Page 35 of Gash

“I know you’ve fucked otherwomen.”

He covered her hand that was around hiscock with his own.“There won’t be any other women now,Char.”

“You don’t knowthat.”

“I’m not a cheater.”He’dwitnessed the hell that Hardy had put himself and Rose through.Hewasn’t about to make the same mistake.“No more women, that’s apromise.”

He’d remain faithful for the rest ofhis life.

She slid her hand over his cock, andGash couldn’t help but love the fact no other man knew how damnperfect she was.No other man had known how big her tits were, orhow tight her cunt was.Only him.

Gash had never considered himself apossessive man before, but with Charlotte in his arms, in his life,he could get used to the feeling.Sliding his fingers up the insideof her thigh, he teased her sweet pussy, pressing a finger insideher heat as he claimed her lips.Charlotte teased his cock, movingher hand up and down his length, arousing him further.

He could get used to this.

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Whizz was printing some of the lastpieces of information for Gash and Charlotte when the doorbellrang.He frowned, glancing over at Lacey who was reading her book.Quickly grabbing his cell phone, he saw that Lash had left him amessage about thirty minutes ago that he was going to bearound.

“It’s Lash,” Whizz said.“I’ll go and answer it.”

Leaving the nerd room, which was aname that had certainly stuck, he opened the front door.

“What are you doing here?”Whizz asked, moving out of the way.The rain was coming in thickand fast.Lacey came out of the nerd room, and moved toward thesupply closet where they kept spare towels in case of adownpour.

“I’ve come to ask you and Laceysomething.”

“Come on into my office,”Whizz said, taking a seat at the computer.He closed the screens sohe wasn’t distracted with work to answer Lash’squestions.

“What’s going on, Lash?”Lacey asked.“Do you want a sandwich or anything?”

“God no,” Lash said,holding his hand up.

“My cooking is not thatbad!”

“No, it’sworse.”

Whizz chuckled, and Lacey did the same.They couldn’t argue.Lacey’s cooking was the worst.

“What brings you here?”Whizzmoved to sit beside his wife, tugging her against his side.Laceysnuggled in close, and he stroked her arm.With Lacey in his arms,he felt he could take on the entire world, and win.Nothing couldstop him providing he had her with him.

“Daisy.”

“The little girl?Tabitha’sfriend?”Lacey asked.

“Yes.”

“What about her?”Whizzasked.

“Angel wants us to adopt her, butthe biggest problem at the moment is she’s having a hard time withthis pregnancy.She can’t handle another child.Anthony, he’shelping out where he can—”

“Wait?Is this Daisy with theaddicts as parents?”Lacey asked, arms folded.

“Yeah.I had spoken to mylawyer about them before, and he looked into it.It seems Daisy’sparents have always passed social services inspections.Theirtrailer, even though it’s small, is still livable and safe to havea kid.The only thing my lawyer said I could do was to give them atalking to.”

“Are you fucking shittingme right now?”Whizz asked.“They’re addicts!”

“Tiny and I have talked withthem, but they’re not listening.Angel had to go and pick Daisy upfrom school, three hours after all the other kids left.I wastalking with Angel, and we could adopt Daisy, and keep her awayfrom those bastards.”

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