"Shit... This is that Dela?" The guy who spoke earlier shoots out his hand for me to take. "I'm Andrew Starcher," he glances over his shoulder, nodding at another guy. "And the quiet, moody one is Nathan. Jake is the happy one, and Mark is his brother. We are on the hockey team and old friends with
Lionel My eyes skim over the pumpkins for sale, and a smile stretches over my face. I love Halloween. Dela and I are at a farm to pick a pumpkin we will carve into a candle holder. It's tradition, and we are doing it. Dela sighs from her seat. "You should have told me we were coming here before
Her hand falls from the handle and lands in her lap. "Yeah, I haven't been feeling like myself. But can you blame me? First, Jason moved away, and my regular bantering with him stopped... Then it was Danielle who backstabbed me, and I began to question who I am, you know?" "Oh, but if you were lost
"Don't call me baby when this is all your fault!" I laugh at that, amused. "My fault, huh?" She pouts at me while I take off her high heels. "Yeah... Stupid Lionel chasing me into the field." My lips quirk up higher when I grab her foot. "I like your glittery pink nail polish. Very cute." Dela's
Dela I hate to admit it, but there is something incredibly sexy with Lionel running up the stairs to our apartment while holding me. He is slightly out of breath, yet not stopping. "Woah, Woah, Woah!" I whistle lowly at him. "What is the rush? It's not like we are in a hurry to get up the stairs!
Lionel is a man whose body is a work of art. I wet my lips. "However I want?" "Yes..." Lionel's voice is huskier now. He must have realized how I'm looking at him, and his cock has noticed too. It's rock-hard over his navel, slapping his lower abs. Big and beautiful. Angry with veins. "Climb up o
A moan slices up my throat, and I bend forward, grabbing his pecs while arching my back. Every tiny hair moves to stand on the edge of my body as I take him deeper. "Not so fast, Dela," Lionel's eyes are open again, and his large palms are on my burning skin. He hushes me when I cry out. "Slower b
Dela I giggle from the passenger seat. "Why are you looking so pale, Lionel? Are you really that nervous about seeing my brother?" Lionel gulps while driving up to my nana's place. It's a white house with a picket fence. Many families live here, and the area is expensive, but Jason pays the rent