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Finn: So modest. The way he doesn’t use any emojis and his favorite form of punctuation seems to be a period trips me up. Like, is he mad at me? Annoyed by me texting him? Hate my guts? Or maybe he’s just an eighty-year-old man trapped inside the body of a…thirty-year-old? I guess I don’t even know how old he is, but he’s certainly young enough to use emojis.
says, “It’s alright. Riley never wanted kids; she was very vocal about that. Dancing was her focus, and I respected that. At the time, I was young and didn’t know whether I did or not. We got pregnant by accident; she was on the pill, and we used condoms. From the minute I saw those two pink lines, I knew I wanted to be a dad. There was never a sliver of doubt in my mind, but I refused to tell Riley that because it’s her body, and I knew her goals. I didn’t want to pressure her one way or another. It had to be her choice as much as it killed me, knowing there was a chance she could decide to
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“I thought it was the part I ordered for the chicken coop,” I reply instead of answering him. His jaw clenches as his eyes meet mine again. “And is it?” “No,” I grit out. “It is not.” Ash’s face twists up in a way I refuse to believe is adorable. “It’s for me, isn’t it?” Reaching a hand into the box, I pull out one of the items—a clear confetti dildo. “Well, it’s certainly not for me.” A pained sound between a groan and a whine comes out of Ash as he takes in the dildo in my hand. “Why the fuck did you open that?” he hisses after a moment, storming over to where I’m standing and ripping it out
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“No, I’m not,” I breathe out, wrapping my palm around the back of his neck, and crashing my lips into his. Everything about this moment feels different than what I’m used to. The rough scratch from his stubble as it rubs against my own, the masculine smell of him as it invades my senses. It’s different, but not bad. At all.
I’m at a loss for words. I don’t know how I expected to feel after having sex with a man for the first time, but I didn’t expect to feel so…free. Like I just uncovered something missing from my soul, something I didn’t even know was missing until now. And as we lie here in each other’s arms, sleep creeping in on us, all I can think about is how much I can’t wait to do it again. Ash passes out before I do, the soft, steady sound of his breathing like a lullaby to my tired body. This changes everything.
Arching my brow, I ask, “Would I be up here riding you like a stallion if I didn’t?” A throaty laugh rumbles from him as his hands find my hips. “Fuck, I kinda love the sight of you bouncin’ on my cock first thing in the mornin’.” I bite back a grin. “You like the way my ass grips your fat cock, daddy?” Fingers digging into my flesh, he groans, the sound spurring me on. “Fuck yeah, I do.”
“I love you, Ash.” Each word is spoken clear and intentional. I need him to hear me, believe me, and know it’s him I choose. “I’ve fallen in love with you, and it’s something I never saw coming, but can’t imagine living without now. I don’t expect you to say it back if you’re not ready or you don’t feel the same, but I couldn’t go on another minute without you knowing how I felt. How real this is for me.”

