Chapter 113: Krispin
Nicole was not exactly what I needed, but she was close. Damian made sure I sat and spoke to the eager sub and reviewed her wants and needs as well as her hard limits. She had few, but I was comfortable with only going so far. I remembered what Lydia said about her career and asked her questions during aftercare. It was the first time I worked on enjoying the experience. I was glad I did. Nicole was a medical examiner. I found it fascinating and my usual fifteen minutes turned into an hour.
She spoke softly about her work and obviously loved her job. She never asked about my band or for me to sing for her. It was surprisingly pleasant and made me forget the gorgeous brunette sub for a while.
Unfortunately, when I left Nicole at the club and went to my room, my dreams were filled with every conceivable first meeting I might have with the mysterious, green-eyed sub. I woke up with a throbbing hard-on and equally throbbing headache. I stepped into a hot shower hoping for relief from at least one of my torments.
Getting out of the shower, I called room service for coffee. I had barely put the phone down when knock sounded at my door. Wrapped in a towel, I answered to find Lydia, a stroller, and a guitar case.
"I see you're not quite ready for company."
"I just need pants," I smiled. "Coffee is on its way so the chances are good that I won't eat your child."
Abigail reached a hand toward me and I would have scooped her up but I was afraid the towel would slip and her mommy would get the full effect of my softening boner. "Pants first and then baby drool if you don't mind."
Abigail didn't like my rejection and her shrill cry rang throughout my poor head. Lydia's laughter didn't help.
I walked away, turning my back, and pulled on my dirty jeans from the day before, complete with underwear stuck in the legs which only added to the convenience of leaving clothes lying around. I was damn good at being a bachelor.
I didn't bother with a shirt, but walked back over to the stroller. It took a moment but I figured out the latched straps and picked up my screaming early morning fan.
One lone tear ran down her face. I couldn't help myself and kissed it from her cheek.
"Her girlfriends will be so jealous when I tell this story," Lydia laughed.
"Fame is short-lived and her girlfriends won't be as impressed as you seem to think by the time you get to tell the story."
Abigail's cries faded to gulps and a quivering lower lip. Her hand reached my chest hair without me realizing what she was going for and my loud, "Ouch," made her mother laugh louder.
"Chest hair is new to her because Damian has his waxed."
"I understand why, but that sounds damned painful, too."
"You guys are such sissies."
"Please don't expect an argument from me. Women can keep childbirth and cramps. I'll settle for football and beer."
"Wise choice. Who's your team?"
"There's only one team."
"And that would be?"
"Broncos, the best the NFL has to offer."
"We will agree to disagree on that one. My husband would kill me if I didn't support the Texans."
"They suck, but like you say, we'll agree to disagree."
I sat on the couch and unwrapped tiny fingers from my chest's short and curlies. Lydia picked up a t-shirt from the corner of the chair and handed it to me before sitting down on the floor and crossing her legs.
"She has a one track mind after she finds a new toy. It's too early to hear your sobs so the best thing to do is cover yourself."
I placed Abigail on the couch by my side and quickly pulled the shirt over my head. She didn't seem to mind and crawled back into my lap.
"She really does like you."
"She gets her good taste from her father, I'm sure."
Lydia laughed again but then became serious. "I spoke to Nicole late last night. You're a good dom."
"We can agree to disagree again. I want to be a good Dom but I've made past mistakes and have a lot to make up for."
She ignored my statement. "What did you think of Nicole?"
"I liked her. I liked her a lot, but will the truth piss you off?"
"I prefer the truth."
"I dreamed the entire night of a beautiful, leggy brunette and I don't even know her name."
A long sigh met my answer. I took my eyes off Abigail and looked at her mother.
"Her name is Angela." An unflinching stare came with Lydia's words.
"Why don't you want me around her?" I knew the answer. My past was not a good one but I needed to hear her say it. But, I didn't get exactly what I wanted.
"You're both wounded," she said. "You could be the best thing that ever happened to each other or the worst. I don't think I can take that chance with Angela. I care too deeply."
My heart dropped into my belly. I didn't want to hear about Angela, my erotic dream girl, being damaged. It hurt and I didn't know why.
I met the blue eyes staring intently into mine, "Tell me about her wounds?"
"Sorry, but that I won't do."
I closed my eyes for a moment, and brought the soft baby body into my chest and hugged her. She squirmed and struggled to get away after a few seconds. I loosened my arms and tried to adjust her on my lap but she wanted down. I let her feet land on the carpet and she walked the couch's length using her hands to hold her up until she hit the end. Her diapered bottom plopped onto the floor and she crawled to her mother. I watched as she scrambled into Lydia's lap and then began tugging at her top. Surprisingly Lydia's cheeks turned a delightful shade of pink and I laughed.
"My sister nursed my nephew and niece so I'm used to booby-sucking. And, before you yell at me for my word choice, please know it's what my sister calls it."
"Booby-sucking. I'll need to remember to let Damian in on that one."
Her cheeks grew rosier but this time I didn't laugh. The picture of Angela suckling a baby flashed through my mind and the words 'booby-suck' took on an entirely different meaning.
"It's time for us to go. I wanted to return your guitar so if you felt inclined, you could write Abigail another lullaby.
"You women are entirely too greedy."
"Yes, we are." She paused for a moment. "Damian and I are here for you. I think you are a good Dom, you just need to trust yourself."
"Thank you. I'm glad I came back."
"So are we."
She fastened a squirming Abigail into the stroller, then turned and pushed it down the hall to the elevator. As she and Abigail disappeared inside, a valet wheeled a cart out of it. The coffee arrived just in time, and I gladly handed him a generous tip.
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