Beau parks at the bottom of the stairs. I jump from the motorcycle before it’s even finished moving. I rush up the stairs with my helmet still on. Inside, I toss the helmet onto the couch as I run to Mia’s room. Familiar footsteps are following mine. Beau is right behind me. In the nursery, Arch
With the urgency waylaid for now, we move into the living room to be more comfortable. I have many questions, want many answers, but I’m struggling to know where even to start. It’s been a long night already, and I feel like it’s just getting started. First things first though, I ask to hold Mia.
“Eventually, we caught wise to her games. I tried to stay longest,” Neil says, because of course it’s him that did his best to appease his parents. “But eventually her behavior became so erratic, I couldn’t be sure, even if she personally called for me, that she actually wanted to see me.” The bea
After handing Mia to Steven, I chase Neil down the hallway to the front door. “You can’t mean to go out there,” I say. “These people aren’t your allies.” “Some of them are,” Neil says. “Our candidate has supporters here too.” No wonder a fight was about to break out then. “Neil.” “I apprec
I’m speechless for a long moment. Neil directs me away from the door. We take the long way through the Pyramid, avoiding the living room as we come to Neil’s bedroom door. He must want to speak privately. I still don’t know how to process what I’ve seen. I’m both impressed and mortified. Neil play
Neil wants me to ride him? Gods, my whole body jumps from about level ten horniness to max level horniness in the length of two small words. My panties are drenched. My nipples are aching, hard, pressing up into my bra. My mouth is salivating. My pupils are probably dilated. “What do you say?” Nei
Feeling the wet heat of his tongue push pull across my nipple has me throwing my head back. “Ah! Oh, Neil… Oh… Yes…!” His tongue is relentless, lapping and circling as he sucks and sucks. He kisses his way to the other nipple and lavishes it with the same attention. I comb my fingers throw his
It takes an embarrassingly long time for my brain to come online enough for me to even process what the hell he’s talking about. Move in… with him? In this room? Admittedly, the thought is incredibly tempting. Waking up every morning wrapped up in these strong arms would be fucking fantastic, fran