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Over the next couple of hours, I get to know the McDowell family a little better. They are all wonderful. Somehow, being here, I feel more at home than I do when I’m with my own family. They all are so nice and so welcoming.

And watching Don with Kaylee is the cutest thing ever. She has Uncle D wrapped around her little finger. He plays Barbies, watches videos she shows him, gives piggyback and horse rides, and reads her favorite book to her over and over. I’ve never thought much about the whole motherhood thing, but if I ever did, I could see having a kid with someone like Don. He would make an incredible father.

We eat dinner while Jill and Denise take turns telling stories about Don when he was younger. They tell me about how he always loved any and all animals—trying to bring every single one of them home to keep as a pet. And how he had a crush on his third-grade teacher and sent her a note asking her to be his Valentine.

I can tell he’s embarrassed, but honestly, nothing that they are telling me makes me love him any less. On the contrary. They just add to the growing list of reasons why I am crazy about him.

After dinner, they even pull out the photo albums. And what do you know? Even back then, he was a little heartthrob.

Same dark hair.

Same piercing blue eyes.

Same crooked smile.

Even when he was tall and lanky in his early teenage years, he was still handsome. I wonder if there was ever a time in his life when women weren’t just fawning all over him.

Probably not.

I’m sure women have always gone crazy for him. They probably still do. I just don’t see it.

But as we look at the photos, I feel his arm wrap around my shoulders, and every once in a while, he gives me a soft kiss on the cheek. And something remarkable hits me.

Something that gives me butterflies in my stomach and tingles everywhere else.

He’s mine.

Chapter Thirty-five

Don

I’m still half-asleep when I feel a soft hand wrap around my cock. I almost always wake up with a hard-on, and this morning is no different. But this time, it seems that Abby is doing something about it.

My eyes open to see her head on my chest with her pretty brown eyes looking up at me.

As she squeezes a little harder, I hiss, “Fuck, baby. That feels so fucking good.”

I try to be quiet, not wanting my mother to hear what we are doing. I look around, trying to listen to where she is in the house.

Abby notices and leans in to whisper, “She’s not here. I got up to go get some water, and there’s a note on the table that she went to the store.”

“Oh, thank God,” I say. “I wouldn’t want her to hear what I’m about to do to you.”

Before she can ask what I mean, I quickly flip us so that she’s underneath me.

She giggles, “You know, I was trying to make you feel good.”

Pulling up her t-shirt to take each one of her nipples into my mouth, I say, “And while I fucking love that, I need to feel your sweet pussy wrapped around me right now.”

“Well, I definitely want to give you what you need.” She laughs.

While I lick and suck on her nipples, my hand reaches underneath her pajama pants to slide two fingers inside. God, she’s always so wet and ready for me.

As much as I want to tease her all day, I know that our time is limited. My mother won’t be gone long, and I don’t want to leave either of us unsatisfied.

I quickly grab a condom out of my suitcase, roll it on, and slide into her. I start slow, but it isn’t long before Abby is arching her back and begging for more.

“Harder,” she moans.

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