He deserves to know he’s his dad, and I’m sick of hiding the truth. Whether he knows it or not, he’d be a great father - he already is. “I have to go to work for a few hours. I have a lot of meetings today. You need anything while I’m out?” You. ...
I jump out of the bed, and my head slams into an overhead bunk I didn’t know was there. “Fuck. I wish I had been invincible,” I grouse, and I hear chuckling from the back room as Clay walks in. “Where the fuck are we?” I huff. &nb...
I smile when I see pictures of Devin and I dispersed around the room. It looks as though he got to this place as well, and I’m glad he did. I sigh as I plop down on the sad, cheap couch in my cramped living room, and I realize I’ve been thoroughly spoiled. This apartment...
Without making a sound, I run my hand through the feather-soft strands of dark, almost black hair. Mmm. I could picture my hands staying here. His hand on my ass gets tighter, and he pulls me closer, making my throbbing center beg for more. I'm almost in need right now. ...