Single Dads Club

by Rebel Bloom

“I’m a man, Win. A strong man who likes curves and standing while fucking. My back is built for a woman like you, so don’t you worry about it.”

“Jack!” Sawyer grunted from between my thighs. “That’ll take some getting used to. Hearing her scream your name while I’m deep in her isn’t good for my ego.”

Jack growled when he saw my car, and his hand cupped the back of my neck as he turned my body towards his. “You’ve been driving around in this?” I was recovering from hearing him growl, so it took me a second to catch up. I glanced over at my car and nodded. “Yep. That’s Sheila.” He leaned down so we were eye to eye and narrowed his eyes. “No.”

“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.”

“Do you have any clue what it does to me when you say my name? Your voice gets a little breathier when you say it. It fills my head with thoughts that would make you blush for days, Win.” Sawyer’s body felt like it expanded and grew hotter. “And you just made my fucking year. As long as you want me and miss me when I’m not there, I’m good with Jack and Beck having you, too.”

“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.”

Jack grabbed a fistful of Matthew’s shirt and yanked him closer, holding him up so his feet barely touched the ground. “Watch your mouth. Whatever manipulation bullshit you came to try, save it. She’s with us. She’s ours. You want to fuck around and find out what happens when you cross that line? Be my guest, but I promise you, it won’t be pretty.”

“Why do I care?” He shook his head and then gripped my breast tightly. “Maybe because this is ours.” I gasped when he ran his hand over my stomach and then cupped my sex. “And this is ours.”

Knowing Sara would’ve fucking loved Winnie if they’d met in a different life helped. Knowing Sara would’ve hated the man I’d been since she died eased some of the guilt in my changing for Winnie. I couldn’t be better for Sara, but I would be better for Winnie. If she’d let me.