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“What are you doing?” she whines, lips jutting out in a juicy pout. “Sorry. I just remembered that I have to go pick up my grandpa's friend's dog from the vet.”
The whole idea of going to a job I hate five days a week before coming home to a wife and three identical kids waiting on the porch of a two-story suburban home makes me want to kneel and pray to be shipped off to another planet.
Being fresh out of four years of college left me with nothing but a heaping pile of student debt, and a drinking problem that didn’t seem too much like a problem at the time.
“Hey, Braden. Do you remember me?” she asks, a slight glimmer of hope lighting up her eyes. I frown. “No.” I sigh, long and hard. As much as I would love to have those tits smother my face all night, I’m not about to lie to get her in bed. That seems to be more Ethan’s style than mine.
Remembering names isn’t really my specialty, among other things.
“Let me take you home instead.” She shivers. “I thought I hated you.” “Hate sex is the best sex.” Sierra pulls back just enough for our eyes to catch. “Take me home then.” That’s all I needed to hear.
“Well then. I’m glad that that’s settled. But as much as I would love to eat whatever is in front of us, I actually think that I left my fridge open.” I click my tongue, planting a disappointed smile on my face. It's clear nobody buys the excuse, but I honestly could care less. “Clayton would kill me if I let his yogurt spoil. You know how he is, right, Dad? Just crazy about that yogurt.”
Or, just maybe, they could be struggling with the realization that their life means nothing past boxing matches and pussy, yet not have the want or fire under their ass to do anything more. Wait, that one’s just me.
I wear a false sense of bravery like my favourite oversized sweatshirt: constantly. It’s become second nature to me.
“You wanna know something?” He doesn’t wait for me to respond before pushing away from the wall and taking two large steps toward me. “It hurt my feelings when you ditched me the other morning. I had big, big plans for you.”
“Don't go shy on me now, baby. We both know you're anything but.” The words spark something dormant from deep inside my chest, something that flares into a ball of fire, pushing me to make my next move. I waste no time in grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him to me, pressing my lips to his. My eyes roll back at the feeling that lights up my veins, pulsing through my body at his rough touch.
“So, are you going to run away from me again? Or have I convinced you that it’s no use?”
“I’m confused, Sierra. I thought you liked my balls. Especially when they’re hitting your chin while my cock is half-way down your throat.”
“Half-way down my throat?” she scoffs, never breaking eye contact. “You give yourself way too much credit.” “There’s the Sierra I met outside Sinners. You’re sexy when you’re pissed.”
When we’re young, we’re always so eager to grow up. All we think being a grown-up means is no longer having a bedtime and being able to eat junk food whenever we want. It’s not until we actually do grow up that we realize just how badly we miss our youth, and how we took it for granted.
We would do anything to go back to the days of no responsibilities and worriless nights. But we can’t, because like our youth, they’re long fucking gone and there’s a slim to none chance that they will ever come back.
Logan Newcrest is like a stray cat—you leave out a bowl of tuna for it one too many times and it keeps coming back for more, no matter how often you kick the scraggly thing away.
“I don’t know what you want me to say, Sierra. You already kicked me out and blocked my number when I said I was sorry! You know it didn’t mean anything. It was an accident.” “An accident? I didn’t know it was possible for a penis to fall inside of a vagina accidentally but look at that. You learn something every day!”
I peer down at Sierra, and the vision rattles me. She clings to my side like an adorable, Sierra-sized koala bear, and I feel a piece of me crack wide open at the sight, baring that small, yet significant part of myself to her whether she realizes it or not.
“I don’t take kindly to people who find it so easy to talk to women like that. And I especially don’t like it when that woman's mine.”
“Braden’s lucky chain. He gave it to me this morning and told me to have you wear it tonight. I meant to hand it off to you in the car, but Sophie distracted me.”
Fingering the chain around my neck again, I watch Braden as he finally makes his way into the shimmering light. A shiny black robe hangs loosely from his shoulders, leaving his defined chest bare for all to see. My mouth waters as the individual muscles flex on their own accord, almost as if to torture me.
A cheek-splitting smile spreads across my face as soon as his wandering eyes clash with mine, brimming with so much emotion. A beyond obvious, cheesy wink from my playboy boxer is all it takes to forget about everything and lift my own arms in the air to join in the excited cheers, happier than I have been in years.
“I'm assuming that they're also your friends?” “Happy you picked up on that, old man.” I snort. “Yeah, Sierra's mine.”
“She’s yours?” My eyes narrow into slits. “Yeah. What about it?”
“I didn't know you were dating anyone. That's all.” “Dating?” I choke on the word. “I wouldn’t go that far. We both know that I wouldn’t even know what to do with that sort of label.”
“I love her, Dad. I love her more than I thought I could love anything or anyone and I hate it. I fucking hate knowing that to be with her, I have to give her the power to hurt me. How is that fair? How am I supposed to want to do that?”
There’s no me without you anymore baby. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize that. Meet me on the roof. I know that you know how to get there. Blame Sophie. I’ll see you soon. P.S if you forgot about me in the past 3 weeks, I’ll spank your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for another 3.

