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August 15, 2017 - 2AM

Sugar is eight weeks pregnant and she has a surprise for an overworked Miles, but the night takes an unexpected turn. 

Mood Music: F' It Up by Tank (There are two ways you can f*ck something up.)

 




Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.


 

A warm August breeze licked at Sugar as she eased out of her car, shutting the door behind her. She walked up to the Salty Marine’s entrance door and used her own key to unlock it before slipping inside. With a twist of a lock to secure the door, she journeyed across the darkened restaurant and carefully through the swinging double doors that led into a shut-down kitchen, quickly plucking off her high heels to conceal her arrival. The manager’s office door was ajar, a slither of bright light from within casted a slant on the tiled kitchen floor as she tiptoed closer and closer to it. Biting her bottom lip, she stopped in front of the door and peeked through the door’s crack with a prying eye. Inside the office, Miles was hard at work, shifting between piles of paperwork and his computer as he inputted data into a management software.

His shoulders were hunched over and looked tense. His jaw was tightly clenched. An concentrated look of annoyance and determination were etched onto his handsome bearded face. His hands were busied themselves. His stormy gray eyes hidden by a pair of reading glasses she had never seen before.

He looked like he needed a distraction.

He looked like he needed her.

Finally deciding to make herself known, she widened the door to make her entrance.

He looked up from his task, arching an eyebrow at her arrival before he took a gander at his wristwatch and frowned. “Why aren’t you at home in bed? It’s late.”

“I didn’t know I had a curfew,” she teased.

His face softened. “You should be in bed restin’, honey. Not drivin’ here in the middle of the night to see what I’m up to.”

Sugar rolled her eyes with a heavy sigh. “I’m not tired, Miles, and there’s nothing wrong with coming here and seeing how things were going.”

She put her heels down on the floor before she approached his desk barefoot. “These last few days you’ve been swamped with work and have been very stressed. You don’t get home until three in the morning. You barely sleep four hours and then you’re back at it again.”

Miles ran his fingers through his hair, sighing tiredly. “Staff has been callin’ out left and right for this reason and that. Donna’s out of the country for her daughter’s destination weddin’ to the Bahamas. Gizzard is at home recoverin’ from his foot surgery. I can only ask Ethan to do so much ‘cause he’s a single dad with a four-year-old son. I’ve got to do schedulin’, payroll, inventory, and orderin’ supply stock. You know how it goes, darlin’. I don’t have time to play around when I gotta handle business.”

Sugar nodded as she rounded his desk. “Of course, I do. I, also, know that a wise man once told me that play isn’t as expensive luxury as one may think.”

He rolled his office chair back just enough for her to wedge herself between him and his desk and push aside his stacked paperwork to make a cozy spot for her ass. Hopping onto his desk, a playful air about her smile. He leaned back in his seat with an slightly amused look on his face, arching an eyebrow as he no doubt wondered about her intentions.

“I have a present for you,” she admitted.

His eyebrow cocked higher. “Is that so?”

She nodded once more, her smile widening. “Mm hm, but you have to unwrap it first.”

“Pray tell, how am I supposed to unwrap this present exactly?”

Dressed in a knee-length forest green button-down dress, she brought her slender fingers up to the first button fixtured at the top of the garment’s neckline and freed it. “Just like so,” she spoke, popping free the next button before she finished her demonstration. “Think you can manage that?”

Seeming more intrigued by the prospect of unwrapping his present, a grin spread across his lips. “I’ll have a go at it.”

“Atta boy,” she encouraged with a suggestive wink.

He wheeled himself closer to her, situating himself between in between her thighs parted wide for him. Unhurriedly, he unbuttoned her dress, unveiling her simple black bra and her torso bit by bit. She bit her bottom lip as she giggled as his eyebrows shot upward in surprise as he uncovered her stomach, which had a square white envelope taped there. Curiosity got the best of him and he reached for it, but she swatted his hand away.

“You’re not finished unbuttoning me,” she reminded him teasingly.

His grin widened more, a twinge of excitement and eagerness gleaming his gray eyes as he undid the last five buttons. Her dress now undone, parted, and loose. Having followed her instructions, he carefully retrieved the taped envelope from her belly and turned it over in his hands, peeling back its lip before he pulled out a glossy monochromatic photo.

His smile evaporated as he looked at the picture in his hands—as the realization hit him.

“Fuck, honey,” he cursed, his eyes darting up to her face. “That was today?

“Well, it was supposed to be on Friday, but I got a call yesterday saying there that was a cancellation and if I wanted to move up my 8-week checkup to today. I knew you had your hands full at the restaurant, so I decided to surprise you,” she admitted before she paused, waving her hands. “So, surprise!”

Miles flickered his eyes back to the ultrasound of their baby—a bean-shape floating around a black circle. He was quiet as he stared at it. His expression was unreadable to her. It wasn’t the reaction she had expected.

She asked hesitantly, “Are you…mad that I went without you?”

He shook his head. “Naw, honey. It ain’t like that at all. I’m just in awe that we made a little person that’s got a little bit of us in ‘em. A little person that’s got the best of the two of us in ‘em.”

Then, he kissed the ultrasound gently. “This is the best damn present I could ask for. Thank you, Sugar.”

“You deserve it, Miles,” she assured. “No need to thank me. In fact, I should be thanking you.”

His eyebrows shot upward once again at her statement and he placed the ultrasound by his computer for a makeshift safe spot. A temptress smile curled onto her lips as she lifted her right foot and gently put it onto his chest, using her strength to push him backwards—making his office chair roll backwards until it bumped against the short bookcase behind him lined with framed photos and figurines, which wiggled a little from the force.

“You’ve done so much for me. You’ve taught me so much. You’ve taught me how to stand up for myself and how to be selfish. You’ve given me another chance at motherhood. Being with you has been the best thing that has happened to me. Before you, I didn’t think I was worthy of love, affection, and attention. You’ve done all of this without expecting a single thank you. So, tonight is the night I’m going to show you all the ways I can show you all thankful I am,” she said.

Sugar slipped off the desk, shrugging off her undone button-down dress before she went to him, situating herself in between his parted thighs. She leaned down to trailed kisses from his forehead and down the slope of his nose before she claimed his lips with fervor as she dominated his tongue with flicks and twirls of hers. He voiced his enjoyment with a groan that rumbled in his throat and chest. When she broke the kiss, he leaned forward in pursuit as an attempt to capture her mouth, but she shook her head and planted a hand on his chest, shoving him to sit back.

“Uh-uh,” she vocalized, wagging her finger at him. “Stay right there.”

His gray eyes stared her down heatedly, burning with want and desire, but he ran his tongue across his teeth and obeyed her command. His gaze followed her every move as she descended into a knelt position on the floor and reached for the silver buckle of his belt, undoing it while her eyes remained trained on his face. She popped out his jeans’ button and dragged down the zipper slowly, wanting to intensify the anticipation that electrified the air. She pressed her palm’s heel against his crotch, feeling his need for her swell within his jeans.

“I think you need help breaking free,” she said, chuckling for a moment as she reached inside his jeans and through the keyhole of his boxer-briefs to grasp his hardening cock that was hot in her palm. As promised, she freed him.

“Is that better, baby,” she asked.

He returned gruffly, “Much.”

She leaned in to drag her tongue along the length of him, trailing the tip of it along a bulging vein, her eyes never leaving his face. His eyelids fluttered shut at the little bit of attention she was giving him. She kissed his mushroom head before she twirled her tongue around it in a savoring way. He exhaled through his mouth, cocking his head back against the plush cushion of his office chair while his hands gripped the armrests. Finally, she took him into her mouth slowly before she gradually worked herself into an unhurried rhythm, sucking him off and caressing him with her tongue. As her head bobbled up and down, she reached for one of his hands and brought it upon the top of her head, her expressive eyes giving him permission to take control. Miles crept his fingers through her dark tresses before his grip tightened, using subtle strength to guide her.

“Mm,” she moaned on his cock.

Their eyes remained locked on each other, their gazes unfaltering as she pleased her man. She knew he loved. His breath quickened a little, his chest showing her proof. Him biting his bottom lip hard was her proof. His hand grasping tighter and tighter on her hair was her proof. His hips rocking upward slightly to drive himself a little further into her eager mouth was her proof.

She drifted him out of her mouth and lapped at the underside of his cock leisurely, tasting him all the way to a sensitive spot just underneath his head and teasing that spot. She giggled as his whole body shuddered.

“You love it when I do that, Miles,” she asked, her hot breath fanning against his cock slick with her spit. She pampered that sensitive place once more with deep flicks, which made him let out a lengthy groan.

“Yes, darlin’,” he breathed after. “I fuckin’ love that.”

Smiling, she awarded him by taking him back into her mouth, turning its up a notch by sucking him hard, bobbing her head faster, and jacking him off with her hand.

When he was close, he spoke breathlessly with a twinge of desperation, “Just like that, honey. Just…like…that.”

Not wanting to disappoint him, she did as she was told and pleased him, her rhythm sloppy and raw as she yearned to make him cum. His gray eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body quivered as he held onto her bobbing head, expressing his pleasure with a shouted profanity as he came. She was rewarded with spurts of saltiness as he emptied his seed into her awaiting mouth. She swallowed every single drop until he finished. His grip went slack on her hair and she took that as a sign that her work was done. Pulling back her head, his cock plopped out of her mouth and onto his belly, limp and glistening with her saliva.

“Thank you, Miles,” she whispered, kissing his knees tenderly.

“I’m finna fuck the shit out of you, girl.” It was a threat, which sent a shockwave straight to her clit. His hand found some strength, tugging her hair to tilt her chin up at him.

“You hear what I’m tellin’ you?”

“Yes, Miles.”

“Good. Now while I charge back up, come sit your ass on my lap,” he ordered as he put himself back into his jeans.

Sugar rose off the floor and turned her backside towards him, a pair of black panties hugging her assets. He patted his lap and she sat down, gasping as he took ahold of her hips and yank her further up before he grabbed her thighs one at a time from behind, piloting her legs to spread them wide over his thighs. Her breath hitched as he propped his bearded chin on her shoulder while one of his hands slid down the length of her body, boldly slithering past her pantyline and dipping his digits into her wetness. She leaned her head back, squeezing her eyes shut as he sunk two digits inside her.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he fucked her with his fingers, curling them deep to caress her G-spot with rough rubs, which he found with ease. Now, it was his turn to tease and taunt her and he began by his reign by chuckling throatily for a moment.

“Mm, that’s the spot, ain’t it, darlin’?”

She squealed brokenly in the back of her throat, nodding her head.

Oooh,” he sung tauntingly. “I like that cute little sound you just made. Let me if I can get you to make it again.”

He recreated his efforts and in moments, a sharper version of her first squeal filled the air. With his other hand, he brushed a bra strap off her shoulder and kissed the bare skin there with grinning lips, tugging that bra cup down to possessively palm her breast.

“Sounds even better the second time ‘round,” he said. “Now, what do good girls say when someone does somethin’ nice for them?”

“Thank you,” she whispered so softly out of breath, it sounded almost like a sigh.

He toyed with her. “I’m sorry, honey. What was that?”

“Thank you, Miles,” she spoke a little louder.

“Such good manners,” he purred. “Now, let’s give some attention to a neglected little friend of ours. What do you think, sweetheart?”

He didn’t wait for her answer as he eased his fingers out of her and brought them to her clit, running his fingertips over it in an up-and-down. Her shoulders jerked and quivered as she cried out as pleasure rippled through her.

“Now, what do you say, baby girl?”

She replied in a shaky voice, “Thank you, Miles.”

“You gave me the courtesy of pullin’ and tuggin’ at your hair while you tasted me. You gave me control. So, I’ll return the courtesy,” he spoke huskily. “Now—”

Sugar cut him off. “Thank you, Miles.”

Once again, he chuckled darkly, pleased with her answer.

“Mm, slid your hand inside your panties right on top of mine,” he commanded smoothly as he continued to toy with her clit in which she reached down and followed his instructions, resting her smaller hand atop of his large one, her fingers shadowing his. “Go on now. Show me how you like it.”

She moved her index finger and middle finger from side-to-side hastily and he followed her lead.

Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, swaying her hips in his lap as she steadily spiraled out of control. He caught her earlobe with his teeth and drew it into his mouth, sucking it as an added incentive to cum for him. He went off the script and plunged his fingers back inside of her, pampering her G-spot once more with desperate, hungry strokes. It was just enough to send her soaring as she let out a broken raspy scream as an intense orgasm slammed into her full force.

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He took her on the office floor behind his desk. His weight pined her down onto the ground as he laid atop of her. Sugar’s jaw dropped, and she tightened an arm around his neck, cupping the back of his head as he moved inside of her in even calm strokes like they both had all the time in the world to live in this moment, rocking and rolling his hips like he knew best. Loving her like he knew how. His face was buried into the crook of her neck. Her other set of fingernails dug deep into his tattooed back, holding on tight as if she would lose herself if she didn’t.

Through the fog of her mind, she had somehow noticed a persistent noise.

Was that a train horn?

“Miles,” she whispered airily. “Someone’s calling you.”

He ignored her along with the train-horn ringtone of his cellphone lying somewhere on his desk and kept handling his business.

However, thinking maybe he might not have heard her, she spoke once more, “Miles, your phone is ringing.”

“I’m givin’ you all I got right now, honey, and I much prefer doin’ this than answerin’ that,” he stated gruffly.

“Bu—uuuuh!” she attempted to protest, but he interjected by punctuating his statement of indifference by rearing his hips back and punishing her with a single deep, sharp thrust that stretched her partial answer into a startled cry of pleasure. Her fingernails bit harder into his muscular back, her legs contracting around his waist as a proper reaction.

Then the ringing stopped.

“See? All that worryin’ for nothin’,” he purred in her ear as he stroked her outer thigh sensually. “Now, you gonna pay attention to me now or do I gotta pull another trick out the bag?”

He took it upon himself to change their position, hooking his arms underneath the crook of her knees and bearing his weight forward, pining her thighs against her belly as he fucked her with slow deep thrusts that felt more intense than the last time. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and a loud gasp tumbled from her lips.

Now, she was paying attention to him again.

She had no choice.

He was demanding it.

A symphony of sounds filled the office. The raw smacking of wet flesh against wet flesh. His breathless pants and deep grunts when her pussy squeezed him just right. Her moans and cries from the attention he was giving her.

…and the blaring train-horn ringtone.

“M—” Another incomplete statement followed by another scream as he took things up a few notches, pounding into her like he was trying to prove a point and it paid off as they came near simultaneously. She outdid him by a few seconds, her pussy squeezing him in tight pulses put him over the edge.

As they laid there spent with burning lungs fighting for breath, the train-honk rang again.

“Fuck,” he snapped at the ringing phone as if he were sick of it taunting him. “Alright, al-fuckin-right!

He untangled their limbs and rose to his knees, reaching for the irksome device and took a much-needed deep breath through his nostrils before he answered as calmly as he could as he still struggled to catch his breath. “What is it?”

Sugar observed him, noting his body language and how his demeanor changed as whoever called told him something he hadn’t been prepared for. His shoulders straightened. His face etched in a surprised confusion. He ran his fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair, gripping a fistful at the roots.

“I’ll be there,” he stated before he hung up the phone and sat back on his ass, staring at the phone as if it had been betrayed him in someway.

“What’s wrong,” she asked worriedly, propping herself up on her elbows. “Who was that?”

He didn’t answer right away.

“My mother.”

Sugar blinked in utter shock. “What? What did she want?”

Miles stared off in the distance, his mind entirely elsewhere as if he were taking a bitter trip down memory lane. “My father’s in the hospital.”

“Oh, Miles,” she gasped. “What happened?”

“He had a heart attack,” he answered in a lackluster tone as he tossed the phone back onto the desk. “We’re headin’ to Louisiana a week early.”

Sugar frowned, watching as he stood up to put his clothes back on. “Don’t sound so disappointed, Miles.”

She rose to her feet as well, eyeing the phone for a long moment. Curiosity got the best of her and she picked it up, looking at his call log. The last three calls were from Clara, his mother. She jerked her eyes to him as the realization hit her.

“You knew it was her? Is that why you were so eager to keep fucking on your office floor,” Sugar growled. “Seriously, Miles?”

“It ain’t as simple as you think it is,” he returned as he stepped into his jeans.

“I think it’s pretty dry cut. You ignore your mother’s calls when it could have been an emergency like say, your father having a goddamn heart attack,” she shouted.

“Believe me when I say they’d be gettin’ a taste of their own medicine,” he replied sardonically as he did up his jeans.

Sugar jerked her head back at that reply—at his audacity. “Are you listenin’ to yourself, Miles? I thought you said you had ‘made peace’ with your past. If you did, you are sure as fuck not acting like it!”

He dragged his hand over his beard and taking a deep exhale through his nostrils. “We’re goin’ to see the both of ‘em. Alright? That’s all that matters right now.”

“At a time like this, you need to put your differences aside with—”

Miles snapped at her, sharp and icy. “Sugar, don't tell me what I should or should not do when it comes to my goddamn parents, alright? Now, let it the fuck go.”

His tone was a harsh cold bucket of water on her head and it jolted her senses unforgivingly. Her heart raced violently in her chest and out of instinct, she took two steps back.

He closed his eyes, trying to control his emotions.

His voice dulled to a softer grade, almost pleading. “The last thing I want is the two of ‘em to get between us.”

“One of them is in the hospital from a heart attack,” she reminded.

“That’s what happens when you spend your life causin’ nothin’ but heartache,” Miles replied bitterly.

Sugar slipped back on her undergarments before shrugged on her button-down dress, popping the buttons back in. “Take the higher road, Miles.”

“Naw, honey. I’m gonna be petty as fuck when it comes to this,” he returned.

“Fine,” she huffed. “I’m going to bed.”

He took a gander at her toes, lifting his tired gaze until they settled on her face. “Am I in the doghouse now?”

“Not at all. In fact, you’ve got the whole house yourself. I’ll be at Sully’s house to cool off,” she assured saucily as she marched around the desk to retrieve her heels.

“Don’t be like that, darlin’,” he said as he trailed after her, wrapping his strong arms around her waist and pulling her smaller body close. “Come on, Sugar. Ain’t no need to do that.”

He kissed her neck tenderly. “You know I don’t sleep well without you.”

She almost melted in his arms—against his lips.

Almost.

“Sounds like you need to invest in a teddy bear, Miles,” she retorted as she broke free from his arms, grabbed her things, and escaped his office, wanting to get away from the salty Marine and the Salty Marine as quickly as possible.  

 

 






Chapter End Notes:

It's like an inspiration bug has hit me or something. Three updates in like a week and I plan to start writing the next chapter today! I like time-skipping sometimes. It shows a lot of growth. 

Now, we have about 7-8 more chapters. This Louisiana debacle may be 2-3. I am not quite sure. It depends on how the characters behave and when Papa Thibodeau and Miles Thibodeau get in the same room who the hell knows what's gonna happen, LMAO. 

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