The Only One (Wrench Kings ,#3)

by Daisy Jane

And once you are confident with whatever you’re most insecure about, you will literally own your life. There won’t be a single thing you can’t do.”

I just like that someone is thinking of how I was treated. And cares to stake claim to my well-being. That’s an incredibly basic gift of humanity and one that I have gone far too long without. And it feels so freaking good to finally have it.

I can’t help but think the food would have tasted a lot better if Delane were here to share it with me.

Maybe if Salsa loves her, she’ll have a harder time giving me up. Wow.

my favorite first was just having an evening with the woman I’m pretty sure I love.

This raging jealousy inside me is so uncomfortable; I’m not used to feeling so out of control of my emotions.

I head into the shop, not telling her that the keys are not the only thing of mine she owns.

I’ve loved my place since the day I signed the lease because it was all mine, and I could do or be whatever I wanted within this space. And I’ve been free, living how I want, for years.

I understand what home feels like, what it means. It’s not even my apartment, either. It’s the way the space feels when someone you love is inside.

I guess I could say I’d been exploring new things to avenge my lost childhood, yes, but I’ve always been drawn to things that distract me. Things that eat up my time and spit me out further down the line. If I’m left without something to learn or a letter to write, or a person to help, I have to think about myself and how the entirety of my life so far hurts my heart and that all I want is to start a new life with someone I love and move

may be a virgin, but I know all about love. How hard it is to lose when it’s unconditional yet one-sided. But I felt that twinge of pain and pleasure when I first saw her. She was blowing a bubble with her gum, typing on the computer, and listening to something in her EarPods. And I just felt the unbelievable and all-consuming, crushing weight of love. Right then. I knew whatever complexities she had; I’d want them. Whatever troubles she had, I’d try to solve them. Whatever she needed from me, I’d give her. I felt it. The way you can open your palms under a rainy sky and feel the chill of the sky’s tears, the love for her was there, inside me, from day one. And I wasn’t wrong. Each new thing I learned about Delane, I fell deeper. Alice down the Rabbit Hole is nothing compared to I fell in love with Delane, and that’s the truth.

am a family man. I want a family. I want to give them everything mine failed to give me. And do it with patience and kindness, giving my children as many answers as I can. And admitting when I don’t know. I want a house full of love and warmth, and passion.

it's one of those things you just don't talk about. Boasting about taking a role in someone’s life is kind of gross.

I do as she says to make her happy. And I trust her. I do trust her.

And even though he’ll get to belong to someone else one day, I’m honored to have him in my life in this season and to get to know him this well.

Because no matter where she heads, I’d trail behind her the entire way.

“Delane,” I say her name with forced huskiness because every ounce of strength inside me ceases to exist with her straddling my locked cock. I’m putty for her; I’m a fluid, molten, liquid mess. She could drink me, spit me out, slap me, destroy me–she could wreck me, and I’d love her harder. Because I’m an actual fucking fool for her.

despite the fact I’ve not been touched, and I’m caged, I’m pretty sure Delane can make me cum just from existing this close to me.

I nod. “Good boy.” He shivers a little. “Fuck. I liked that name.” I repeat it. “Good boy?” He nods. “I’d fucking love to be your good boy.”