She cried out as their bodies slammed together, his cock lodged deeper and deeper each time. When she began moaning his name over and over, he thrust his other thumb into her asshole, fucking her with both while he drove his hips forward.
“I’m … Stone!”
She came, her pussy milking his dick, stealing his breath and his release without warning. He slammed into her, feeling the tight pulse of her asshole on his thumbs as he filled her.
“Don’t move,” he warned, slowly pulling out of her ass.
As soon as he did, she flopped forward with a sigh. “That was…”
“Incredible? Amazing?” He laughed. “Only the beginning?”
She peered back at him over her shoulder, her smile blinding. “Idefinitelylike the way your mind works.”
“Remember that when you’re beggin’ for mercy next time.”
Thirty
Thursday, February 8, 2024
On Thursday night, Stone found himself atDonovan’s, his mind still drifting back to the night he spent with Stevie. He hadn’t seen her since she left for work yesterday morning, but he’d talked to her a few times via text message. Both of them. His exchanges with Nico were becoming more frequent, as though the night Stevie had stayed at Stone’s was a turning point for all of them.
He would’ve preferred to be at their house tonight, but he had an ulterior motive for seeking out his brother. Yeah, he enjoyed the time he got to spend with Donovan, but he was looking for business advice. And since Donovan had the experience that came with creating and building a successful business, Stone knew his input would be invaluable.
So here he was, drinking a beer while Donovan skimmed the business proposal on his laptop. Stone tried not to read too much into his facial expressions, but he couldn’t help it. His future was riding on his successful presentation of this to his aunt and uncle. Considering Lorrie and Curtis had a wealth of nieces and nephews who would likely jump at the opportunity to do what Stone was trying to do, he refused to half-ass it.
“This is good,” Donovan finally said as he sat up and reached for his beer. “You sure you didn’t take a business class or two in college?”
“I didn’t go to college.”
“I know. Maybe you should have. You’ve got a knack for it.”
“For what?” Stone snorted. “For puttin’ together a PowerPoint presentation?”
“This is more than that,” Donovan countered, pointing at the screen. “The numbers tell a story, Stone. They outline the potential and this… I’m impressed. Really.”
Stone felt a sense of pride swell in his chest, but he played it off. “That’s the easy part. The hard part’s gonna be gettin’ this thing off the ground.”
“Maybe.” Donovan leaned back in his chair. “Looks to me like you’ve got it mapped out pretty well.”
“I’ve had a lot of time to think about it.”
“So what’re you waitin’ for? Why not take it to them now?”
“I’ve gotta get the green light from their boys.”
“Ah.” Donovan tipped his beer bottle to his lips. “How’s that goin’?”
“Travis, Sawyer, and Kaleb are good with it. I’m meetin’ with Braydon, Brendon, and Ethan next week.”
“I can’t imagine they’ll have a problem with it.”
Stone hoped not, but he wasn’t assuming anything at this point. He was prepared to put in the work, and if that meant convincing them that this was the right thing, he was willing.
“That leaves Zane,” Donovan noted. “What’s he say about it all?”
“He hasn’t called me back.”
Donovan frowned. “You try again?”
