I snap open my eyes and ponder what the girls would think of me if they woke up to find a man I met today sleeping at the house already. I take the panties out of my mouth and say, “I think you should leave.” I am afraid of what I’ll do. I have to set an example for my girls. I want them to grow up and get out of this town and do great things, all the things I dreamed of doing but never did.
Like that big dream of one day signing books for legions of readers in a crowded room full of other women writers chasing their dreams.
The girls don’t have to become writers, but they ought to become something more than waitresses.
Reed bends forward, moving my body with his, and then slides my jeans back up and buttons them. He grabs my sweater and hands it to me, then lifts me off his lap to plop me next to him. Already, I miss the feel of his dick. It felt like nine inches of alpha male, and that’s pretty hard to give up. But I do what I have to do because my life isn’t only about me.
His bright blue eyes stare at me as if reading my mind.
Just when I think he won’t leave, he grabs the back of my head and kisses me so I can taste my pussy on his lips. He traps my wrists with one hand and slaps my breast with the other. Once, twice, three times. When I lean back, he follows, and now he’s on top of me.
I rip open his jeans and untuck his dick, getting it out of his pants.
Oh God, it’s wide and smooth and big, and I stroke him while Reed won’t take his mouth off mine. I’m annoyed my jeans are on and I can’t simply spread my legs and have him enter me. Cue images of his powerful body fucking me into oblivion. I stroke him faster, and he groans into my mouth, then pulls back to suck on my nipple, first the left, then the right.
He stands, then straddles my middle, picks up my breasts, and slides his dick between them. He’s not watching me. His eyes are glued to the movement of his dick as he slides up and down, but I’m watching him.
Long black eyelashes that match the color of his hair frame his big blue eyes that are laser focused on my breasts. His jaw keeps tightening and relaxing as if he’s struggling tocontrol himself, or maybe that’s something he does while he concentrates.
Reed is a beautiful man, and because I’m watching his face, I see the moment his head rests back, exposing his corded neck.
I lift my head and close my mouth over his dick and when he shoots cum at the back of my throat, I don’t mind swallowing it all because watching a man like this fall apart is amazing. His character is going into one of my books for sure. And for the first time in five years, I feel like writing again.
Reed stops coming, and I lick the cum left on the head of his penis, which makes him shudder. Now he’s looking down at me.
He smiles. “I’ll see you for breakfast.”
“I’m off tomorrow,” I lie again.
He stands and tucks himself inside his jeans. Commando. Where is that pitchfork I mentioned I’d guard my heart with? I need it!
He shrugs on his jacket. “You get a onetime ticket out of jail with me, and you used it tonight. The next time I come over, I’m spending the night. Make the necessary arrangements, tell the girls, your mother, the town, or the entire state for all I care that you’re taken. Do whatever you gotta do, because you’re mine, the girls are mine to protect, and that’s that. Are we clear?”
He puts force into those last words, and as if I’m on some sort of autopilot, I say, “Clear, sir.”
Reed closes the door behind him, and I stay on the couch with the taste of his cum in my mouth. And then what happens? I walk to my bedroom, open my laptop, and type,I almost kidnapped Rey straight out of her home, put her on my bike, and drove her to my house. That was how crazy I was when I first saw her smile.
And I don’t stop until my fingers cramp and the daylight coming through the lace curtains tells me I’m gonna regret thisspurt of writing madness in about two hours when I have to get up and go to work.
8
I’m up, showered, and shaved before anyone else so I don’t gotta wait for Senator, who takes five days in the bathroom just on his hair. Fucking rock-star renegade, with a briefcase instead of a guitar.
Quietly leaving the room, I see Dawson rolling out of bed. He’s wearing a pink G-string, and I wish I never saw his hairy ass.
We can’t go on like this. I can’t be seeing hairy asses in the morning. I need to see tits and smooth woman ass in a G-string, so I’m gonna report Dawson to the shrink so the shrink gets distracted and moves on to Dawson, who told me he scheduled our group therapy session for nine on a Monday. Dawson is trying to figure out if he’s bisexual. I think he is, and I want him to accept this about himself.
Outside, early in the morning, the winds blow full force, picking up branches and leaves and throwing them around like I’m gonna throw around the Suit’s limbs if he flirts with my kitten today at the diner. Of course I know she’s working today. She works every day besides Sunday. Senator dug up her schedule.
The image of me ripping off the Suit’s limbs makes me happy, and the bells jingling above my head as I enter the diner make me think of holidays with Tammy and the girls. I’m all smiles now.
My mood instantly sinks when I see the Suit is an early riser and looks like a billionaire playboy from Chicago even this early in the morning. Today, he’s wearing a black suit and a purple tie, making him stand out, but what stands out to me is my girl giggling as she chats with him.
The door closes behind me, and Tammy doesn’t even bother to look to see who entered the diner. Her friend, however, comes around the counter and bids me a good morning.
I nod, and her smile drops, likely because I’m looking homicidal.
“I’ll get you the menu, Reed.”
