Single Dads Club

by Rebel Bloom

“I have had fruit punch and cereal and so many other things spilled and thrown on me today. My seven-year-old is more comfortable swearing than I am, and a woman chasing a cat flipped me off. And that’s just today. That’s not even scratching the surface of the mortgage I can’t afford because my ex decided he didn’t want a family, six years into having a family. Of course, he wanted the large house with the four bedrooms when he was still pretending. My boss, Satan, hates me, and would fire me if I so much as walked in a minute later. She doesn’t care that I can barely afford my mortgage as it is.

“How dare he! You and Birdie are the best things he could ever hope to have. That prick. That fucking asshole. Say the word and I’ll actually murder him.” I saw that we were coming closer to Hunter and Son, the mechanic shop with the best reviews around. “Not just yet, tough guy. It’s never off the table, though.”

My dick hated me, and it was a steel bar as I took in her thick, dark hair and sweet face. That full mouth and those sexy brown eyes nearly killed me. The fact that I knew she had a few freckles across her cheeks, but way more across her shoulders and chest, pissed me off. That I knew what she looked like when she came was just cruel.

“I’d be more interested in you, mechanic man. Gabe. Winnifred Lane’s gay best friend and accomplice to make sure she didn’t get ripped off by some grimy mechanic. I can see now that the only thing getting ripped off are her panties. I’m going to go out and see if Opie is as curious as his eyes were.”

“Win, fucking grab my head and ride my face. Scream and moan until you can’t anymore. No one will hear. This is all for me.”

Her nails dug into my scalp, the sting feeding my hunger like gasoline on a fire.

She was fire, and I wanted to be burned.

“Beck Myers. Nice to meet you, Gabe.” Beck moved closer to me and wrapped his hand around the back of my neck. “And, to be clear, pee isn’t one of my kinks. There are more interesting and fun ways to mark what’s mine.”

“Gabe, I’m going to find every picture of you from your perm days and I’m going to post them to every website I can think of. You’re so grounded. No trashy TV with Birdie. No trashy TV with me or Mom, either. And Pride? You’ll be lucky if I don’t sew you into your outfit so you can’t get access that night, if you know what I mean. You’re lucky I don’t swear, Gabriel.”

As soon as the door closed with her on the other side of it, we all let loose and laughed. I recognized that we were all laughing more with her around. She brought life to us, and it was as addictive as I’d told her.

My entire body lit on fire with need at the way his control snapped and reformed as something darker.

“Do you see what you do to us, Win? You’ve got us all wrapped around your cute little finger. I’ve never seen Beck out of control before you. Sawyer? I’ve never known him to be so hungry for a woman. And me? You bring out every instinct I have to possess and control. You make me want to leave handprints all over your body before I lick them all away. You’re a fucking dream, baby. Now pull up your dress and show them how wet you are.”

That thought had me crying hard again. “Oh, god. Um.” Sawyer looked around the bathroom like he was going to find something to fix me in the bathroom cabinet. “Do you need water?” Jack smacked him. “She’s not a fucking plant. But… Do you need water?”

“It’s honestly like watching an origin story from a comic book with her. I just can’t tell which way she’s going to go.” Jack shuddered, his brain supplying the answer that we all agreed on in unison. “Villain.”