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“Ow, fuck, my knee,” he said, rolling off me.

“My ribsss,” I wheezed.

He turned his head, a grin lifting his full lips as our gazes caught. “Now I see why people say having kids puts a cramp on your sex life.”

“Is that what just happened? Or did Fred just wingman us? I mean, we are on a bed.”

“He’s such a good boy,” Josh said, rolling back my way. “Extra treats for him tonight.”

And then he was on me, big body rising over mine, my very own unmasked fantasy come to life.

Chapter 20

Josh

Ibrushed Aly’s hair back from her face. She knew. This gorgeous, kind, sexy woman had found out about my past, and instead of running away, she dug her heels in and taught me things about myself that shifted my perspective.

How the fuck had I gotten so lucky?

I’d spent my entire life convinced that I couldn’t have someone like her. That I wasn’t safe. That a ticking time bomb lived inside my mind, and once I reached some unseen point, it would go off, andboom, I’d become just like my father. Mom and Rob had tried to tell me that wasn’t true. So did Tyler, in his own way. So had my therapist. It wasn’t until Aly that I started to think they were telling the truth.

And no, it wasn’t because meeting the right person at the right time had magically healed me. I’d been warming up to the idea for a while. Aly was simply the final hurdle. She’d let herself be vulnerable with me, and instead of taking advantage of that and harming her, all I wanted to do was cherish her instead.

It was time to accept it once and for all: I was nothing like my father, at least not where it mattered most.

A distant meow caught my attention. Right. Fred.

“Stay right here,” I told Aly.

She scratched her nails down my back. “Or what?”

I shot her a dark look. “Or I’ll decide it’s time for your punishment.”

She grinned. “For what?”

It was obvious she had no idea what I was talking about or how much she’d scared and worried me earlier, or she wouldn’t have been giving me such a flirtatious look. I gripped her chin, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that she’d know I was serious. “For coming out of your bedroom after you told me you’d stay put.”

Her smile faltered. “But I heard someone get punched and worried it was you.”

I shook my head. “And if it had been, seeing you would have been such a distraction that I probably would have gotten hit again. You gave me your word, Aly. And then you broke it.”

“I was scared you were hurt, and I did what I felt was right,” she said, her stubborn streak emerging. “And I was careful. I snuck out with a loaded gun. If you’d been on the ground, I would have shot Brad. I’m not sorry for what I did.”

“You will be by the time I’m done with you,” I said, leaning in to bite her lower lip.

Her eyes were wide as I pulled away, her expression a mix of surprise, worry, and what looked like anticipation. I reached down and stroked a thumb over the spot where her nipple pebbled her thin sweater, just long enough for her to arch into the pleasure before I pinched her, drawing a shocked gasp from her lips.

“Josh,” she said as I stood and turned away. “You can’t be serious about punishing me.”

I paused at the door and looked back at her. “I am. But not right now. We don’t have time. I have no idea how long Tylerplans to give us, and I need to be inside you. Go start the shower while I gather our wayward child.”

She nodded, my fierce, strong girlfriend turning compliant at the command in my tone. That switch had been thrown inside me again, and now that I no longer feared my needs turning dangerous, I didn’t have to hold back. It made me impatient, borderline grouchy that I wasn’t already balls-deep in Aly’s tight, welcoming pussy.

She scrambled up as I turned and left, and I heard her rushing for my en suite bathroom, as ready for this as I was. It was becoming increasingly apparent that Aly had a switch similar to mine. Her job demanded that she always be in control. She was solely responsible for her house, car, yard work, Fred’s care, and her own welfare. It was easy to see why she was so submissive with me in the bedroom – she needed someone else to take control. She craved feeling safe and protected just as much as she wanted it rough and dirty. We were the perfect pairing in that regard.

The sound of the shower turning on followed me out of the bedroom as I looked for Fred. He was nowhere to be seen at first glance in the living room, and thanks to the acoustics in there, the echo from his next yowl made it sound like he was behind the couch. I leaned over it, searching for him, but he wasn’t there. Another yowl had me stalking into Tyler’s room. He’d left the door open, and it would be just my luck that Fred would decide to piss on Tyler’s dirty laundry pile, conveniently located right next to his empty hamper.

My roommate was going to drive his future partner insane one day with shit like that. Maybe I could tell them about my successful sock experiment, and they could use it to fix the rest of Tyler’s bad habits.

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