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“Frost… you got run over by… Rayne?” The doctor’s lips twitched with amusement. “You got run over by a Rayne Dear?”
“Oh god, yes, right there, don’t stop…” “Not god, Rainbow,” he grunted, repeating the motion again and again. “Say my name when you come. My name. I wanna hear you moan it, just like you did the first time I ate your cunt.”
A girl never forgot her first love, and in my case, I had three.
“You know what he likes more than having an audience?”
“Team sports,”
I’ve waited my whole life to have you, and now that we’ve gone there it’s taking all my self control not to—”
“I’m going to turn you around, pull these jeans down and you’re going to hold that tree while I fuck your cunt the way I’ve wanted to forever.” He leaned in close and I swore I got dizzy. “I’m going to fill that pussy of yours to the brim, and you’re going to feel me for days. After we take the edge off, we’re going back to the cabin and you’re going to suck me off while you let one of those other assholes fuck you through my cum.”
We’d saved two kids. The guys had. I got to help.
“I like you, Frost Jackson,” I repeated. He rumbled a sexy sound. “Well, I love you, Rayne Dear. Always have and never stopped.”
you can’t close the book on the past until you write the end of that story. The only one who can write the ending is you.”
“I know that look, Rayne-drop,” Alfie murmured, linking an arm around my waist. “Later.” He gave me a squeeze, and I desperately tried to calm myself. “I’ll hold you to that,” I whispered. “Since you don’t know what you’re agreeing to.” He laughed a dark chuckle. “Nothing is off limits, beautiful girl. Nothing.”
“Aw it’s cute you think we would spend our Christmas day plowing the road instead of plowing you.
Who the fuck needed three wise men when you could have three well-hung ones instead? Merry Christmas to me, indeed.
