Sonny slipped his arms around you as you admired the beauty of the church. “Hard to believe 150 of our closet family and friends will be filling these seats tomorrow, huh?”
“Think it’s too late too late to elope?”, only half joking. All you wanted was Sonny. The big wedding was really for your families.
“I’m pretty sure our moms would kill us”, Sonny chuckled. “Remember when we moved in together? I thought they were gonna flip. Confession everyday, lighting candles for us, imagine eloping. “
“I just can’t wait until you’re all mine.” You squeezed his hands.
“Doll, I’ve been yours since the night you slammed into me in that bar.”
“Sit,” you directed Nick to the toilet after you put the seat down.
Nick held the gauze to his brow and wiped the blood from his lip. “Ah,” he hissed when you dabbed the cut above his brow with antiseptic.
“Oh hush,” you scolded. “Keep your hands to yourself and this wouldn’t happen.”
He scoffed. “If that douchebag had kept his hands off you-”
“You can’t beat up every guy that touches me, Nick.” You gently blew at the cut, trying to take some of the sting out. “Could probably use a couple stitches. Or I can use the skin glue.”
“Wanna bet?”, he countered. His brown eyes looked at your through his lashes. You knew he was serious.
A raised brow and crossed arms let him know you were serious as well.
“Glue.”
He rested his hands on your hips after you got him fixed up and pulled you to him. “I’m sorry,” his voice muffled against your belly.
Breathing a heavy sigh you ran fingers through his soft curls. “I know you mean well, Nicky but you can’t go around starting brawls because some drunk frat kid hits on me. I can handle most situations myself.”
“Hey. He hit me first. I was just defending myself,” he said defensively. “Besides. You’re my fiancee.” He flashed his eyes to you. “I’d do anything to protect you.”
If you were being honest, I turned you on when he went all alpha male.
Nick’s slowly slid hands down your thighs while still looking up at you with those brown eyes that could make you do anything. His hands slipped under your dress, where Nick was pleased to find you not wearing any panties. “Forget something mi amor?”
“Must have left them in the car,” you informed him referring to your earlier encounter.
Nick rose suddenly, grasped your waist and lifted you onto the bathroom counter. He shoved your dress up exposing you and ran slid his fingers through your dripping folds. Nick slowly slipped two long fingers inside you. You gasped. “I think you like it. When I show my dominance,” he sneered and crushed his lips into yours as his fingers continued to plunge into your greedy pussy.
“Oh. Fuck Nicky. I do. It’s so damn sexy. Makes me so wet,” you groaned into his mouth. Your nails dug into his back. “Fill me up with that big cock,”
Nick grabbed your hair and pulled, not hard enough to hurt you. “You think you’re the boss here? I’ll fuck when I want. It just happens to be your lucky day. I’m taking requests.” He grinned then removed his fingers and released your hair. Nick grasped your hips pulling you closer to the edge of the counter.
You watched as he sprung free as he pushed his jeans and boxers off his hips. Your eyes shot up to his and you licked your lips. Lifting your legs, you wrapped them around his waist and pulled him to you. His cock twitched when you grasped it in your hand. You lined him up with your opening and he sank into you. Both of your groaned and you wrapped your arms around his neck
Nick gripped your hips and started rocking into you. “God baby. You always feel so good…ride my cock so hard.” Nick moved his hands to your lower back, pushing you harder and faster.
He hit in just the right spot, making your toes curl. “Oh, yeah. Fuck me. Harder. Please, Nicky,” you begged. It felt so unbelievably good. You knew you were going to cum hard. It was building, slowly spreading through your whole body.
Nick was close too. You could tell by the way his thrusts became jerkier and stuttered. “Y/N…I…oh God! Nick exclaimed as he emptied into you.
You clenched around him, your body was on fire, sounds were muted and you had your eyes locked with Nick’s. He thrust once more before he stilled. His forehead rested against yours. “I love you. I love you so much, carina,” Nick professed breathlessly.
“Hmmm…I love you too, Nick.” You softly kissed his lips. “How does your head feel?” Gently you touched the cut above his eye.
“I am so sorry. Deposition ran late. Some asshole fired his employee when he found out she was pregnant,” you said with a shake of your head. “You should have seen his face when I stood up and he saw this.” You pointed to your pregnant belly and raised an eyebrow.
“I can imagine,” Peter replied with a tight smile. His jaw was tense as he twirled the dark liquid in his glass. “As long as I’ve had this job there are still some things that knock the wind right out of me. Just when I think I’ve seen the worse one human can do to another, I get the rug pulled right out from under me.”
After you toed your shoes off you took a seat on the couch facing Peter. “That doesn’t sound good,” you said as you scooted closer to him. “What happened?”
Peter sighed. “It was the mother.”
“The mother? Oh my God, Peter. The kids and father that were murdered,” you gasped. “How did-I can’t even wrap my mind around that.”
“Yeah. Everyone is beside themselves. She admitted to killing all three of them. Said she did it because she didn’t want to see her kids suffer,” he informed you. “What kind of mother does that?”
The two of you sat in silence. Both lost in your own thoughts. Julian, Audra and now the twins were everything to you. A mother is supposed to protect her children, not hurt them. The thought made you sick to your stomach. And she killed her husband. Losing one of them was your worst nightmare.
The front door opening brought you out of your thoughts. Julian came bounding into the family room full of energy and excitement. “Mom! Dad!” He gave both of you a hug then settled in your lap. “We saw the tigers today and the polar bear made a big splash when he jumped into the water!”
Peter listened as Julian talked about the day at the zoo. He gave Julian a high five when he talked about petting a snake.
“Oh wow! I bet that was so cool!”, you joined in his enthusiasm. Your Dad followed behind carrying a sleeping Audra in his arms. “Thanks for taking them to the zoo today. Sounds like everyone had a good time. Where’s Mom?”
“It was our pleasure, darling,” your dad responded. “She’s waiting in the car. It wiped her out too.”
“Here. I’ll take her,” Peter said to your Dad as he stood from the couch.
Your Dad eyed the empty tumbler on the table then looked at you. The look you shot back told him not to start. He sighed and handed Audra over to Peter. “How have you been, Peter. Y/N said work has been keeping you on your toes,” he stated
“Fine. Thank you. Never a dull moment. Hope all is well with you.”. Peter’s response was terse. He left the room to lay Audra down. You doubted him and your father would ever like one another. They were cordial to one another but you knew it was all for your benefit.
Your Dad shook his head. “Well better get going.” He hugged Julian and kissed your cheek. “Love ya bug. Take care of him. He looks…worried.”
At first, you were shocked. He seemed genuinely concerned about Peter. “I will. Love you too Dad.”
There was just enough light from the bathroom to make out your faces. Peter watched as you and the kids slept. Julian and Audra were snuggled up together with your arm over both of them. His whole world. His reason for living. The love he had for his family was insurmountable.
“You coming to bed or just going to stand there all night?” You asked drowsily not opening your eyes.
Peter smiled then shut off the bathroom light. He slid into bed and kissed your temple, then the kids before getting comfortable. He put an arm over the kids, his hand rested on your hip. “Good night. I love you so, so much,” he whispered into the dark.
A/N This is smut from the beginning. But it’s Angel smut and it’s Angel smut that features those sexy rings and fingers so I’m not even sorry. I also describe one of the rings Angel wears. But I took some creative license because for the life of me I can’t find a really good picture of his rings. But I’ve stared at the one on his left hand long enough to make me think it looks like some kind of feathers? Am I crazy?
If you reblog please remember to give me credit! XOXO
Usually before bed every night Angel would slip his rings off those long fingers before dropping them on the dresser next to his wallet and loose change. But tonight he hadn’t bothered, he had come home late, found you in bed already. He hadn’t said a word, just gave you a dark look- one you knew so well- and grabbed your ankle dragging you down the bed, while you let out a surprised laugh that quickly turned to a moan.
Now here you were hours later, both of you finally naked, except for those stupid, glorious rings. If you had been even remotely coherent and not on the verge of your third orgasm of the night, you would have cursed yourself for buying him that large feathered ring he wore on his ring finger. Because it was bumping so deliciously against your clit as he worked his first three fingers into you.
He had started with his tongue, then moved onto his tongue and his fingers, and was now curling his long fingers inside of you to the point that you thought you were going to cry.
“Angel, please, please” you moaned, arching your chest against his. His leaned his head down and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. That’s what did it, what pushed you over.
“There it is” he said, pulling back to watch you come undone again. While you were still coming down he slipped his fingers out of you and came to lean over you.
“Angel,” you whispered, as he pushed into you. It was almost to much, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain. Why would you? It was too good, he was too good. Especially as he started rocking into you. In fact, he had you asking for more, to go harder. He gave you one of those killer smiles, and reached up placing one of those ringed hands around your throat. You tipped your head back and moaned as he increased the pressure of his hand just enough to have your body humming once again. You trusted him implicitly, he had never, would never hurt you.
It was the fingers- his fingers- it was the cold metal of his rings against your heated skin. It was the feeling of him inside of you. Your body tightened around him once again and he slowed to watch you. He released his hold on your neck and leaned down kissing you again.
“I love you” he said, against your lips.
“I love you, too Angel”
I just finished working out…. but I think I’ll go another round.
So I decided to write a cute little polyamorous story with Barba, Carisi, and Amaro in at least 5 parts. This is the start, where you meet them all! This whole thing is very self indulgent and I just hope other people like it as much as I liked writing it.
You’re Olivia’s nanny and stay for a squad dinner where you meet everyone and get a little flirty. Polyamory feels just starting.
I can’t do this. It’s just too much. I know I’ve let you down again big brother. Tell Y/N thank you for giving me yet another chance I didn’t deserve. Tell Beckett I love him but I just can’t be the father he needs right now. Not sure I ever will be. Beckett’s birth certificate and other important papers are in his diaper bag. I want you and Y/N to take custody of Beckett.
His signature appeared under with the date.
Peter read the letter. He frowned and furrowed his brow. “My wife’s friend is a great family law attorney. I’ll give her a call and figure out what you guys need to do next. I’ll be in touch.” Peter nodded then showed himself out.
“Son. I just don’t understand why you let him in again. Why you trusted him.” William stood in the living room. “This time he’s really messed up.”
Mike crossed his arms, his mouth was a thin line. “Wasn’t exactly my idea.” He shot a look at you.
“Don’t start again Mike. I know it’s all my fault. I’m too nice, too trusting, give people too many chances, which usually comes back to bite me in the ass. If he hadn’t been here, who knows where or with who he would have left Beckett with.” With your hands on your hips, you drew yourself taller. No way you were backing down. You feel angry tears threatening your resolve.
Anne stood beside you. “This is not Y/N’s fault. This rests solely on Matt. The only thing that matters right now is making sure that baby knows he is loved and will never be abandoned again.” Anne turned to you. “I’ll help you make some lunch. Maybe everyone will be a bit more amenable after they’ve eaten.”
William and Mike exchanged looks. Mike’s face softened and William looked at his feet.
“Right behind you, Anne.” You shook your head. “Both of you are unbelievable you know that. This is about Beckett, not me, not Matt or you William. This isn’t about placing blame if it is I’ll shoulder it. I’m a big girl because I know in my heart we did the right thing.” You started to follow Anne but turned back around. “Mike, you of all people should be thankful I’m forgiving and give multiple chances.” Mike gave you a wounded look as you went to the kitchen.
Later that evening after the kids had been given a bath and put to bed, you put on the tea kettle. While you waited for the kettle to heat up, you readied your mug with your tea bag and took the honey from the cabinet.
“Hey. Enough for two cups?” Mike shuffled into the kitchen. The two of you had barely talked to one another since earlier that afternoon.
“Yep.”
Mike hopped up to sit on the counter. “Hey. Stop for a second. Please look at me.” Mike took your hands and drew you to stand between his legs. “I’m sorry about this afternoon. I hate to see people take advantage of your good heart. I was angry but not with you. But I took my frustrations out on you and I apologize. ”
“ I do give people too many chances. I just, I saw Matt with Beckett and thought if anything can change a person, it’s becoming a parent.”
“You know one of the reasons I fell in love with you was your big heart and your ability to forgive. You always see the good in people.”
“I try.” You sighed heavily.
“We are here to discuss the matter of the minor child Beckett Sawyer Dodds, age three months. From statements, it looks like Matthew Dodds and his infant son began staying at the residence of Michael and Y/N Dodds on or about August 10. On October 13 he left without taking his son with him leaving a note requesting you and your wife take custody. Mother, Sarah Barnes, whereabouts are unknown.”
“That is correct your honor. The mother left shortly after Beckett was born and has made no contact since that time. Neither has Matthew, his whereabouts are also unknown. We request Beckett be placed in temporary custody ” The attorney that Peter introduced you to was amazing. She got an emergency hearing on Monday morning.
“I agree with the council. Sergeant Dodds. Mrs. Dodds. Do you agree to take temporary custody of said infant until any other family is found and if any other living relatives are not found, you are willing to take permanent custody?”
“Yes, your honor,” Mike responded.
Beckett was sleeping in your arms. “Yes, your honor. I agree.”
Judge Linden smiled. “We’ll schedule a permanent custody hearing at a later date. Barring any issues with home visits, which I don’t foresee, and if no other family members are found, you will be granted permanent custody at that time. Please see the court register. There are documents to sign. Good luck.”
“I can’t believe he’s a year old,” Mike held to a giggling Beckett who was covered in icing. Your home was filled with family and friends to celebrate his birthday.
The transition had been smooth. No other family members had come forward. Matt was in rehab in Mexico for the hundredth time and signed away rights. Sarah, Beckett’s mom had not been located. The adoption process was started three months ago and would be finalized next month.
“I know.” He had been such a delight. It was nice to have a baby in the house again. “I-uh-I’m going to refill the punch.”
Mike passed Beckett to Anne, who gave Mike a sad smile as you left the room. Mike watched you from the kitchen doorway. When you were unable to reach the extra punch bowl in the top cabinet, he easily passed it down to you.
“Thanks.”
He didn’t miss the tears that were in your eyes. “Hey. Talk to me.” He gently stopped your gait.
“I-I feel-,” you shook your head. “Nevermind. It’s not important.”
Mike brushed the tears from your cheeks. “It is important. Tell me. Please.”
“I-”
“Mom!” Isaac, Noah, and Julian came racing into the kitchen. “The girls just knocked down our castle.”
Cora, Jesse, and Audra were hot on their heels. “I not mean it!” Cora exclaimed through tears.
“You did it on purpose.” Isaac countered.
“Sorry,” Mike mouthed to you. “Okay. Everyone calm down. Out of the kitchen,” Mike said calmly and took charge of the situation. “We’ll talk tonight. Promise.”
“Sure,” you nodded and gave him a small smile.
“What a mess,” you muttered to yourself as you surveyed the damage after everyone had left. Paper plates, cups, and napkins were scattered around the house. Half ate cupcakes left behind, wrapping paper strewn around the room and balloons both inflated and flat rounded out the mess.
“Once the kids came down from their sugar high they crashed,” Mike said as he came into the family room. He passed you a hot cup of coffee, which you accepted gratefully. “Wow. Looks like a bomb went off in here.”
You chuckled. “Remind of today the next time I want to host a birthday party at home.” You sighed. “I guess I’ll grab some garbage bags so we can get started with the cleanup.”
Mike took your hand. “I thought we could talk. We got interrupted earlier.” Mike nodded to the couch. “Let’s sit,” Mike patted the seat beside him.
You placed your mug on the coffee table and wrapped your arms around yourself as you walked to the window. “I still struggle some days. Beckett and our baby would be close to the same age.” You swallowed the lump in your throat.
Mike rose from the couch and joined you at the window. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you against his chest. “I think about that too.”
“I love him so much. It’s just hard. I can’t imagine not having him. And that’s the other thing…” You took a steadying breath. “What if Matt or Sarah come back and try to take him. I know it sounds selfish but he’s ours, not theirs. These are the thoughts that keep me awake at night and that make hypervigilant when I’m out with the kids. The adoption isn’t final-”
Mike turned you in his arms and cupped your face in his hands. “Hey. I would never let that happen. There is no way they could get him back even if they tried. Sarah abandoned him one week after he was born, Matt three months and he signed away all parental rights. Both are addicts and have made no attempt to check on his well being.” He pulled you to his chest and kissed your temple.
You just let him hold you for a couple minutes. “Yeah. I know you’re right,” you finally acknowledged.
Mike pulled back and looked down at you. His brows shot up in surprise and he put a hand over his heart. “Did-did you say I’m right? I’ve dreamed of this day and it’s here. And it’s just as wonderful as I hoped.” Mike fell onto the couch in a faux faint.
“What am I going to do with you?Hmmm?”
He grabbed your hand and pulled on top of him. “I can.” He placed a kiss to your lips. “Think.” A kiss to your jaw. “Of a few.” Kiss to your neck. “Things.”
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