My balls were punishing me for not letting my dick get its way, but my balls would have to be patient. This wasn’t a race, or a shag to brag to my friends about. This was the real thing. Something I’d been unintentionally searching for all my life. Realizing that was like discovering I’d been living with a set of blinders—impairing not only my vision, but every God-given sensation. When I locked my eyes on her at the wedding last week, something clicked—and it wasn’t just a dick rumbling awareness. It was something I’d never experienced before; something I couldn’t possibly pass up because of pride or uncertainty. Going for my best friend’s stepdaughter and a girl who wasn’t exactly on my sister’s favorite-person-list was definitely not ideal. But none of that mattered now. What had once been a hankering of curiosity was now a full blown relationship with feelings, rearranged plans, and talks of a future. One fucking week. Seven stinking days was all it took for me to realize everything I’d been missing out on.
What do You think about Freeing Destiny (Fate #2)?
