{ Farrow } "Hi, buddy... would you mind, I don't know, working?" Nico asks all of a sudden, coming from behind me. I roll my eyes and stop my set, "Because that would be really cool." "I'm not in shape enough to do my regular work," I remind him. My usual work is training the SQ, but I'm not qui
It's been worth it, but I have two more kids on the way, so I can't afford to let this go to shit. "Money wise, we're alright?" I ask Nico. I never look at the numbers because I frankly don't fucking get numbers at all, but I trust him one hundred percent. "More than alright. We already made up
"Hey, you," I murmur when I park in front of them, "Jump in, Bob. See you later, Hen-" "He's actually coming with us," Bobbie interrupts me and before I know it, the boy is climbing on my back seat, "He wants to watch me train." "Watch you?" I repeat, looking back at him. He's wearing another ca
I try my hardest to keep my mind busy the rest of the day, but the closer it gets to the time to go home, the more nervous I get. I don’t know what’s going to happen with Sky tonight, we’ve never had a fight like this, one that feels so real and raw. I don’t want to be the one to try to make a
Just a few minutes later Rocky comes home and I'm finally free to walk away and dwell on my despair. I go to the backyard and I try to connect with my wolf, to see if he wants to take the wheel for the night... he doesn't. He’s still depressed and rejected, dear god. Still, I need a break from r
Farrow might be impulsive and crass and a little bit of a brute, but I've never been bored when I'm with him. And I never feel like I don't belong or I have to put up an act to be with him. With Farrow, I’m free to be every bit of myself. Even the worst bits. So when we're driving back home, I
"It's time for you to leave, man. Now," Farrow lets out with a strained voice. I stop touching Cam immediately and take a big step back, but that doesn't stop Farrow from walking up to him until they're nose to nose. Or more like, Farrow's nose to Cam's forehead, "This is me being nice. You should f
He shuts his mouth before saying something he can't take back, but I'm still just staring at him in shock and disbelief. I get he's angry, but I would never expect this from him. Not him. And what was he going to call me? A slut? "And so fucking what?" I let out, anger making my stomach burn.
I go for the prize and press my thumb right where I think I should, the little bud on top. Bobbie's hips shoot up when I do that and she gasps, so I think I'm on the right track. I do it again. "Good?" I ask, licking my lips. I can’t believe I’m doing this and it’s kind of working. I knew I’d like
Henry makes a whimper and then I feel him completely flushed to my body. He's all in. "Oh god," he whimpers, "You okay?" I truly don't know. I just shrug, but I think he's really lost in how good this feels for him because he moves, pulling out just to slide in again. Then he does it again. H
"Holy fuck," Henry lets out, his voice going even deeper. I'm pulsating so much now, with his finger sliding over my pussy, then he retracts his fingers and lifts his hand in between us, "Holy fuck, Bobbie." So, the answer was yes. I'm wet. Very wet, according to his fingers. There's even some...
Into me. I move away to take his pants all the way off, then I sit on his thick thighs again and take off my dress. Now I'm in my underwear, sitting on my best friend. "What do you think?" I ask. He's just observing me in silence, his eyes focusing on my breasts, "I just said a lot about your bod
"Maybe awkward for a while, but we can just... promise we'll stop after this one time," he murmurs, "I promise I won't let a little bit of awkwardness ruin what we have." "Okay," I murmur, knowing I shouldn't just do this because a guy is asking. I wasn't planning on losing my virginity tonight, I
If I were drinking something right now, I would've sprayed it all over him in shock. But I just blink at him. "Think about it," he starts and sits up to look at me with that annoying fucking face and a hand up. Jeez, he's so annoying and always forcing me to think about shit I don't want to think a
And sometimes, I... I remember the way he kissed me that day. In my grandparents' basement. It was short but really good and after that, I've kissed two other boys. It didn't feel as good. "Ah! Holy fuck!" Henry exclaims when he opens his bedroom door and we see his friend Sam in Henry’s bed. The g
******* THREE YEARS AGO ******* { Bobbie, 16 years old } If my parents knew what I'm doing right now, they would make a huge deal out of it, just like the last time I did something like this. Sneaking out or lying about my whereabouts. My dad would go all crazy, yelling at me like a feral bea
I laugh, that sounds more like him. So different to me, even to this day. “Because who needs love, right?” I smirk at him. Henry shrugs. “What even is love and why do people think a spouse the only source of it?” He asks. Of course, always with his mental gymnastics, “You give me love. My parent