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Stone popped him in the mouth, then stared at the man writhing in pain on the ground. “I’ll be the one teachin’ your son how to kick a soccer ball since it won’t be you. Lemmeshow you my skills.” With that he hauled off and kicked Gentry in the ribs, hearing a satisfying crack.
Still not good enough.
Gentry, now curled in a ball on his side, exposed Stone’s next target. This time he aimed for the man’s kidney.
Oh yeah, that would leave a mark.
But Stone still wasn’t satisfied that the man had learned his lesson, so he delivered one last blow.
A boot to the temple put Taryn’s ex into a temporary time-out.
Stone - 2. Vic the Dick - 0.
For a final parting gift, he unzipped his jeans, yanked out his dick, and pissed on Gentry’s busted up face.
That was going to sting.
Too bad he didn’t need to take a shit, too.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Stone tookit as a good sign that a whole month later they hadn’t heard a fucking peep from Vic the Dick. The warning that Taryn still didn’t know about—nor did she need to—must have been effective.
Using Gentry’s release as an excuse, he had convinced her to stay with him a while longer—for her and Wren’s safety, of fucking course—and continue playing house with their little patchwork family.
Crazy enough, that was what it had turned into. An actual family.
One Stone found he didn’t mind coming home to.
No invisible collar choked his neck like it had when Sheena told him she was pregnant. He’d hardly been able to breathe for a fucking week.
At the time, he thought the life he loved was over. It turned out he was wrong. He didn’t need to take Sheena as part of the deal when it came to his daughter.
Was she a thorn in his side? Damn right she was. But he didn’t need to share a home or bed with her.
Maybe it was different with Taryn because he knew this wasn’t long term and this arrangement would end eventually.
Right?
Damn.
That thought shouldn’t fucking bother him as much as it did. Since he wasn’t in the market for an ol’ lady, herstayingshould bother him, not the idea of her leaving.
At what point did his goddamn brain shift?
Was it too much pot, beer, and whiskey softening his gray matter?
Or was it because the sex between him and Taryn was fucking awesome?
He couldn’t get enough of sliding between her thighs, eating her pussy, or her lips on his dick. Despite fucking her every night and every damn morning, when he wasn’t with her, he had an insane urge to hunt her down and fuck her where she stood.
Once they got off, they continued going about their day.
Thank fuck she never said no and wanted it as much as he did. Even better was when she was the initiator instead of him. Sometimes if he was nearby, she’d finish filming her content for the day, then would grab his hand and they’d head up to his room at The Castle. There, they could be as loud as they wanted since the kids were at school. And hearing a woman orgasming echoing down the hallway wasn’t new to his brothers.
Or could his change of mindset be because of his girl slowly coming around to the fact that Momma and Baby Bird weren’t flying the coop anytime soon? His girl was finally getting a fucking clue that Taryn was thereforher; more caring and concerned about raising her right than Sunny’s biological mother.
Fuckin’ Sheena.
