When I hear the elevator door close and I know I'm alone I go to her door. Before I can reach it, Terrence flings it open and is rushing out to jump in my arms."Benny, what's going to happen? Why were they here? What did that woman say? They can't take you to jail, can they?"She peppers me with questions as she kisses my face and my hands go to her ass."It's okay, sweets. Calm down," I soothe as I squeeze her and rub her against my cock. It calms me down just as much as her, and after a few quick rubs and she's purring in my arms."I got so scared," she says as her lips finds mine.I taste her tongue and I growl as I back her up into her apartment. I kick the door closed behind us before I push her against it and reach between us. I'm fucking dying for her again already and I hope she's not too sore. When my cock is free I tug her little shorts to the side and sink into her juicy heat. She's soaked for it and I groan as I thrust in and out a few inches, careful not to give her too
One year later..."Sweets, maybe you should sit down," Benny says from behind me as I throw another dress over my head trying to find something that fits. I've been in this closet for twenty minutes now and I swear there is nothing to wear."I can't sit down. I have to get ready." I turn to look at him. He's holding our puppy Mac. Benny got me him for Christmas. The dog thinks he's a lap dog, but in the short time we've had him it's easy to tell that dog will outweigh me soon enough. I'm pretty sure that was the point. Benny wanted a guard dog for the house. He's been training the puppy since we got the cute thing. He uses the dog to find me sometimes. He'll take Mac to find me and that pup does within seconds. I even tried hiding a few times and he still found me.He wouldn't need a dog to find me if this house wasn't so big. I'm not complaining, though, because we've got plans to fill it up. We've already started.My hand goes to my round baby bump that has our little girl in it. I
Five years later...I smile at my phone when I see the picture Terrence's mom texted me moments ago. In it our baby girl, who's not a baby so much anymore, is smiling big. She sits in the middle of a pile of stuffed animals overflowing her bed. All of them are ones her mama designed over the years. The one inspired by our little girl is in her hands. Adalyn holds the stuffed animal up, showing it off in the picture. It's the reason we're here.I put my arm around my wife's chair, leaning over to show her the picture her mom sent. She's babysitting our little girl and two boys while we have a date night. It isn't any regular date night though. No, tonight my beautiful little wife is receiving an award for the work she did for the Love Toy Company.Neither of us knew when she was crafting the stuffed doll that looked like Adalyn how big it would be. It initiated a whole new line for the company. From books to snacks, even an app. It was wild seeing all the designs my wife made come to l
What happens when your extreme carelessness brings you love?Everybody knows Dasha Evans as a klutz, sluggish, dull girl, and overtime, she's come to accept such a flawed perception of her. Yes, she's careless, and this has cost her a lot of things. But this time, it almost costs her what she holds most dearly to her heart.Her life.Rescued by two towering, smoky-hot firefighters, Dasha is confused by the attraction that brews between her and them. What's even more shocking, she can't decide who's the right one for her — Clement is fleeting and just her dream sugar daddy type, while Nicholas is flirtatious, but with a super caring side as well.But what if there's no right 'one' for her?What if her soulmate isn't one, but two? Who makes the rules that guide love anyway?Fuck em'.------------Prologue - Dasha.Smoke is everywhere.What’s going on? It seems like I fell asleep one minute ago in my bedroom, surrounded by familiarity and the scent of my pumpkin candle. Did I blow it out
A week goes by in a blur. For the first two days, I’m in the hospital, recovering from smoke inhalation. My aunt and cousins arrive to take care of the funeral arrangements, dropping flowers off in my hospital room, crying into tissues. People visit. Voices, facial features, comforting touches all feel the same.I don’t know how to feel. Sad, yes. Lonely? That’s really nothing new. My father was increasingly absent leading up to the fire, coming home late at night, leaving before I woke. The meager time we spent together, he seemed nervous, chain smoking in our backyard while I watched television or did housework. We weren’t close even before my mother left, but we respected each other. He cared about me in his own way and made an effort on my birthday and Christmas. My father wasn’t a bad man, he just didn’t know how to be a dad.Laughter echoes in my head every time I close my eyes now. Did someone want to hurt my father? Was there something he didn’t tell me?In the hospital, every
My fist pounds the steering wheel at the sight of Dasha climbing out the window, oxygen seeming to fill my lungs for the first time since she left the hospital. She’s beautiful beyond words, with her white-blonde hair and big, green eyes, moving with grace and innocence, especially in the simple nightshirt she wears. I didn’t want the aunt to take her—she belongs with me—but I had no choice. People tend to frown on a forty-year-old confirmed bachelor moving an eighteen-year-old girl into his house.Hell, they should frown on it. I shouldn’t be dreaming of my hands slowly parting her knees and kissing her pretty pink underwear top to bottom while she squirms. She’s been through a trauma, for the love of God. Lost her father. I have no right wanting to take a dead man’s place as Dasha’s provider…and more.A lot more.I married young and divorced just as fast. My ex-wife didn’t want to be dominated…and hell, I was only half interested in dominating her. Since then, my only relationship h
God. Damn.As an ex-Army brat, I’ve been all over this planet—from Tokyo to Russia to the Florida damn Keys—and I can confirm, there’s nothing hotter or sweeter than Dasha. The night I swore to be her protector, I deleted every female’s number on my contact list. I’m done. Not looking any further. She’s everything I was too young and too wild to know even existed. When I look back at my life, it’s just a sea of faces that changed every time I moved. Even my own parents had faded right into that sea, seeing as how they booted me out when I turned eighteen. I don’t know a commitment from a hole in the wall. But the first time I laid eyes on Dasha, I knew I wouldn’t budge from her side until this world stopped turning.I’ve held her and guarded her as she slept. She’s looked up at me like I’m her superhero. And if it means I have to kidnap, steal and murder, I’m not letting her get away. This girl is mine for life.If this old fucker Clement would take a hint, I could bring Dasha back to
I expected it to take a little more convincing, but once I issued the ultimatum, Clement and Nicholas nodded—stiffly, of course—and boosted me back into the house so I could pack my bags and leave a goodbye note for my aunt. It’s a cop out. I really should speak to her face to face. But my father put distance between him and his sister, same way he created a divide between us, so she’ll probably be relieved not to have a virtual stranger in her house anymore. Most of my things are either smoke damaged or in storage now, so it didn’t take long to collect my meager wardrobe, my fashion portfolio and school books.We flipped a coin to decide whose truck I would ride in—Clement won—and after a silent but charged ride, we’ve arrived at Clement’s house.As I walk up the stone path leading to the front door, flanked by Clement and Nicholas, the spontaneity of what I’m doing begins to hit me. I’ve just snuck out of my aunt’s house to be with men I’ve only known a week. I’ve been living with m