And she didn’t do a damn thing to stop him.
It was fucking bullshit.
Complete bullshit.
He’d given her good dick.
Made her come at least twice.
But Kyra still went the fuck out with that asshole.
Not him. The other one.
The one trying to get down her fucking pants. To get access to a pussy that was Zeke’s.
She might deny it.
But it was.
All his.
From the first time they were together until now. The only gap being when she disappeared and popped out his kid, the boy sitting on the couch next to him eating popcorn.
Popcorn he’d grab by the tiny fistful and try to shove all of it into his mouth at once. Most ended up on his pajamas, the couch, and floor. The dog was inhaling every crumb wherever they landed. Thunder was a very effective four-legged vacuum.
At least the Shepherd wasn’t eatinghimthis time.
But one thing Zeke noticed was that the dog hardly took her eyes off his son. And for that, he could forgive Thunder for biting him because that meant if anyone else tried to mess with his kid, they’d be introduced to those big teeth, too.
A smile spread across his face.
Zeke paused the animated movie about a girl rabbit who became a fucking pig. Not the oink, oink kind, but the badge-wearing kind. The cartoon was calledZootopiaor some such shit.
His kid needed to watch more appropriate shows. LikeSons of Anarchy.
Zeke side-eyed Ledger. “Like that Glen guy?” When, with a mouthful of the salty snack, his son nodded, that smile deflated. “What d’ya like ‘bout him?”
“He’s nice.”
“What’s nice ‘bout him?”
Ledger shrugged and drove his hand back into the popcorn bowl. “Gave me cotton candy.”
What the fuck? “You think anyone buyin’ you cotton candy is nice?”
His kid nodded like his noggin weighed a shit-ton.
Apparently, kids were damn easy to buy off. “Think I’m nice?”
When Ledger turned his head and looked at him, it was like staring into a goddamn mirror. Except Ledger was a pint-sized version.
And wearing pajamas with cartoon cars all over it. He needed to get his boy his very own cut. Denim, of course, with theProperty of Troublerockers on the back.
Zeke really needed to tell Ledger about who he was. He was so fucking done with this “let’s take it slow so he doesn’t get confused” shit.
No, bringing some other motherfucker into his life who wasn’t his father would be confusing.
“Think I’m nice, right?” Zeke asked again.
