And then there was the poor old man who had fallen asleep behind the wheel—the cause for all of this.Nothing premeditated, nothing malicious.Just an unfortunate mishap that could have happened to any of us.But it’d resulted in something we would never forget.“I do have my hands full,” I finally replied. “But as long as I can see them both and be with them, that’s all that matters.”“Syd …”I continued to stare at my reflection, pulling the towel tighter around me. “Yes?”“Are you okay? I feel like no one’s asked you that question, nor have you even taken the time to think about what your answer would be. You’ve just been so focused on Eve and Ford.”I’d been in this bathroom for almost twenty minutes, making myself smell better than I had in days, and I hadn’t thought once about whether I was okay.I hadn’t even thought about myself.I’d thought about Ford and Eve.If they needed anything while I was gone.What I would do for them once I returned.“I don’t know,” I answered. “I th
“Fudge. Whatever the fudge that means.”I ran my hand across his beard. It had grown so much thicker; it hadn’t been groomed since the accident. “I don’t know what to say …”He pushed himself up and kissed me.“Ewww, Daddy! Enough smoochin’.”I laughed as we separated and said to Ford, “I love you.” And then I pressed my lips to Everly’s cheek and whispered, “I looove you.”Twenty-FiveFordI was just finishing a set of curls when Everly came running into my home gym, shouting, “Bye, Daaaddy!”Her hair, which was getting so long, bounced like the top of a mop, her glittery shoes squeaking across the rubber flooring.“No running.”She only slowed when she reached me. “Oopsie. Too late.” She raised her arms in the air.I placed the weights down and lifted her up, holding her against my chest, and noticed Sydney standing in the doorway. Her hand was wrapped around the handle of Eve’s pink suitcase. “Looks like you have everything packed for Mimi and Papa’s house.”“Yep.” She made a face
And now, I knew she’d done it on purpose.“It’s far past that.” I reached for her waist behind my head and guided her over until she was straddling the bench. As she went to sit on top of me, I stopped her and said, “No. Stand.”My grip lowered to the base of her pants.There would be too many steps involved for her to take them off.I didn’t want to wait.I needed her right now.I positioned my hands at the crotch of her stretch pants and pulled until the cotton ripped.“Ford!”“I’ll buy you ten more pairs.” I created a sizable hole and demanded, “Get over here. Sit on my fucking face.”She moved past my waist and up to my chest, stopping at my neck with only a few inches to go.I leaned up and placed my nose at the base of the hole I’d shredded, inhaling her scent. “Fuck me, Sydney.” Our eyes connected, and my mouth watered for her. “I need you.”Her fingers dived into my hair, pulling me toward her pussy as she took her final steps, closing the gap between us.The moment she was ov
This time, I only used my teeth.I scraped across the edge, pulling.Flicking.And right before I surrounded the back of her nipple, she increased her speed, causing me to moan, “Sydney.”She didn’t slow as I squeezed her or as I tried to stop her.She was taking what she wanted.At this moment, it was my cock, and she was fucking me like she wanted to come.Bringing me to that place I wouldn’t be able to return from.If I was going to fucking lose it, then so was she.I licked my fingers and reached down to the top of her clit, and while her pussy stroked me, I rubbed back and forth.“Yes!” she screamed, her hips bucking. “Yesss!”She was narrowing.She was getting even wetter.She was close again.I took one of her nipples into my mouth and released it, only to say, “Now, fuck me as hard as you can,” before I bit down on it. I let go of her waist and reared my hand back, slapping her across the ass. “That’s it, Sydney. Harder.”Her head fell back.Her pussy clenched around me, keepi
She didn’t question.She just trusted me.I led her a few paces into the ocean, so the waves crashed against our shins.My arm rested across her shoulders, hers wrapped around my waist as we walked. The height difference allowed me to press my lips into the top of her head.Inhaling her.Kissing her.“Paradise,” she said softly, her sound almost getting carried into the wind. “I can’t believe we have another week here.” She gazed up at me, smiling. “At first, I thought two weeks was a little much to be away from our girl. But you’re right; Bali can’t be done in just seven days.”I stopped moving, positioning her right where I needed her to be, and I held her chin, tilting it up.Lost in her eyes.Her presence.And then I kissed her.Just briefly.My lips brushing hers, my hand holding her steady.And when I pulled my mouth away, I glanced over Sydney’s shoulder, making sure she didn’t see what I did.The plan I’d put in place.The one I wanted to keep as a surprise for just a few more
FordI was woken by the sound of an alarm. It took me a few moments to shake the sleep from my head until I realized it was coming from my front gate—a notification that someone was at the call box, trying to get in. The only time the alarm ever went off in the middle of the night was if I invited a woman over. Her presence anticipated, my hands stripping off her clothes the moment she walked through my door, my lips devouring every inch of her skin before she reached my bedroom.But it was three in the morning, and I hadn’t invited anyone over.I sat up, turning on the bedside light, and grabbed the tablet from my nightstand, the screen showing a woman, wrapped in a dark coat, standing in front of my call box.I enlarged the camera feed, zooming in on her face.She was vaguely familiar, not enough that I could recall her name.“Hello?” I said into the speaker. “Can I help you?”“Ford … I need to talk to you.”I wasn’t surprised she knew my name. She was pressing the button on the me
My hands shook; my knees didn’t want to hold me up. “That was months ago, I assume. Yet you waited until now to show up. Why? I don’t fucking get it.” I took in the baby’s face, those chunky cheeks and plump, heart-shaped lips. “Why didn’t you tell me the second you found out you were pregnant, Rebecca? Why didn’t you tell me once you went to the doctor and had it confirmed? You’ve had forty weeks”—I sucked in some air—“forty goddamn weeks—and you’re here now? After?”Does she want money? Is that why she showed up out of nowhere?Is it something else?My thoughts weren’t straight.My head a cloudy mess of questions.My chest a steady, relentless ache.Rebecca pressed the baby against my stomach.I immediately reacted, cupping my arms beneath her, taking the weight of this small, precious bundle, holding her so carefully that I didn’t wake her.Rebecca took a step back and said, “The truth is, I never intended to tell you about her. I was just going to give her up for adoption, and you
“I don’t know what to do,” I told her. “I don’t know how to make you feel better. Until I can figure out what time it is and wake your grandma up and have her come over here, I need to somehow care for you.” I continued to look at her, hoping the answer would come to me. “Are you cold?” I closed the blanket, bunching it up to her neck. “Hungry?”I waited for the answer to hit me.For the realization of what I was actually holding and what my eyes were staring at.For a picture to form in my head of what my life was now going to look like versus the direction I'd believed it was going in.I didn’t know how long I stood there.Frozen.My feet should have been taking us inside, where it was warm, where I could go through the bag and see if there was something in there that could soothe her, see if Rebecca’s notes told me how to stop the baby’s crying.But they weren’t moving.For some reason … I was locked.My knees didn’t want to hold us anymore, and they started to bend until they hit