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October 29 - October 29, 2024
“Good. Because no one ever will. You’re mine now.” I grunted. “This pussy, it’s mine.”
I’ve been dreaming of feeling you come all over my cock again.”
“Different?” I couldn’t help but chuckle. “You know Oregon is Maine, but with a different ocean, right?” He shot me a glare. “Thanks for your support, asshole.”
And the realization of just how selfish I was being hit me square in the gut.
“We will find a way to live our dreams. We’re scrappy, gorgeous, and smart.” Magnolia held her glass aloft. “The world better get the fuck out of our way.”
“Ooh.” Magnolia bounced in her seat and rubbed her hands together. “The lumberjack brigade has arrived. We’ve got Scruffy Lumberjack, Corporate Lumberjack, Man Bun Lumberjack, and, ooh, my personal favorite, Sensitive Musician Lumberjack. It’s a goddamn buffet, ladies.”
“Did you buy a pizza oven and attempt to make gluten-free pizza for me?” I asked. His gaze never moved from my body. “Yes. I’m awful at it. Almost burned the place down one night. But I’m getting better.” “You don’t have to do that.” “Course I do. My woman wants pizza, I will provide her with the best damn pizza on planet earth. Even if I have to study hydration ratios and yeast fermentation rates to do it.”
For as much as I honored her wishes and feelings, mine had been tramped and tossed out.
“Boys. I’m a hundred weeks pregnant and do not have time for bullshit. Why are you all shouting at each other on the phone at nine p.m.?”
I didn’t want to be that needy girl, but he’d gone so distant, and I could have really used a little reassurance. Not that he owed it to me. I’d created this problem. God, I was such an idiot.
God, he was such a grown-up. An actual man. He listened, he validated my feelings, and he apologized so willingly. What a fucking turn-on.
“Fuck yeah!” He pumped his fist. “It’s baby time.”
“The kid’s only three hours old, and he’s already promising him his own baby ATV.” Gus snorted. “In fairness, that’s the Maine equivalent of promising your kid a pony.”
Despite your rich and famous friends, you do not have helicopter money.
