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keep your dick in your pants. The tip and all.”
She’d said all sorts of crazy shit, like she wanted to fuck me into oblivion and marry me and have my babies. All from the tip of my dick.
“You needed me,” I said, kissing the top of her head. “We made a deal years ago. I wasn’t about to break it now.” She tipped her head back to look at me. “You call. I come. And vice versa.”
“That time Cammie Watkins tried to tie you to her bed,
“What did you tell him?” “That I was in fucking London to see my girl.”
“And Chewy Junior is poking me in the butt.”
I guess your tight little ass was teasing me all night.” He smirked.
“Didn’t Cage pop someone in the nose because they cut him in line? He got sent home for the afternoon if I’m remembering right,”
Sexier. Did I say that one already?
My eyes gaped open when she made no attempt to hide the fact that she was squeezing his ass.
And for the love of God, I felt his massive boner press against my lower back again.
For a moment, I wondered what it would be like if she didn’t go back to Carl. And she stayed here with me. Forever.
Because even when I felt lost… he always felt like home.
“Thanks for coming,” Reese grumped. “That’s what she said, Finny!” Olivia bellowed.
I hope Maxine broke skin and your kneecap falls off.
trying to explain that she got goosed by a goat.”
She was the woman I wanted to be mine.
And I planned on breaking rule number one by the end of the week. I’d never cared much for rules.
“We’re anxious to get home and take the horses for a ride,” I said, reaching for my teacup and taking a sip. “That’s not the only thing you’re going to ride,” Finn said against my ear, and I spewed tea all over the table.
“You dicknut,” Cage hissed under his breath. “You got a five-year-old a wedding cake.
This is what happens when you buy a phony gift to come spy on your kid. Mom Very funny. Also true.
“What the fuck, Miney? Did you just throat-punch me and kick me in the balls?” he yelled.
That’s the gift of the penis, apparently.
I hate Vegas. The last time I was there, I lost 800 bucks and my pants. You were with me, and you didn’t lose your pants. You willingly took them off and then jumped into the fountain like a moron while everyone cheered.
My dad rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t worry about anyone saying that to you.”
I ate some sort of porridge this morning and got a bad case of the shits on set. Not a good look. I was running to the shitter between scenes.
“Your girl is three shades of red, Reynolds.”
“Although, we didn’t know we wouldn’t be allowed in the house and that we’d be hidden out in the trees like criminals.”
“Ahhh… announcing the pregnancy during the ceremony is new for me.” Father Davis leaned close to my ear, and I barked out a laugh along with everyone around us. “But congratulations. I’m happy for you both.”

