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To discovering that you’re allowed to fall in love as many times as possible in your lifetime. Whether it’s with a new lover or an old friend. Whether it’s with the same person, but new versions of each other as you grow. Fucking fall. Do it loudly. Do it at your own pace. Rush. Ease in. Enjoy an instant lust, a slow burn, or a happy for now. Rebound. Fall again. And if you’re craving a little something extra…
Friendship for us meant making the other laugh when nothing was funny, celebrating the small moments, and knowing when the other required space more than words of wisdom.
“People assume I’m the nice one. The family man. But I’m very good at letting people believe what I want them to.” I lean in and whisper, just loud enough to drown out the wind whipping through the rows of corn, bending the structure that barely stands behind us. “So believe me when I say this . . . I don’t like to be fucked with. I don’t want you or whatever you just did coming back around. So you will leave. And I will keep your secret. I never saw you. I don’t know you nor do I ever want to. Do I make myself clear?”
I’m the fantasy. The distraction. A show.
“Look out, Fiasco, Rosie Gold is ready to turn heads and bulge pants tonight!”
Suck, fuck, rinse, repeat.
But right now, in dad-mode and pissed off, he’s disturbingly sexy.
I’ve done plenty of questionable things and made some morally gray decisions throughout my life. I knew someday I’d have to answer for them. I hadn’t realized that karma would be dressed in Wranglers and a crisp black shirt and dark wool coat, ignoring my presence.
“Is that new territory for you, baby brother?” I lower my voice so my girls won’t hear. “You having trouble being up your wife’s ass? Need me to step in for some pointers?”
confidence. I love women who have no problem showing off the parts they’re proud of—clean skin or decorated in ink.
“You don’t want a nice girl right now, Foxx.” “What do I want, then, hmm?” A small moan crawls up her throat as she says, “You want someone to tell you to be a good boy and do what you’re told.”
“Unless you want an audience or to be arrested, I suggest you keep quiet when you drench my fingers.”
“You sound so pretty when you’re pissed off and moaning for me.”
And now, once again, I’m replaying the finger-bang from the sexy, seemingly irresistible single dad I blackmailed years ago.
I suggest you keep quiet when you drench my fingers.
Jesus, what is it about a man like that in glasses?
“You call me Peach like I’m sweet, but Foxx, you know better. I’m the furthest thing from sweet.” “See, that’s where you’re wrong.” I yank her hips forward. The move jerks her closer and forces her chest to press into mine. “I’ve never tasted anything as sweet as what you dripped all over my fingers.”
“What should we toast to? Punches and pepper spray?” With an unexpected chuckle, she studies the color, swirling the bourbon in her glass. “To bourbon and secrets.” “To bourbon and secrets,”
“Does everybody know that the charming, single-dad Foxx brother is also kind of a nerd?”
open my mouth just as he wraps his lips around the bottle of bourbon. He drinks from it, shifts over my waiting mouth, and then spits. He doesn’t let me savor it. He barely lets me swallow before his lips capture mine again.
“There’s something about kissing this perfect mouth of yours that drives me wild.”
“There may never be such a thing as a great bottle of bourbon for me ever again unless I have the taste of your pussy with it.”
“If I forget to tell you later,” he says as leans forward and kisses just above my navel, “you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And like this . . .” He kisses my right breast, then my left, lowering his head to kiss the center of my pussy as I moan for him. “I won’t be the same man after it.”
“Oh my god,” I moan. He smiles up at me. “Yeah, Peach, I can be that for you too.” I can’t help but smile back, eyes closing as I say on an exhale, “Show me.”
“I’m going to need to fuck you now. Please tell me I can.” There’s an edge of desperation in his tone that has me smiling. I close my eyes, still slightly dazed. “Such a good boy, Foxx, remembering to say please.” I can hear the laugh that escapes him as he moves. “Fuck, that just made my dick jump.”
“I haven’t wanted anyone the way I want you. It’s reckless, and I don’t have an explanation about why or how. I just know that I like the way you make me feel.”
“Look at me.” I do as he asks. “You make me feel like I don’t need to pretend when I’m around you. That I can be exactly who I am without being anything other than a man infatuated with a beautiful woman.”
“I want a woman who has no agenda other than to help the people she loves. I want to be the kind of man who’s good enough for a woman like that.”
“I want to be around you. I like me more when I’m around you. So let me be around you, Peach. And we figure it out as we go along. Lean into what feels right.”
“Play with me. And I’ll come all over that thick and delicious cock of yours.”
“Thank you,” she says in a quiet voice. This isn’t how anyone expected this to go. She nuzzles into me and brushes her lips against my neck. “I’ve been trying to save other people for so long—” Her voice cracks, and she sits back. “I didn’t know what it felt like to have someone look out for me. Not like this. Lincoln,
I started falling in love with Faye Calloway on the edge of a cornfield, on a stage, over a bottle of bourbon, and every time she’s been in my arms since.
“My granddaughters think she’s their soulmate—women, let alone Foxx women, are never wrong.”
“I realized what it was about you that made you so fucking perfect for me.” I brush her hair from her face as she looks up at me. “You show up for your family and the people you care about, and that’s always been what love looks like to me. You are what love looks like to me.”
“Foxx & Peach. You named a bourbon after us?”
“Don’t you fucking stop, Foxx. I want to hear you moan like a man.”
And that’s the woman I’m in love with. Quick to make me fucking kneel for her, see every part of her, and not get lost in the fall.
With Lincoln Foxx, it feels bigger than a simple word like love. When I’m with him, it feels like home.
My chemistry with Faye Calloway defies reason, because it didn’t make things more complex. It turned out to be very simple: she was my catalyst.
want to do this life with you. You’re everything I could ever ask for in a partner, friend, lover. I’m obsessed with every part of you, from your perfect lips to your big, protective heart.” My eyes water, but only because I can’t contain how much this moment means to me. To be here with her and feeling so ready to make her mine. “You are so many things, Faye, but the only thing I'm really hoping that you never want to stop being is ours.”
“I couldn’t remember what home felt like. I missed the idea of it, but I couldn’t remember how it felt. The warmth of it and care. That fierce protectiveness of it. You’re my home, Lincoln Foxx. You’re the love of the life I’m choosing, and I’m so fucking lucky to have all of you. Yes. Absolutely, yes,”
“I never planned on loving you, Peach. But now, I never plan on stopping.”
