As We Learn (Emotionally Impaired Book 1)

by Grey Huffington

“But, imagine losing someone you love with everything in you and get set up with an app that can potentially fill in the gaps that she always had and then getting connected to someone

on the app that reminds you of her, in every way, down to the sound of her voice and the stubbornness resting in her tone. You’d take a chance on furthering that connection too. Am I wrong?”

nearly sending me into cardiac arrest. It was deep and barbaric, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. As if he hadn’t just experienced the same thing as I had. Death.

All of it. Undivided. His voice had captured me long before his beauty, but the combination of the two was ruthless.

Sending you back will be, though. I can feel it.”

but from the man before me, serenading me with his words.

Yet, he still closed in on me like a pack of wolves who hadn’t eaten in months.

“Maybe I can’t see that smile, but I sure could feel that motherfucker. Lift you head when you’re speaking to me. There’s no reason for the sad eyes and lowering of your tone. I want my happy back. I worked for it. Sat in the damn car for almost two hours to win it,”

“You’re here because I didn’t want to spend my birthday alone if I didn’t have to.”

know.” “I know exactly how you feel about it, Nami. So do you. I’ve smelled your arousal

since you sat down at my dinner table. Instead of seafood, I wanted to have you for dinner, but I behaved. I’m a grown ass man, made thirty-eight today.

“Whether you fuck me tonight or two months from now, I still plan on calling you every single day, blowing up your spot and popping up just to see you smile. Of course we’re strangers now, but that’s how everyone starts off. Almost, at least. I’m not asking you to marinate my dick in the lubri...

I’m just asking you to stay the ni...

“Only if I get to wear your favorite shirt to bed.”

he wasn’t the only one that couldn’t sleep. The thickness and firmness of his dick assured me that it was awake as well.

“I’m trying to be respectable, Nami, but I’m a man with a hard dick between his legs with

intentions to use it. Climb down and take heed because once we go there, shit gets different.”

Never in the history of dick appointments, had either of my partners been able to bring me to a squirting orgasm.

As if I was going somewhere soon. I wasn’t. As long as he needed me, I’d be right where he needed me to be.

Good dick was known to have you thinking recklessly and talking out of the side of your neck and I could attest.

“Up on the table, Nami. Don’t be shy. I’ve seen what you’re about and I’m about that shit too. Open up. Feed me.”

It was as good as his and so was I. For now, at least. His to hug and his to handle with the care that he had since he heard my sniffling on the phone. His without a title, because I wasn’t ready for much of anything else. His to call on. His to come through for. His to fuck on and his to suck on. His to consider

every day. His to hold as we lay together.