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Then he fucks me.

Hard.

So hard my knees aren’t the only place I’ll be feeling it tomorrow.

His fingers play against my clit as he pounds into me, and I fall apart around him.

He falls seconds behind me, bucking into me roughly until his thrusts steadily subside and he falls forward against me.

“Is it always going to feel this good?” he says, voice scratchy and exhausted.

I hope so.

Slice Sixteen

Winston

There are very few things I’m certain about in this life.

The St. Louis Blues are the greatest hockey team there ever was.

Slayer is the ultimate metal band.

I was born to wield a camera in my hands.

And I am steadily falling in love with Drew Woods.

It’s not just the sex, though it’s easily the best I’ve ever had. It’s more than that.

It’s the way she takes care of her son and everyone else around her…beforeherself. Her resilience. Her tenacity. The smartass comments. Her self-reliance.

Her really great rack.

Drew is the perfect package.

Last week when we had the house to ourselves and we fucked on the patio, I thought for sure I was going to spill my feelings all over the damn place like a fool when she asked me what we were doing. Somehow, I reined them in and was able to shift the conversation more toward a topic she’d understand—sex.

I’m not ready to tell her, and she’s not ready to hear it.

We’re walking a careful line right now, and neither of us are ready to step over it.

“Are you ready yet?”

“Just a few more minutes…”

I look down at Riker, who is already strapped into his car seat. “Your mother is the slowest human on the planet.”

“I can hear you, you know,” Drew says from the bathroom where I guess she’s still working on her makeup.

“Well, color me shocked, because I told you to be ready at five and it’s now”—I check my cell phone—“five fifteen. We’re gonna miss all the fun stuff.”

“We are not. Quit being a baby. Just give me two more minutes.”

Today is the first time we’ve had the same day off since the night on the back deck. I’ve upped my hours to full-time, trying to replenish my savings after paying for Drew’s apartment and car. And, okay, maybe to prove to her I’m not a complete waste of space.

But my new full-time status is nothing compared to what Drew’s been doing.

The crazy girl has been picking up at least three doubles a week on top of her full-time schedule because my father’s finally letting her in the kitchen.

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