Rebel At Heart

Chapter 14: Can't Believe He Really Did It

I woke up curled against Blake's chest. We were naked, tangled up in the sheets. Images from last night replayed in my head. His violent thrusts when he neared a climax, his reaction to the hand job I had given him, and my favorite, when he fell asleep on my boobs. He was currently still cupping one of my boobs. To be honest, it was the best thing ever. I snuggled closer to him and his hand started moving. He was murmuring against me, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. His hand started massaging my boob. I tried to move away from his hand but he just squeezed harder, working faster. His other hand lowered to my ass, pulling me against him. His rough hands on my smooth skin felt amazing. I just couldn't hold back. I started to moan. I felt the now familiar clench of an orgasm. Fuck. He was going to get me off while he slept. He was fingering my boobs while he slept! My whimpers got a little louder ever though I tried to stop them. God was this whole thing hot as hell. I tried to hold back but I couldn't. Thanks to Blake and his morning sleep fingering, I was now trembling against him, riding out an orgasm. The aftershocks of the first still had me trembling and he increased his pace. I heard him murmuring something about 'fucking me in the shower'. He was making his own quiet, hot noises as I climbed Climax Mountain. His fingers never stopped. I started to whimper louder. I wasn't trying to wake him up. It actually felt amazing.

Apparently, my whimpers woke him up.

"What the fuck?"

He didn't stop his hand yet, or realize that he was doing it. I reached the top of the 'mountain'. I didn't get the chance to warn him. I came again, burying my face in his shoulder to muffle the noise. I pressed myself against him, letting the aftershocks of my two orgasms ride through me. His hand had finally stopped.

"Did you just come?"

I started blushing uncontrollably. His face showed off confusion.

"Twice."

"You came twice?"

I nodded.

"From what?"

"Are you serious?"

"I'm totally clueless."

"You were fingering my breasts in your sleep!"

"I was?"

"Yes!"

He looked at my boobs and leaned closer. His lips brushed over them.

"Fingering these got you off?"

I nodded.

"It was better because I knew you were dreaming about me."

He shook his head just as my alarm sounded on my phone.

"Shit!"

I scrambled out of the bed, grabbing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from my drawer.

"What? Where are you going?"

"The person who adopted Andrew wanted to meet today. She wants him to at least know me even if he's clueless to the fact that I'm his mom. I'm meeting her at her house in a half hour."

"Really? What time is it?"

I grabbed my phone.

"Eleven thirty."

"We slept that long?"

"Yeah. I'll be back. It shouldn't take me more than an hour."

I didn't give him a chance to respond. I grabbed my car keys and headed in the direction the GPS told me to. I arrived at her house ten minutes early. I knocked at the door but I saw they were in the backyard. Her son was playing on the swings while she sat on a chair on the back porch. A baby cry filled the air.

"Why won't you shut up already?!"

She picked up the baby and then...

SHIT!

I ran as fast as I could over to her and grabbed him out of her hands.

"What the hell are you doing with my baby?!"

"You were about to shake him!"

"And? I shake them all the time to get them to shut up."

"You aren't supposed to shake a baby!"

"I want you off my property. You have no right to be here."

"Is his name Andrew?"

"Yes."

"Middle name Collin?"

"Yes. What is your point?"

"Is he five months? You adopted him when he was three weeks old, correct?"

"Yes. How the hell do you know all of this?"

"I'm his mom! How else would I know this?"

"Boston?"

I nodded.

"You weren't supposed to be here for another ten minutes! Dammit!"

She stormed into the house. I had to get Andrew out of here. I ran back to my car, getting ready to leave until I noticed I didn't have a baby seat. I wasn't going to let him get shaken and possibly killed here. I made the choice on my own as I climbed into the front seat with him in my arms. I heard his new mom shouting. I sped off, in the direction of the apartment.

As soon as I arrived, I ran in. Blake gave me a confused look as I carried a screaming child into the bedroom. I set Andrew on the bed and called the cops.

Once I was off the phone with them, Blake came in.

"Care to explain why a baby is on the bed?"

"His adoptive mom was trying to fucking shake him! She told me she does it multiple times to get them to shut up! Oh god Blake! What if he's hurt? I called the cops, they said they're on their way. What if she presses charges against me? I ran from her yard with him."

I picked Andrew off the bed and clutched him to me. I calmed him down and he started to fall asleep. Blake went to answer the knock at the door. Seconds later, two cops came into the room.

"Boston Richards?"

"Yes?"

One cop nodded to the other and he came over and took Andrew from my arms as the other cop approached with hand cuffs.

"You're under arrest for kidnapping a child."

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