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Spence," he says as he lifts his brown eyes to meet mine. "You still make it hard to breathe." "And you," I say, swallowing as I try to rein in my overeager heart, "are still the same old charmer you always were.
Those ties...those ties are forever, and I never wanted to be connected to any other person so permanently. Forever was always meant for you and me, Spence.
My mouth crashes onto hers, and as our bodies sway in time to the music, our tongues dance to a rhythm that's all their own. Spencer tastes of liquor and spearmint gum. She smells like heaven.
I find blow jobs to be highly respectable. In fact, I can't think of many things I respect more than your lips around my cock.
through the screen door I find all three of my boys throwing a ball around the yard with Cooper. My heart bursts in my chest. Just explodes. It physically hurts to feel so much all at once. It's like I'm staring at a movie of what my life - our life - could have been.
Fuck. I don't remember her being so scary. She's got those momma eyes down to a T, yet, somehow...on her, they are hot as hell. The term M.I.L.F. now makes all the sense in the world.
I want the strings. I want the ball and fucking chain. I want to be so tied to you that you can't ever slip away from me again.
that kid may not carry my DNA, but by God, I don't care. I love that little shit like my own and I want to be his daddy.
I want to rip the rest of those buttons open and climb him like a monkey in a banana tree. Oh God, what I would do with his banana...
Soft touches turn frantic. Gentle kisses become bruising. Rapid breaths progress to sensual moans. I allow the moment to completely take me; getting lost in the way her body responds to mine.
He's so fucking unconventionally perfect. I don't know whether I want to kick him in the balls or lick his face.
for a moment, I stand in the doorway, watching the steady rise and fall of their chests. I listen to the gentle hum of their breaths and I wonder when my little babies started to turn into men. And I pray. I pray that my boys will be good men. That they will know how to treat the women in their lives, and more than anything, I pray to God that they will be good fathers, despite the fact that they've had no one to show them how.
