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She smiled sweetly. “Of course. Back when my husband was still with us, God rest his soul, I used to make a list every Friday night for him to find on Saturday morning. This list had a very specific name. Anyone know?”

“Ohh,” Roland breathed out.

Miss Georgina smiled at him knowingly. “Roland’s figured it out.”

“I haven’t, Grandma. Tell me,” Indie said, pouting.

No one else seemed to know either, so she said, “A Honey-do list. It was a list of all the chores that needed done and things that needed fixed. My honey checked everything off that list and then double-checked to make sure he didn’t miss anything. That’s how Roland is for me and all of my neighbors. He’s thoughtful and diligent, and he never forgets a thing. Roland’s business should be called Honey-do Handyman.”

“I love it,” Roland said softly. Then again, louder. “I really love it. That’s perfect.”

“Good.” She put her teacup on the table next to her. “Now, who’s taking me home?”

Everyone left quickly after that, helping us clean up as they went, and finally we were alone. Roland pulled me into his arms and kissed me softly. I worried that it meant we were going straight to bed, but his kisses grew hungrier. Breaking away, I ran for his room, whipping my shirt over my head as I went. I’d given this a lot of thought, and I suspected he’d get nervous actually being in bed with a man for the first time. I didn’t expect anal or anything, but I really wanted to get naked with him.

“Oh, it’s like that, is it, shortcake?” he yelled, and I heard him chasing behind me. By the time I jumped onto his bed, I was down to my glittery silver boxer briefs. Roland stood at the door, still completely dressed, drinking me in. I knew when he reached my silver painted toenails because he burst out laughing.

I wiggled them for effect, just wanting him to have fun. “What?”

“You’re too much.”

Rolling over onto my knees, I moved to the edge of the bed and stretched my arms out toward him. “I just don’t want you to be nervous tonight, Daddy.”

“The only thing I’m worried about is you not being so excited once you see me naked. I’m not as young as I once was, shortcake.”

“But you’re so sexy. I’ve always thought so. Everyone thinks so,” I said with a growl.

“You sound like a disgruntled kitten,” he said, moving closer and running his calloused hands over my shoulders and down my arms. “Maybe I should call you kitten instead.”

“Don’t you dare. I like being your shortcake.”

He leaned down and licked a stripe up the side of my neck. “I like it, too.”

“And, Daddy, just so you know. I don’t expect anything crazy tonight. We can rub off on each other or I’ll give you a blow job and you can watch me jerk off or whatever makes you comfortable.”

He stood back and smirked. Crossing his arms over his chest. “What if I want anal?”

My pulse skyrocketed and my dick went harder than nails. “You were serious? You’ve…”

“Oh yeah, and I like it a lot.”

Roland dove at me, rolling me on to my back and proceeded to kiss and lick every bit of my skin. Stop for a long time to play with my happy trail in fascination. He proved his love for ass-play by making me so crazy I screamed before he ever took off any of his clothes. “You’re fucking amazing,” I breathed.

His gaze slid sideways, shyer than I’d ever seen him before, but when I stroked my dick and licked my lips, he was back in thegame, suiting up with a condom and entering me slowly. He stared into my eyes in a way that I’d never experienced before. It was so intimate, so loving. He rocked his hip slowly, and didn’t let me go until we both came with a shout.

Roland

Last night had been wonderful.From watching Indie up there on that stage, to reconnecting with my friends, then making the final decision to start my own business, and then having Miss Georgina—my favorite girl in the whole world name said business—I couldn't have asked for a better night. Until it soared better straight into amazing.

Everything about Kenny was sexy and fun. With everyone leaving so late, I half expected us to fall straight into bed and fall right to sleep. Maybe not him, but I hadn't been sure I'd be able to stay up. But I'd forgotten who I'd be sleeping next to, and keeping up a certain part of my body definitely hadn’t been a hardship. I'd almost stayed in bed with him this morning instead of getting up to have my cup of coffee with the birds and meet the day, but my mind was racing, and I didn't want to wake him up.

The sliding door to the house opened, and I turned, expecting to see Cameron. A sleepy, rumpled Kenny, wearing one of my T-shirts, with his hair sticking up all over the place and swaying on his feet.

“What are you doing up, shortcake?” I asked, rushing to his side to make sure he didn’t fall over.

“The bed got cold without you in there with me,” he grumbled.

“I was going to come back in and lay down with you before you woke up. I didn’t expect you to be up this early. I'm sorry.”

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