He frowned, the grooves between his brows deepening as if every word she said was a blow. “I-I didn’t know. I should have thought or realized or…been less selfish. I know saying I’m sorry doesn’t make up for everything I’ve done to you, but it’s all I have to offer. Well, that and my promise—as a man, as a father. I’ll never leave you high and dry again. I want to be a part of Hallie’s life. And I know you have no reason to believe me. Just give me a chance. Let me take you two to dinner.”Did he understand what he was asking? “Cash, she’ll be six months old tomorrow.”“Yeah.”Tessa tried not to roll her eyes. “You don’t know anything about babies, do you?”He had the good grace to grimace. “No.”“She doesn’t eat solid food yet.”“Oh. Do you, um”—he pointed vaguely at her breasts—“feed her yourself?”“She’s on bottles now.” Another fact that crushed Tessa. But with so much stress, not to mention the upheaval in her schedule with Hallie going to daycare, it was no surprise. She couldn’
Weeks passed, and shit went from bad to worse.Zy knew he’d been an ass, so a few days ago he’d decided to swallow his pride and apologize to Tessa. He owed her that since she probably thought he blamed her for ending them. He had for ten minutes—long enough to behave like a douche and call Madison. More than anything, he’d been frustrated that Tessa had signed her contract without talking to him. He’d been on the verge of spitting out an impulsive idea that they move in together. It had made perfect sense in the moment. She could quit and stay home with Hallie. He made enough to support them both. They could be a family.Dream on, buddy.After her experience with Cash, what were the odds she wanted to depend on any man, much less commit to one she’d never even kissed?In fairness, to be with her, he could have quit himself. He would have found another job eventually, though not in his field. He’d had choices, but he hadn’t been thinking that day about anything except his fucking hear
She was dating this douche again? “Bullshit. She has a restraining order against you.” “She did,” he admits. “She lifted it a few weeks ago. You know, when I moved in.” He was living with Tessa? That had to be a lie. If it wasn’t… Just the thought of this slime cohabitating made his blood boil. “I don’t believe you.” He reached into his pocket and produced a jingling ring, singling out one shiny key in particular. “This is mine. I moved in almost two weeks ago.” He leaned in. “And unlike you, pal, I’m not sleeping on the sofa.” Zy had to muster all his will not to lay waste to the motherfucker right here, right now. Cash laughed. “You should see your face. You’ve got it bad for her. Back in March, you wanted to do more to her body than guard it, but you never did. And now she’s mine again.” He dropped his voice. “In case you were wondering, we fuck. All. The. Time. She’s a lady in the kitchen but a total whore in the bedroom. And I’m here for it.” That did it. Zy was going to pu
“Yeah. To be honest, if anyone had asked me which of the five of us was the mole, I would have put my money on Walker.”“Same.”“If he was secretly working for the cartel, they did a really good job of beating the shit out of him and making it look good. I believed it one hundred percent.”Zy guessed it was possible, but Occam’s razor suggested that the simplest solution was usually the right one. If he applied that principle to this situation, One-Mile was being held against his will, and he would fucking die if they didn’t do something soon.“Joaquin also suggested it was possible that Montilla had the jump on our information because we’d been hacked.”Trees turned to him. “You know…maybe. On Tuesday, the day before we left, they had some guy in the office they’d borrowed from Jack Cole and Deke Trenton over at Oracle. Um…he had an unusual name. Stone, that’s it. Apparently, he’s a hacker. After a little digging, I found out he did time for it, too.” He frowned. “Anyway, Logan told
Tessa sent them all a tight, professional smile before she bustled away to order a dozen egg, bacon, and potato burritos from the Mexican food place down the street everyone loved.The flurry of activity continued all morning, and a few hours later, she was awaiting a call about the delivery of the subs she’d ordered for lunch when her desk phone rang.“EM Security Management, this is Tessa. How may I direct your call?”“Tessa, this is your…stepmother, Kathleen.”She’d never heard the woman’s voice, but a glance at the display told her the woman was calling from her dad’s number.Something was wrong.“What’s happened?”“Your father had a heart attack this morning. About an hour ago. They’re stabilizing him now. He’d want you to know.”“How serious is it?”“I don’t know yet.”Tessa wanted to ask a million questions at the same time she wanted to scream. If this woman hadn’t been trying to cut communication between her and her dad since they’d gotten married, she might have known from t
Tessa hoped her house was still standing when she got there, but she was too tired to care about it—or him—right now.Finally, she wedged herself and all her crap toward the plane’s narrow exit, pausing to pick up the stroller from the attendant so she could set Hallie down and stash her gear.As she crossed the mostly empty terminal, it felt like a ghost town. She’d never seen the wide-open space with virtually no one filling it. All the restaurants were closed, the shops shuttered. Then again, it was after ten p.m. Hers was the last arriving flight today, thanks to her connection from Dallas being delayed. Night had fallen long ago. Darkness pressed in through the windows, making everything in her world seem bleak.Hallie fussed, wanting to get out of the stroller and move around. The baby was also tired and hungry, and Tessa didn’t blame her. She simply didn’t have a way to deal with her daughter’s unhappiness until they got home.Finally, she made her way to the bag claim, scannin
“Fine by me. Anytime I don’t have to schlep Zy around is a good time,” Trees joked. “He’s a terrible backseat driver.”“Because I’m better behind the wheel,” Zy bantered, then cupped her shoulder. “I’m happy to take you two ladies home.”After a little more small talk, Trees followed the colonel out one door. Zy carried all her luggage while she pushed the stroller out to the parking lot through another. With a little direction from her, he installed Hallie’s car seat on the bench between them and got underway.“Thanks for doing this.”“You don’t need to keep thanking me.” He pulled out of the parking spot and got in line to pay the attendant. Once they’d left the airport, he turned back to her, the sharp angles of his face an interesting play of illumination and shadows as they drove past streetlights. “Tell me what sounds good. You want a burger?”Honestly, she couldn’t even think about food right now.Tessa shook her head. “I’ll be fine. I just need to get Hallie fed, changed, and
I love you, too, baby.He kissed her forehead. That was as close as he dared let his mouth near hers. Besides, she didn’t need sex right now. She needed to rest in safety, in comfort, so she could escape and heal and rejuvenate.“It’s almost midnight. Why don’t you try to get some sleep?”“Because if I close my eyes, when I open them again, it will be morning. It will be time for me to go. And I don’t want to…”Jesus, she was killing him. Honestly, he didn’t want her to go, either. They still had over a thousand days before they wouldn’t be fired for giving in to their feelings. Yes, he was counting. “You can stay as long as you want.”“Thanks, but I don’t want to be a—”“Don’t say burden.”Her lips curled into a crooked grin. “Or you’ll spank me? Now that you clued me in, I can picture all of our bosses being that kind of guy.”It was probably a good thing that the tequila had her thoughts hopping from one subject to the next. If not, he probably would have asked her to move in and f
"I couldn't do it," she whimpered in abject misery. "I couldn't do it. I'm so sorry I couldn't do it.""Shhh," I shushed her soothingly. "I know you tried your best."Bleary eyed, she turned to look up at me. "If I did, would it change the way you feel about me?"I gave her a reassuring smile and began to say the same thing I'd said to her last night. "I told you: I won't love you any le-"I stopped as I was suddenly seized with the sense that I was about to make a huge mistake. I remembered what Sam had said to me the last time I'd said those words, complaining that I wasn't listening.But I was listening now, and I realized that last night I'd gotten everything backwards. So instead, I tilted her face to look up at me and stated evenly, "Deep-throating me isn't going to make me love you more. I don't need you to do something like that... or even have sex with me... to try and make me think of you as 'my favorite'. You can't buy my love with a blowjob. I care a great deal about you a
I arched an eyebrow. "Never really thought of myself as 'gorgeous'.""Why do you think we've all been rubbing ourselves all over you for the past few years? It's not because you're ugly." Sam reached up and traced my cheek with her fingertips. "It's in your eyes, really. The intensity of your stare when you look at us with such... heat."I started to look at her with heat in my eyes, thinking about all the things I'd done to her last night... Thinking of all the things I could be doing to her right now. But I took a deep breath and forced myself to once again be patient, to think rationally instead of hormonally."But what changed?" I asked. "You've been attracted to me for a long time, you say. What was different about last night?"Sam sighed and stared back into her lap. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said quietly, "Maybe I should just go home.""Sam...""This wasn't a good idea.""You can't dodge this forever. And you don't have an excuse that you need to beat your pa
I nodded, and she nodded, and a long silence fell over both of us. We smiled at each other, unsure of what to say. And after the silence started to become a little awkward, only then did we seem to remember our nudity."I did NOT expect to have this conversation today," I finally said, a little embarrassed."Me neither. But..." She popped her eyebrows and gave me a hopeful smile. "I know this hasn't been the most 'uber sexy' conversation, but would it be too weird for me to say I'd still like to take another shot at this sex thing?"I raised my eyebrows. "You sure?""I don't want to go to bed tonight still a... Well I guess I'm not technically a virgin anymore, but I still don't feel like I've earned my woman card."I smiled but held up a finger. "You're letting me go down on you this time, no arguments.""Not arguing.""Maybe I shoulda bought some lube." I suddenly grimaced and rubbed my temple as if I could physically scrub away the thought that had just popped into my mind."What?"
Belle snorted and gave me a look of disbelief. "You really think I wanted all that? I love you, Matty, and I always will. But I never wanted a fancy romantic date. The six of us girls may be eagerly climbing all over your body exploring everything physical pleasure has to offer, but none of us is going to date you. The BTC will survive you fucking the shit out of Sam. The BTC will survive you having sex with me. It will NOT survive you becoming someone's actual boyfriend. I told you before: I'm not breaking up the BTC for us.""Then...?"Belle pulled my hands out of her shirt and sweatpants, twisted around in my embrace, and got to her knees. She leaned forward to kiss me gently before sitting back on her heels. And then she reached down to grab the hem of her t-shirt and swiftly whipped it over her head. Her bra had been dislodged, exposing her right boob, but she unclasped it and tossed it to join the shirt. And then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants and sta
"Yeah, I'll bet she was soooo torn up about it," Belle scoffed. "You know she DID say that one time it wouldn't be such a stretch for her to fuck you just so she could be your favorite.""I don't think that's what was going through her mind. I mean, I DID ask her why she did it, but she looked at the clock and said we had to hurry home.""Convenient."I sighed. "I thought so, too. She dodged the question. But at the same time, I genuinely believe that she doesn't know why she did it. It was an impulsive decision. Ten seconds earlier, she'd been bawling her eyes out over her inability to deep-throat me even though I told her it wasn't a big deal. Maybe having sex with me was her way of... making it up to me? Something like that."Belle looked at me skeptically. "She couldn't deep-throat you, so she figured she'd give you her pussy instead?""I know it sounds crazy, but it's the best explanation I've got."Belle pursed her lips and sighed, looking thoughtful. She started shaking her hea
"Language, please, Matthew," Mother interrupted.I sighed and tried again. "Why does everybody assume I have to be having sex with the girls to be friends with them? I'm NOT.""Well, you're apparently fucking Sam."I popped my eyebrows at Mother's use of the f-word. It told me she was dead serious. Or she was messing with me. I couldn't actually tell. Pursing my lips, I said defensively, "That's different.""Are you in love with her?""With Sam? No." I shook my head. "We're friends.""'Friends' don't spend three out of four nights alone together, having sex or... or whatever you two were doing to each other before tonight."I buried my face in my hands. "I canNOT believe I'm having this conversation with my mother.""Is she going to become your girlfriend?""No.""Do you intend to keep having sex with her?""I don't know! We didn't plan on last night happening! It just... I mean..." My shoulders sagged. "Things got out of control, annnnd we didn't really have time to talk about it bec
Closing her eyes, Sam held up a finger and grimaced. She exhaled slowly, opened her eyes again, and said, "I know that we need to talk about this, but I really don't have the time right now. I've GOT to beat them home.""Don't deflect.""I promise we'll talk later, okay?""There's still plenty of time to-""Matty, please?" She stared at me, her eyes begging me to drop it, and all thoughts of pressuring her any further evaporated. Something incredibly momentous had happened between us, life-altering really, and I was desperate to understand why. But my relationship with Sam - with all the BTC girls, really - had been built on me never pushing them beyond what they were comfortable with. And I couldn't bring myself to push her on this, either.With a sigh, I nodded my agreement silently, and Sam immediately vaulted off my bed and to start hunting around for her clothes. I watched the way those big naked tits wobbled as she hunched over and bent to grab first her dress and then her corse
Without a word of warning or request, Sam elevated her body, notched my cockhead at the entrance to her pussy, and sank herself down.My jaw dropped.My eyes went WIDE.My hips jerked UP.Sam moaned, tilted her face to the right, and mashed her lips against mine.And then she MOVED.Wrapping both arms around my head, Sam yanked my face down into her prodigious cleavage as she started to fuck me. I felt my cheeks getting squished by her massive mammaries, a constant up-and-down motion as she rose and fell in my lap with rhythmic intensity.And my cock? Holy crap I can't even properly describe what was happening to my cock. Adjectives fail to properly define how it felt to be inside my very first pussy. Tight? Yes. Wet? Hell yes. AMAZEBALLS? Hell fucking yes. And yet so much more.'Sex is fucking amazing!!' I thought to myself.'Why the fuck did I ever wait this long?!?''I shoulda dropped the entire BTC in a fucking heartbeat and just slammed it into Holly when I had the chance!'Okay,
"Oh, my fucking GAWD..." I moaned rapturously, and Sam's smile lit up the room with both pride and delight at my reaction.Even though her makeup had been messed up a little, her hair was still sexy and I loved the way her dangling silver earrings framed her face. She wore a strapless, black lace corset top that lifted and separated her huge breasts so that they almost appeared spherical. I tugged her satiny dress past her hips and down to the floor, revealing a matching garter belt to go with her thigh-high lace stockings. She stepped out of the satiny material and waited for me to remove her skyscraper heels, since I had my hands on her left shoe. But with a bit of a smile, I pulled my hands away and left the heels alone. "Wouldn't want your bootcamp training to go to waste," I murmured with a smile.Still kneeling before her, I ran my hands up Sam's stockings and around to cup her juicy buttcheeks, using my grip to tug her crotch forward so I could inhale her sweet scent and take a