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Some poor bastard was probably out there hopping around, literally, and wondering where the fuck his leg was at. And Lane had to be the asshole to go explain that his child was an up-and-coming organized crime boss who was apparently now targeting disabled people. Fantastic.
“Can we talk specifics tomorrow? I think if I have to deal with the devil’s alphabet one more time tonight—” “Do you mean math?” Bowen asked. Lane shrugged. “I mean math.”
“Bowen, my child literally stole your leg and brought it home and tried to keep it like a pet. It doesn’t get weirder than that.”
“But baby, I’m not interested in being done with you after one night,”
“Breathe,” Bowen said. Lane did. “My good boy.” Not a good boy. His good boy.
“There you are.” He kissed him again, and it was the moment Lane knew he was hopeless against falling in love. Maybe he wasn’t there yet, but it wasn’t a river standing between them. It was barely a stream. He knew between one step and the next, he would be done for. The thought didn’t scare him though. It felt like one of the simple inevitabilities of the universe. Like how the earth orbited the sun, and the universe would expand until there was nothing left but space between each star, and someday, everything would end just like it began. Loving Bowen just…was.
“You’re a wonder, you know that? Jesus, I don’t know what god out there decided I deserved this, but remind me to build them a damn altar.”
“This is what you needed, isn’t it? My fat cock inside you, fucking you.”
how did you not see it? There’s no way I haven’t been a fucking lighthouse of obsession over you.”
“Because one simple touch has you ready to lose your mind, doesn’t it? Just this one thing, and I bet I could make you come.”
“Can you tell me your name?” he asked again. “Good boy?” he whispered. That was him, wasn’t it? Hadn’t he been Bowen’s good boy this whole time? Bowen’s face lit up, and he squeezed Lane’s chin, giving him a proper kiss. “That’s right. My good boy. My perfect boy. Mine,” he added.
I’m going to be her stepdad, and I’m going to love her harder than her egg donor ever could, he thought to himself.
