Page 4 of Such A Good Guy

A baby?

I’ve never given any thought to the entire concept before, but the more I think about it, the more I want to give her the family she’s dreaming of.

It would tie us together foralways.

And what better way to convince her to love me than to give her what she wants, what she’scraving?

In a gentlemanly manner, of course.

Later, her bedroom is quiet as I move silently toward Luna’s sleeping form.

I’ve broken into her room so many times that my breaking and entering skills are second nature to me now, as is the automatic habit of swiping her extra room key every time I see one, the slick plastic disappearing between my fingers the moment her cute little back is turned to squeal as she looks out the window at the sight of sunshine on bright blue waves.

I don’t give a shit about the scenery, though. Never have. The only thing I care about it her.

Even though I know all the burglar tip to get silently into a room now, it never fails to thrill meevery goddamn time, my skin breaking out in goosebumps as I near her bed and I can inhale her scent with a deep, shuddering breath.

The whole room smells like her perfume, like the sun on her skin, her apricot shampoo, like that exquisite taste that can only be enjoyed when you lick down her neck.

I can’t wait until she smells like creamy, silky, full-bodiedmilk.

And once she’s round with my baby, she will.

I met my best friend’s little sister when she was a freshman in college and I was a senior, and nine years later I’m still obsessed with Luna Gallagher.

The ground under me shifts slightly as the cruise ship makes its way through the sparkling waters of the Caribbean Sea.

It’s the annual family cruise, of course, and the Gallagher family wouldn’t dream of going on their vacation without me. I’m practically part of the family and have made sure of that since the day I first saw Luna.

Unfortunately, being the golden boy of the family hasn’t worked to make her fall in love with me.

Yet.

But I have a plan.

I carefully pull the covers off her, and Luna is lying there before me in panties and a big loose T-shirt, one curvy leg draped over a pillow, her arms sprawled out so the thin fabric of the shirt clings to her heavy, luscious breasts.

I can feel the drool begin to pool my mouth and I try to calm my physical reactions to her.

Icannotfuck this up.

This is my chance to give Luna what she’s wanted and show herI’ma family man who wants nothing more than to be the best husband a goddess like her could ever have.

I’m aware there’s something not quite. . .standardabout my brain. I know what my band members and guys like Luna’s brother say about women. They want to fuck as many women as they can, don’t want to be tied down to any one woman. They don’t respect women except as booty calls.

But I respect thefuckout of Luna.

Which is why I’m going to be as gentle as possible when I do this.

I don’t have the same emotions and feelings that other people seem to have, the passion they feel for their sports teams and their hobbies, their religion, their parents.

I don’t have any of that, I don’tfeelany of that.

For me, all the space that might be taken up with ambition, friends, one-night stands, parties, money, fame, is all replaced with one thing: the woman lying totally unknowing and innocentin front of me, her long dark curls spread out over the pure white of her pillowcase.

Even though there’s a lot of complex equipment this time and I must stay focused and not let lust take over, I can’t resist taking out my scissors. They’re well-worn, the metal heavy and reassuring in my palm. My breath starts to hitch, my balls instantly flooded with hot cum, swelling with heavy, urgent pressure against my legs.

My body wants her badly, so badly.

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