her fingers slide into where I desperately ache to sink myself.

“Then come and get something to eat, Sy,” she all but begs. She doesn’t have to ask twice. I step forward, drop to my knees, and bury my face in her sweet cunt.

Her scent invades me, intoxicating me. Her moans fill her kitchen, the cries of passion only spurring me forward. Her hands come to my head, her short nails rake along my scalp.

“Fuck, I love your tongue,” she moans, her hips riding my face. Thrust and whimper, thrust and whimper. I flick, suck and nip harder, focusing on her tiny ball of nerves.

“Yes…yes…yes,” she chants as her orgasm runs through her. I don’t relent, pushing her further into the bliss she’s living right now.