Single Dads Club

by Rebel Bloom

I never thought I’d have to fend off d-i-c-k pics from my ex-husband. Who even wants those? It’s like looking at a frail tree that lost all its bark.”

“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.”

“Wow.” His mouth lifted in a grin as he unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down, revealing a long, thick shaft. “Say that a little louder. You’re really making my day, Win.” I looked from his dick up to his face and then back down at his dick. “That’s not going to fit.” Jack groaned. “You’re going to make him insufferable, baby.”

I lifted my head to look at her. “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.”

“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.”

I was going to have to buy a mini-van. Or maybe a fucking bus.

The truck was full, and we were missing five kids—six, if you counted the baby. What vehicle was going to hold seven kids and four adults? I was going to have to get a special license to drive whatever it was.

The thing about my parents' love was that it wasn't just Dad being an active participant. Mom loved him hard and she showed him. I remembered watching her walk up behind him and whisper that she loved him, just because. I remembered the way his eyes always lit up when she did.

If I was going to accept a love like my dad's, I was going to give a love like my mom's.