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Chapter 13 -Gary and Libby

*3 weeks later*

"Morning beautiful." Gary smiles from behind the breakfast bar as I pad into the kitchen on Sunday morning.
"What time is it?" I glance around for the microwave clock as I kneel down next to Ethan who is happily playing with a toy hammer in front of the ager.
"Mumma." He grins as he disgards the hammer and places his small hands against my lap, propping himself up.
"Hello baby boy." I coo, swinging the toddler into the air and then down onto my lap, before pulling him against my chest and blowing a kiss against his cheek. Ethan giggles happily and squirms under my hold.
"Here." Gary steps into us as he places a steaming cup of tea on the counter.
"Thank you." I smile thoughtfully as Ethan scuttles away over to his toy chest.
"I thought we could go up to my mums or something, for a couple of days?.." Gary suggests quietly, holding out a hand to help me to my feet.
"Sure." I shrug, "You mean like to- Ethan no, stop it!" I cut my sentence short and sprint over to the other end of the kitchen to the toddler climbing precariously onto the dinning chair. "Come on." I swing him into the air and onto my hip.
"B-but Mumma!" Ethan protests, his face reddening slightly. I raise my eyebrow.
"No."
"Mumma..." Ethan pouts again, pressing his face against my neck and curling his little fingers around the strap of my camisole.
"Come on..." I hush idly as i carry him through to the livingroom and place him into his playpen. Ethan turns immediatly to his collection of toys and the threat of tears is soon forgotten. Smiling to myself, i head back to Gary in the kitchen.

"Yeah, sorry." I shake my head as i slip onto the stool at the breakfast bar. "What were you saying? Going up to your Mums? Today?"
"Yeah." Gary shrugs in response, pulling down the sleves of his blue hoodie and twisting them around his hands. "I mean if you want to of course. I just thought we could use a break."
"Sure." I nod happily, "Are you sure it's okay with your Mum?"
"Absolutely fine." Gary grins. "Plus." He places a hand over my small bump. "We've got an announcement to make haven't we?"
"I suppose so." I giggle, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip and pulling Garys hands away from his hoodie. "Youll ruin it if you do that." I smille. "And its my favourite."
"Oh is it now?" Gary raises his eyebrow and his lips quirk into that god damn smirk. I nod silently in response  as Gary takes my hands and rests them against his firm thighs where i instinctivly flex my fingers against them. Gary raises his eyebrow again.
"I think it would look better on the floor though..."
"Oh you are smooth Mrs Barlow.." Gary grins as he stands, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet.
"Mm-h" I grin in response, snaking my arms around his neck and closing my teeth around his ear. Gary groans slowly in response as his hands slip down from my waist to my bum, his fingers squeezing gently. I move my lips across his stubbled cheek to his warm mouth as I kiss him gently.
"Lib.." Gary hisses. "Don't."
"Why not?" I grin as my fingers run down over his chest to the waistband of his pale chinos. Gary shakes his head rapidly in response, but doesn't answer.
"Do you still want me to stop?.." I bat my eyelashes slowly as I sink to my knees in front of him.
"Libby." Gary grunts again, placing his hands against the counter top behind him.
"Mm-h?" I smirk as my fingers play with the button of his chinos, my thumbs brushing across his hard bulge. Gently? J unfasten them and pull then down, along with his boxers, to his ankles, allowing his length to spring free.

"Libby." Gary groans a third time as I close my mouth around his ready wet tip.
"Mm-h?" I moan, my lips vibrating against his erection as his eyes roll backwards. As his breath hitches in his throat.
"Fuck.." Gary's voice comes out as a hoarse cry as I push him further into my mouth, sucking steadily and slowly, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft. "Oh shit Lib..." Gary moans and his voice clenches the muscles in my stomach to clench. "Like that..."
I simply smile around Gary's length as I take him further into my mouth, resting my hands against his hard, muscular thighs as I feel him harden between my lips, moving my head at a steady pace and watching Gary's knuckles turn white as he clenches the counter top.
"Oh fuck. Libby." He screws his eyes shut and his hands suddenly grasp the nape of my neck, pushing my mouth fully onto his length so he hits the back wall of my throat. I fight desperately to keep the gag reflexes at bay as Gary moans loudly and shoot his warm load into my mouth.
"Yes..." Gary hisses as he moves his hips against me. "Oh fuck..."
Before I have chance to answer, I'm being pulled quickly to my feet.
"God." Gary grins as he presses his lips against mine. "I love you."
"Mm-h" I grin back, "You taste good."
"Don't I always?"
                                                                 ***

"We'll just pull over and get a coffee then do the last leg okay?" Gary smiles as he pulls into a service station. I nod appreciatively in response, turning to check on Ethan who is flat out in his car seat in the back of the car.
"Yea, please. Is it hot in here or is it just me?" I fan my face with one hand as I unfasten my seatbelt.
"It's cause I'm here darling." Gary grins squeezing my knee as he turns off the ignition.
"Yea, cause!" I laugh in response, swinging the car door open and sliding out. "I mean you're just totally irresistible Ga-"
"SHIT, LIBBY!"

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