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“I don’t know who he is . . . but when I meet him someday, he’s going to be the most perfect man in the whole wide world,” she says with her arms out wide. “He’s going to say nice things to me and build lots of cool stuff for the fort, like a bathroom, a skylight so we can watch the stars, and a garden outside so we can grow vegetables. But only the good vegetables, not the gross ones.”
I swear to god if he does this for her, Im gonna die
“Do you like-like me, Lonan? I stare. What if she doesn’t like-like me back? I don’t know what I’m supposed to say, but I better say something soon, because it looks like she might cry. I open my mouth but close it again. Should I tell her the truth? I’ve never told a girl I like-like her before. But this is Birdie I’m talking to, I can’t lie to her.
Stop, this is so cute
I want someone who will bang me like a screen door in a hurricane. Loud, hard, and often. Nothing too crazy, just passionate. I want to feel wanted by someone.
“I bet that’s what he looks like when he jacks off. Think his dick is as big as that cocktail shaker?”
“What should I be looking for?” “Books that have writing in them.” She stares at me for a moment before saying dryly, “Oh, thank God you said that—I’ve never seen a journal before!”
“Nope, just a big box full of nutcrackers,” she confirms. “Name of your sex tape,” I
“That’s impossible. Nobody sucks at cooking. If you can read, you can cook. What’s the best thing you can make?” “Peanut butter and jelly sandwich.” She covers her mouth with faux shock. “Oh my God, I didn’t realize you were illiterate. I’m so sorry.”
There’s my girl.
AHHHHHHHHHHHH
Me: You think you can handle the 50 Shades of PB&J? Gray: PenisBalls&Jizz? What the fuck? And yes, please. Me: You’re disgusting. Me: Wanna get married? Gray: Room 804
“Do you want to watch a movie?” she suggests. “Wow! Buy me a drink first?” “What do you think the water was for?” I like this one. “Clever girl.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were making fun of me.” “I would never.”
“Nuh-uh. If you want something, you need to ask for it.” “Harder,” she says softly. “Come on. Tell me what you want, baby.” “I know you can hear me. I want you to fuck me harder!” I chuckle and slam into her, plunging deeper with each long stroke, just like she asked. “God, you’re something else, you know that? You are suuuch a good girl when you use your words.”
“So, I’m dead?” “Basically,” Jack answers, leaning back in his chair. I turn to him. “Can I be made undead?” “Nope. We gotta kill you now. Needs to match the paperwork.”
“I promise you, if anything develops between us, she will hurt me long before I hurt her.” Though, I hope it never comes to that.
“Aunt Birdie! Lonan says I’m supposed to ask you to be on his team, but not to tell you that he said to be on his team.” From the other room, Lonan yells, “Miss Maddie, your ability to follow instructions leaves much to be desired!”
A+ wingwoman
After, I join Maddie, Lonan, and Audrey in the living room. He’s relaxed with one of his arms stretched over the back of the sofa. I feign a scolding expression and mouth, The child? Really?
He’s definitely nailed the bad-boy-next-door look. I, too, want to nail the bad boy next door. Again.
He doesn’t hand me one. No, that would be too easy. Instead, he positions himself in front of them, watching me with a wicked gleam in his eye. I walk toward the glasses, but his feet remain firmly planted, blocking me from the shelf.
“Could you hand me a glass?” He takes another drink. “What’s the magic word?” I reach out. “Please?” He grabs a glass and holds it out to me. “That’s a good girl.”
“You only feel scared because you’re doing something really brave. It’s going to be okay. If you ever need anything, just ask.”
They’re pretty, but none could ever compare to how stunning this girl is, especially when she’s wearing my number. My chin drops to my chest to hide my sly smile, imagining her wearing nothing else. Except maybe my fingers wrapped around her throat like a collar. I already know she looks great on all fours.
“If I was flirting, I’d tell you how turned on I am seeing you in my number and how pretty you look straddling me like this. Do you remember what happened the last time you were on my lap?”
“This creep named Lonan. Plays hockey, obsessed with me, about yay tall.” She holds her hand at the top of my head. “Oh, yeah. I know that guy. Hear he’s got a big dick, though.”
“How much did you have?” “No,” she says, nodding her head. That answers that.
I need to go home and clear my head—both of them.
“Dude, I just got back, and you’re already giving me shit?” “How long are you going to milk that abducted-child card, huh?”
This is true sibling behavior
“I remember!” He stabs his finger into his chest. “I remember enough for both of us. Do you want me to prove it? You triple-knotted your shoelaces for good luck. You wore overalls all the time and your right strap was always twisted. You were scared of ladybugs, but not spiders—which is really fucking strange, by the way. You dreamed of becoming a marine biologist when you grew up. When we played house, you made yourself the armadillo—yeah, armadillo—every goddamn time. You had the coolest rock collection. Oh, and your favorite ice cream flavor was cotton candy.”
“That’s right, Little Bird. I’m the one that makes you shiver.”
Now it’s my turn to crawl to her.
“Look at you, spreading your pretty legs for me, showing off your wet, barely covered cunt.”
“Well, have fun listening through the fucking walls tonight, knowing it should have been you.”
Drag his ass girl
“Oh my God! What are you doing here?” she squawks. Her fingers stall, and her legs press together. “I’m getting changed. What are you doing here?” “Sorry, um, I was—” “Did I say you could stop?”
Ha—she thinks this seat is for her. “Sit back down. This is for me.” I want a front-row seat to watching her come. She plops down but is hesitant to begin again, so I remind her. “You ready to be an exhibitionist for me? Lift that dress again, and show me how you make yourself come.”
She releases a huff, and I can’t help but chuckle. “Something funny?” she hisses. I unzip my fly and take out the thick erection straining against my zipper. “It’s cute when you struggle. You want to come so bad.”
I clench my fist a little harder around my length when she shows how obedient she can be.
“Fuck.” I chuckle. “Yeah, that’s what I’ve been looking for. You love the attention, don’t you?”
“Yes, you can. Show me how you make that sweet pussy come all over your fingers. I want to see how pretty you look when your tight cunt is stuffed with every inch of me. You’re going to milk every fucking drop out of this cock. Look how hard I am for you. Come on, Gray. Show me what a good girl you can be.”
“That’s it, baby,” I growl. “Such a good girl.”
I want whatever this is to be different—so I need to treat her differently from the women before her—which is also why I purchased a new bed and mattress last week. Eventually, I’ll have her in my bed, and she deserves no one’s sloppy seconds.
“That’s right, show me how much you love this. I wanna see you make that perfect pussy come again while I’m buried in your throat.”
“That’s it, baby girl. Take all of me.”
“We aren’t married, so we don’t wear wedding rings.” “But you live together. And all my friends’ aunts and uncles that live together are married,” she says, trying to understand. “Uncle Lonan and I are just friends.” My eyebrows shoot up. Excuse me? “Do you want to get married?” Maddie asks. “Someday,” I respond, keeping my gaze fixed on my future bride. Bridget clears her throat. “Are the chicken nuggets ready to go in now?” “Nice segue. You and I will talk about this later.”
I decided to marry Bridget when I was eight. I don’t need to think anymore.
“Your to-do list wasn’t the easiest, and I didn’t get everything . . . but”—he
I KNEW IT
“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t even know what I’m going to do to you now.”
I grasp her jaw and bring her back to my face. “Who’s going to fuck you tonight?” “You are,” she whispers.
“And who decides if you’re going to come?” “You.” Thrust. “Will you be a good girl for me?” “Yes.” Thrust. “Will you be a good wife for me too?” She pauses. “What? Lonan, I . . .” I don’t move. She clenches her jaw and grips my shoulders, trying to hold off her orgasm. “Come on, sweetheart—I’m done playing. Whose wife are you?”
“Such a good fucking wife,”
“Were you a good girl today?” Oh fuck. I try not to show my excitement. “Yes.” “I’d say you were a very good girl. Tonight, you and I are the only things that exist. Spread your knees.”
