"...amazing you still have a job," Kenny said as Scott entered the kitchen. I didn't catch the rest of it because my brain stopped working for a moment there when I saw Scott enter the room."Good morning to you too, Ken," said Scott, stifling a yawn. "Yes, I called work and told them I had an emergency. It's all good."Yup, the emergency being getting me off. Scott's gaze fell on me. He looked tired. Did he have trouble sleeping too last night? All I could see when I looked at him now was him between my legs doing unspeakable things to me in the gentlest way any man had ever treated me. He was the perfect combination of gentle and assertive, making the experience surprisingly hot. No, stop thinking that. I looked away from Scott and gulped. Calm down, calm down, I chanted to myself. "Good morning, Stace," said Scott, briefly laying his hand on my shoulder in passing.I reflexively shrugged my shoulder out of his grasp, then cringed. A little too late to run from his touch now. A l
And that was when I knew exactly what I wanted. I didn't want to get past anything. I wanted more. "Sure," I said anyway, watching him enter the room. I was undressing him with my eyes, so I looked down. He sat down on the bed, gingerly getting in next to me. "You sure this is okay?" he asked, turning his head to me. The last time he asked me that, I let him stick it to me. Fuck, my head was dirty. "Yup. Totally fine," I said, his scent now hitting my nostrils harder. What would he think if I told him I was wet for him? And getting more so by the second. Like the first night, he turned his back on me. "Goodnight, Stace," he said, turning the lamp on his side off. I licked my lips, rubbing my thighs together to create friction."Goodnight Scottie," I said, willing myself to fall asleep. When we woke up the next morning, I was wrapped tightly in his arms. I almost jumped out of my skin when I realized that he was already awake. He was watching me sleep."Going to tell me why it
"Hell, Stace," he said, breathing hard, as I dropped to my knees. He watched me intently as I pulled the towel apart and let it drop. "I thought you were mad at me," he said, his head falling back against the door as I licked the tip of his dick. "I will be if you don't fuck me silly," I said, feeding inch after inch into my mouth. He stood there helplessly, watching me suck his dick. "This is such a bad idea," he said, but he was already wrapping my hair around his fingers and turning it into a fist. "Shit that feels so good though," he said, guiding my head up and down his shaft. This was not the Scott who took me to bed just a few days ago. He was rough and demanding, taking an active role in fucking my face. "Do you know how hard it is to concentrate on anything when I see you everywhere?" he almost yelled at me, holding my head in place as he forced his dick down my throat. "I think about how I should have fucked you while you were on your hands and knees. That's why we bar
"Jason Segel kills in this role," said Kenny with a chuckle, truly the biggest fan since Segel's How I Met Your Mother days. "Of course, we all know the greatest actor on Shrinking is—" Marlene began. Kenny jumped out of his seat next to her and said with a goofy smile, "The icon, the legend—" Marlene lit up when we all collectively chimed in, "Harrison Ford."It was one of those moments where nothing funny really happened, but you laughed anyway. Nice, Marlene. Getting up to speed on a show to meet the friends equals mega girlfriend points. The doorbell rang and Kenny rose to his feet again, clearly a nervous ball of energy. "Food. I'll get it," he said, speeding out of the living room. "I better go and help," said Marlene, following him out. It's been a month since the wake. I haven't really thought about Jenny or my mom much, on account of all the sneaking around Scott and I have been doing. I had this theory that surely by now Kenny must know and it wasn't necessary anymore
Chinese is here," said Kenny, setting the food down on the table. Scott and I reached for the bag at the same time. My hand brushed up against his and we looked at each other. "Hey Stacy, I forgot to tell you. There's a bachelor apartment available two floors up, in case you're interested. You and Scott must be falling all over each other in his room," said Kenny, reaching for the bag when neither Scott nor I moved to open it. "You have no idea," I mumbled under my breath. Scott heard me and I watched him suppress a grin. "What was that?" Kenny asked, offering everyone their food."Don't be ridiculous. Couples should live together. I'm sure they're making it work," said Marlene, raising her chopsticks to an oblivious Kenny's mouth. Did she just lowkey ask him to move in together after dating for only a month? Not sure if I respected that or was suddenly wary of this chick. Then again, how was I any better? I moved in with a guy who takes me out all the time, just the two of us, b
"No," said Kenny, looking at Scott and I.By now I was leaning against Scott and he was kissing my forehead. "No, because I would know. I live with them," said Kenny, trying to laugh it off. "They're not—" Kenny turned to Marlene, seeking confirmation. She nodded her head at him. Then he turned back to us, bewildered, seeking confirmation once again. "See you at home, Ken," said Scott, taking my hand and rushing me out of the restaurant. We made it out into the parking lot and back to the car without a word passing between us. Scott opened the door of the backseat and finally said, "Get in."The tension of the questions I had asked him lingered between us. I felt too much like crying to argue and just went with it. He got in next to me and closed the door. "You're not moving out," he said pointedly. "Why the hell not?" I asked. "I came to New York for a normal life. What we're doing isn't normal, Scott.""I'm going to sound like an asshole, but I don't want you to be my girlfrien
Another five months later… "There he is. My engaged best friend," I said, going in for a hug the moment Kenny reached the bar. "First you move out and now this. They grow up so fast. Congratulations, Ken. We miss you back at the apartment.""No you don't," said Kenny, returning my hug before sitting next to me at the bar. "No we don't, but Stacy said I had to say so. She says hi and congratulations. We're really happy for you and Marlene. So when's the big day?" I asked, excited for my friend. "I don't know yet. It just happened. When I do though, you'll be the first to know as my best man," Kenny said, flying high. He was so happy, it was absolutely infectious. "Don't people traditionally ask if someone wants to be their best man instead of just assuming?" I said with a laugh. "I don't care. I put up with you and Stacy making eyes at each other for the last five months every morning. And that wasn't even the worst of it. I was the last to find out about you two. You owe me. You'
I stopped by a street vendor on my way home to pick up a bouquet of Water Lilies, her favorite flowers. Excitement and anticipation flooded my senses, the world seeming brighter and more colorful. I was in such a hurry to get to her that when I finally made it to our apartment building, I took the stairs two at a time to get to our floor faster. "I'm home. Kenny says hi," I called out, my voice dying in my throat as I stepped through the door. At my feet was the start of a trail of rose petals, leading through the kitchen and into the living room. I followed it with a stupid smile on my face. The living room was flooded with burning candles. There, in the middle of it all, stood my girl in nothing but a black two piece lingerie set. "Happy six months," she said, her hands behind her back, her tell that she was nervous. "My life rocks," I said, running my fingers through my hair as I made my way to her, flowers in hand. She let out a string of giggles. "You like?" she asked, accep
"They'll fall in line. They have to. I didn't work this hard to take down Don Angelo just to hand him over to the feds," a hot headed Luca insisted, his judgment clouded by his desire for vengeance. "You and Jen Jen are just going to have to trust me." "I don't understand why you think we need him. We have the full force of the FBI behind us. Let him go get himself killed if he wants to. We can find them ourselves," said Jeff, his stupid pride clouding his judgment. "Like you found me after I walked out of a hotel right under your agents' noses? Even knowing where I was, you couldn't get onto Cattaneo property. He has intel. Access. Connections. Things you don't have. If I have to choose between the two of you, I will pick him," I spat back at Jeff, getting pissed off at their narrow mindedness. This had Luca grinning back at Jeff smugly in the rearview mirror. My baby was in danger. The one thing I swore to myself she would never be again and these idiots had me sitting in a car
"You can't go in there. They won't side with you. Not with Don Angelo on the loose. They will cower at my father's feet. Walking in there is suicide," said Jenny's voice through the phone. "She's right," said Jeff, the mere sound of his voice setting Luca off. "What the fuck were you thinking, bringing a fed with you?" Luca asked, glaring at me. There I was, in a car with the next Don Angelo and Jeff. They didn't trust each other and I didn't trust them. It was the perfect storm. To bring Stacy home though, I was willing to use everything and everyone at my disposal. The real surprise wasn't Luca getting pissed at me for bringing Jeff. It was Jeff getting in Luca's car in the first place. "He's not just a fed anymore. He's the director of the FBI," I said, to Jeff's surprise. "What? Did you think you were in this car because I wanted to bond with you? I keep tabs on you too, Jeff. I know your promotion to director came directly after Don Angelo's arrest. New job. Must be a l
Breaking out into a run, I hastily made my way to the bathroom with Jeff and the others following behind me. When I got to the door, what was left of my composure slipped away from me. The corpses of the men who had been watching her for weeks as she took her exams laid on the floor, stacked onto each other in front of the door. The women screamed when they saw the bodies. "Don't look," said Kenny, ushering the women away from the scene. I beat Jeff through the bathroom door, stepping over the bodies. We kicked open stall doors, but they were all empty. "Fuck," a ugly scream let loose from my throat. I started pacing and dragging my fingers through my hair. No. No. No. She was gone. She was fucking gone and it was all my fault. I never should have let her out of my sight tonight. Luca warned me I was endangering her, but I just had to know better. I was so sure Don Angelo would never do anything to hurt her because I knew I never would. I thought we were the same, at lea
Unlike the nosy assholes Luca stuck me with, Stacy's bodyguards always gave her space as a sign of respect, so she wouldn't have to explain their presence. They were nearby whenever she set foot out of the house though. When she went to campus for her exams or to study at the library and even when our clandestine meetings started, they'd be nearby. When she went to lunch today, they sat two tables away until I picked her up. Then they followed us to the gallery. It was constant and honestly somewhat annoying, especially when we met with the sole purpose of fucking, but we got over it pretty quickly. Now I relied on the relief knowing they were with her gave me. "Because the two of you started associating with Luca Cattaneo. I wanted to see where it went," Jeff answered frankly, watching me panic as I started walking away from him. "Where is she, Scott?" "I'd be mad that you were having me investigated, except you're lying Jeff. I'm your son. Of course I took crazy precautions to m
"Don't take it personally. You're not the problem, buddy. It's your face and your general body and all around personality and the way women react to all those things. Just a few more months of this until you're married. No one is derailing this marriage," said Kenny. If I wasn't so ticked off at the implication that I'd even want my dick in someone other than Stacy, I'd be touched. Kenny really was rooting for us in his own way. They all were. Making certain to present me to a man this time, Kenny and Marlene walked me straight into the beginning of the end of my joy. "Hey, Agent Brady. Crap," Kenny said, belatedly finding out that the man in question was Jeff.If my boner wasn't already dead, Jeff's presence would have done it. "Hey Kenneth. Scott. Marlene, right?" said Jeff, holding out his hand to Marlene to shake. A confused Marlene accepted his handshake and said, "Have we—" "Scott's socials are flooded by your wedding
Not even all the blood from my brain flooding my dick allowed me to forget that I was still offended about being accused of cheating on my dream girl. "What he means is he's so happy you're all here," said Stacy, beaming from ear to ear as we were surrounded by our loved ones. "Ken, you and Marlene get Scott. Willow and I need to take Stacy to get some air. Goodness, you're red in the face," said my concerned mom, inevitably making my girlfriend blush more.I did a quick check to see if being surrounded by our loved ones helped. How could it though when she gave me bedroom eyes? Yup, still hard. "Happy for you, dork. You did good tonight and with Stacy too," Willow said, kissing me on my cheek before she left to join them. "So the ring is a go? Is the design ready?" Marlene asked, taking my arm and gently steering me towards someone looking at one of my unsold photos. I tried to listen to her and Kenny, but even from al
But the damage was already done. When she tried to pull away, now blushing again, I let her know about my problem by pressing my hard on into her back. She bit her lower lip again, but a muffled moan came out of her anyway. "Distract me," I said, trying to control myself. Was it even possible to have a boner that she gave me go away without one of her holes or her hands being involved? "Well you can't never sell a photo and I'm not going anywhere, so you'll just have to suck it up. In fact, you would probably sell more photos if you didn't spend all your time hiding out with me," she said, her voice shaky and uneven. "First you're jealous of a thumbs up and me knowing someone's name, who I worked with by the way, and now you want to get rid of me? Damn, talk about hot and cold," I said, resisting the urge to dry hump her ass as my hands moved impatiently about her middle and I laid a chaste kiss on her neck. "You do know no one knows who the photographer is, right?" Kenny a
"That was a good day," she said, smiling serenely. "You know it's love when you let someone bury you in the sand. One of us clearly loves the other more," I said with a snort. "I don't know what you're complaining about. So I didn't let you bury me in the sand. I let you fuck me in a cave after we went swimming. Way better," she said with a grin. "We both know that was to satisfy your selfish, horny pussy, baby. Once your mouth was on mine, you got so horny I was convinced I'd fuck you in the sea," I said, making her blush. "I hope you're happy. Now you'll never get to say you fucked me in the sea," she said with the cutest little pout. "Unlike you, I don't talk about how we fuck unless it's with you," I admonished her for what I stumbled on this afternoon. "You're such a bad girl. What dirty secrets would you have told them if I hadn't come to your defense?" She probably wouldn't find this very sexy, so I didn't tell her I would never risk her getting an infection ju
"What the fuck was that?" Stacy hissed, her nostrils flaring after the gallery owner's assistant gave me a thumbs up. "You were there three hours ago while I eye fucked you in front of your friends, right?" I said, reminding her how besotted I was with her. "I did not hear an answer to my question. Does she have a thing for you?" she asked, her icy blues clouding over with malice. Would my baby finally believe it didn't matter who looked my way if the woman wasn't her after I put a ring on her finger? Or would she glare at women like that for the rest of our lives? Either was fine with me. I'd spend forever drowning her in love anyway. True to her word, Stacy was by my side all night long. I knew I wasn't being subtle. I brought up marriage so much that at this point, I wouldn't be surprised if she proposed to me before I could get down on one knee just to shut me up. I was so happy for us and how far we'd come that I couldn't help it. Nothing in the whole world was goin