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Do daddy issues give you a hand kink?
Emmy is the apple of my eye. My little mini-me. But she is also the primary source of my exhaustion. A tiny tornado. Short in stature but full up on attitude and zest for life. She never stops.
“What’s up, girlfrieeend?” I call over my shoulder, doing my best and most dramatic Valley-girl impression. Something that never fails to make both of my kids laugh.
“I’m pretty sure you got a good, long look earlier today,” I volley back, seeing her cheeks flush pink even as her eyes roll.
If Skylar weren’t here right now, I know he’d say Just leave me here to die. That’s it. I’m done. Melodrama is his current go-to reaction because he’s getting to that age where everything embarrasses him.
“Oh em gee, girlfriend,” I whine, leaning again into my favorite Valley-girl voice that elicits a giggle from Emmy. “You get water because you already had a freezie.”
“More like she’d hold a vegan down and force-feed them a burger.”
It pulls my eyes down, her nails trailing against the apron where it says, This Guy Rubs His Own Meat. A shy smile touches her lips. Her soft fucking lips. And I have to draw away. Because this apron is feeling just a little too apt for the moment and what I’ll no doubt be doing later.
Broooo hahhahhahha
My memory involved being forced to pick pieces of similarly broken glass off the floor with my bare hands. Apologizing profusely and trying not to bleed on the marble—thus creating more mess—while my dad screamed at me about needing to be less clumsy if I was ever going to be presentable in public.
Dam
I never realized how much my parents yelled at me until I moved out on my own and found my house to be incredibly quiet. I never realized how traumatizing it was for me. When I got in trouble, there were no soft tones or asking if I was okay. One wrong step and voices got loud. Words became vicious.
My brain is a horny little slut today, and she wonders what it would feel like to have those lips on my body.
Same bestie same
“And the way you inspired a little boy who never talks to anyone to introduce himself to you. That’s something special.”
I, Weston Belmont, am the world’s best friend.
I don’t open my eyes, but I smile when I feel Ollie’s quiet presence as he crawls in on the other side and presses his back against mine.
“Sparkly Turquoise Unicorns!”
Because West’s version of yelling at kids is clapping and cheering and boisterously letting them know what a terrific job they’re doing. There’s, “Get it, girls! Let’s go!” Followed by, “Beauty shot, Shelby! See you at the Olympics.” Beyond him, the goalie is doing a dance, not paying attention to the game at all. She gets an, “Eyes on the ball, Addie. Save the victory dance for after we win, you little clown!” And then the real kicker, “Hell yeah, Emmy. That’s my girl!”
“How big?”
“Fuck Coach Thick Thighs!” I pause before turning back to Skylar, who is struggling to keep her face blank. “You were talking to your bird about me?” “No” comes out of her mouth just a little too quickly to be the truth, but I don’t call her on it. Instead, I leave smiling. And later, when I see her walking through the barn doors, I smile even bigger.
After a couple of days, I don’t even miss my phone. Instead, I read an old bodice-ripper romance I find on a shelf in West’s living room within one day. When it’s over, I feel happy and optimistic. Something about that guaranteed happy ending cheers me up. And I realize scrolling my phone never made me feel that way.
“Look. At. You.” He smirks, softly shaking his head as he saunters toward me.
Even though my makeup is perfect and my tits are pushed up, this man is going on about my eyes? Suddenly, he’s the only one I want to bring to their knees.
“You look like a teenage girl who got kissed by a Jonas brother. Are you going to swoon? Not wash your face for a week?” “Get outta here.” I glance out the window, trying not to laugh. Ford is a mouthy prick, though. He doesn’t let up. “You gonna touch your cheek and make out with your hand later?” I punch him playfully this time, laughing while cussing him out. “Fuck you, man.” “I bet you’ll actually use your hand to—”
Is it bad I’m wishing for more forest fires?
“Well, I’ve been here to see you try to pet a bear. I’ve seen you with a bruised face. I’ve seen you get anxious. And Skylar? I like all those versions of you. You have me. You’ll always be relevant to me.”
“you should be fucking proud of yourself. You are strong and you are capable, and you’ve done nothing but prove that to yourself and everyone around you for the past several weeks.”
“Second of all, I’m buying you a phone because not knowing where you were made me fucking sick.”
“And third of all, the only foolish thing you’ve done is continue to refer to us as friends.” I spit the word. “That word makes me want to break something.”
“Don’t you fucking get it, Skylar? How much clearer can I be? I moved you into my house. I’ve included you in my family. I cleared any other complication without a second thought. I spend almost every waking moment with you. I fist my cock every night thinking about you. You see any other friends of mine hanging around?”
“What do you want, baby? Let me hear it.”
“Atta girl. Make a mess on my hand. I fucking love it,”
“Sometimes I’m slow. Like, it can take a while. So don’t worry if I don’t—” “Oh, fuck yeah.” I grin, adding my thumb to her clit. “I love a challenge.”
The petty, little bitch inside me wishes Bree would pull up now and see firsthand the way West glows for me. The way he couldn’t even wait to get inside before devouring me.
Baddddieeee
We end up sitting on the kitchen floor facing each other, too bone-tired to even make it to the table—my back against the oven, hers against the island, our feet tangled in the space that separates us as we eat our grilled cheese with a side of cucumber slices.
Her eyes brighten. “More sex?” My jaw drops. “You’re a fiend. You have an…a-dick-tion.” I wink,
“You know, I was jealous of that horse the first day I saw you washing her.” I bark out a laugh at that. This woman. “Well, today is your lucky day, then. You get the full training package.” I see the tail end of a smile as she turns in place. But she lets me wash her hair. Condition it too.
All I know is that she and I were meant to meet on that road.
BREAKING NEWS: Skylar Stone declares that Weston Belmont has a “massive pole.”
“Woman, we pulled up to underwear and a condom on the driveway. We both knew he was just fine. Now let’s go. I didn’t get you that fake ID for nothing.”
“Used to think you looked pretty onstage, but that’s just because I hadn’t seen you on your knees for me.”
I’m so happy for my girl that I could burst.
“Fuck…” His head shakes and I know he must be reading it over again. “Fuck yeah, Sky. That’s my girl.”
He lifts me off the stool and before I know it, he’s spinning me. Hugging me. Pressing excited kisses all over my cheeks. I squeal and give back everything I’m getting. I bask in his praise. “That’s my fucking girl,” he whoops, and I squeeze him harder. My number-one fan.
In the pines, by the water In the arms of a lover Little hands with big hearts find me And I find peace
“Ha, you know. It doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t like me either if I were you. I’m just looking out for them. And if you love him enough to let him go, I could still make him happy. He could be happy.”
Stfu ugly bitch
Maybe I could be enough to keep her here.
“I know you. And you are the hardest working, toughest motherfucker I know. So quit moping and start acting like it. Go fight for her.”
I want to kill her dad. I want to give her the biggest high five. I want to watch her win that award. I want her.
“Can I borrow your private jet?” And I can only imagine the smug smirk of on his dickish face as he responds, “It’s fueled up and ready when you are.”
“Didn’t really think your number-one fan would miss his girl winning tonight, did you?”
“I froze. And I should have fought harder. I was busy licking my wounds when what I should have told you is that it doesn’t matter how hard the road is. Bears. Paparazzi. The lowest lows. You and me? We do this thing together. You’re my person. Nothing will change that.”
