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“Let’s do it!” I said.

I got off him. I used my shirt to clean us off. Derek threw his legs back, exposing a pink hole amid a thick dusting of dark blond hairs. His legs were thick and strong, his ass nice and big.

I flicked my tongue over his opening. It was very tight. He grunted above me.

“You doing good?” I asked. “If at any point, you don’t like this, tell me and I’ll stop.”

“Don’t stop. It feels weird, but a good weird. I’m not used to being this…”

“Vulnerable?”

“Yeah.”

“Join the club,” I said.

I swirled my tongue over his ass, pulling his cheeks farther apart so I could get better access. I massaged my finger on his opening, felt it quiver under my touch. With my free hand, I stroked his lubed-up cock. Pre-come seeped onto my fingers, which I then dragged down to coat his hole. Derek’s voice cracked with curious pleasure, someone discovering whole new sensations.

Just as he played me at both ends, I returned the favor, stroking him and fingering him, feeling his ass tighten around my finger and tongue as his cock became even more engorged.

“Cary. Fuck. Don’t fucking stop.”

He clenched around my finger as his cock spurted hot waves of come. It dribbled down his shaft and balls and hit my tongue. Derek was a mess. He was my mess.

I stretched out next to Derek, pushing the mattress to its limit. I rested my head on his shoulder. We stared up at the ceiling together, the quiet of the neighborhood bringing down our heart rates.

“I was going to bring you a bottle of champagne to celebrate the new house. This was much better,” I said.

“I hope you’re ready to help me christen every room in this place.”

31

DEREK

Iloved sleeping in my own bed in my own room. I loved not hearing the loud noises of Josh and Quentin playing at seven in the morning. After a year of upheaval, Jolene and I were finally home.

The house was perfect for us. Small enough to feel cozy but not suffocating. Except when we had to share the bathroom.

“Are you almost done in there?” I knocked on the bathroom door again. Usually, our schedules didn’t overlap so this was never a problem. But it was Saturday night, and we were getting ready for a fun night of back-to-back parties.

“Give me a minute!” she yelled back.

“You said that ten minutes ago.” I tightened my tie, not used to this article of clothing around my neck. I had to check that it was on correctly.

Jolene yanked the door open. “It’s all yours.”

She scooted past me, her hair flowing down her back in cascading waves, pretty as ever in a black dress…a black dress that seemed a bit shorter than the ones she usually wore.Uh oh. It’s starting.

“How’s the tie?” I asked.

“Perfect. You look handsome, Dad. Cary is going to love it.”

I smiled at the prospect of him seeing me in a suit. I couldn’t wait to celebrate his victory as top salesman tonight. He was going to be getting a plaque and everything. Jolene gave me a crash course in using the swanky features on my iPhone so that I took the best pictures.

I snapped out of my excitement to study my daughter’s face. She was always so happy, so easygoing. How had I been blessed with such a wonderful daughter? This had been a tumultuous year.

“Jo, let’s go to the living room.”

Jolene sunk into a plush armchair that Cal lobbied for me to get while I sat uncomfortably on the arm of the couch.

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