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A place she hit first, with me following closely at her heels.

I didn’t know why today was different.

Didn’t know why it felt so good. Didn’t know why I’d even taken her in the first place while she was sleeping.

But I loved it. Loved every single second of it.

The moment her pussy started to clamp down on my cock, I let go. Poured everything I had in me to give inside of her tight welcoming hole.

Her body collapsed and I followed her down, my hips still jerking involuntarily as I went.

“This was the best wake-up call I’ve ever received,” she panted, turning her face so she could breathe without being smothered by the pillows surrounding her head.

I chuckled. “Happy to be of service any time I feel like it.”

She snorted and turned just a little more, placing a chaste kiss against my bearded cheek.

Then her nose curled slightly.

“Your beard smells like my vagina,” she mentioned casually.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I murmured, letting my lips trail over her cheek.

“We need to go shower.”

“I don’t want to go shower. I want to lay here, inside of you, for the rest of my life.”

“That’ll get kind of awkward when your parents want to see you,” she mentioned.

A smile curved the sides of my lips up.

“Yeah, I could see how that could be awkward,” I agreed. “But for now, just tonight, I want to lay like this.”

I curled her in tighter to me, and then buried my face into the side of her neck.

“There’s a line.” She pulled away from me. “That I’m not willing to cross.”

“What line is that,” I moaned when my cock slipped free of her, allowing it to fall heavily against one thigh with a wet slap.

“A line where you sleep with dried vaginal juices on your face all night,” she laughed, picking up a pillow that fell to the floor at some point during our lovemaking.

“What if I wanted to save it for later?” I followed her up, heading behind her into the bathroom.

“You don’t need to save anything for later,” she tossed over her shoulder. “All you need to do is ask, and I’ll gladly give you more.”

My eyes lit with excitement.

“Yeah?” I teased.

She bent over to turn the water on in the shower, and I licked my lips as I got another glimpse of her pussy, only this time that pussy had my come running out of it.

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “Ready and willing whenever you are.”

I followed her into the shower, and winced as the hot water hit my skin.

“What is it with you and your hot showers?” I asked mildly, stepping back so it hit my legs first and not my face.

“What’s the point of a shower if it’s not hot?” she asked.

“There’s hot…” I winced as I moved forward so more of my legs were under the direct flow, and continued. “And then there’s ‘melting my goddamn face off’ hot.”

She snickered.

“Don’t be a pansy.”

In order not to be seen as a pansy in Sway’s eyes, I gritted my teeth and stepped forward until I was crowded around her body, the piping hot spray that was about fifty degrees too hot, sprayed down on my back and shoulders, running down my body, and likely peeling my skin off with it as it went.

“It feels good once you get used to it,” she pointed out.

I dropped my eyes to hers, and grinned.

“As long as you’re with me, baby, I can handle just about anything.”Chapter 19It’s a joke, not a dick. Don’t take it so hard.

-Coffee Cup

Hancock

“You can’t do this, Hancock!” Sway screamed. “You’re not a freakin’ Special Forces guru! You’re a goddamned professional baseball player. You’ve never even been in the military! Seriously, you can’t do this! You could die!”

I looked at her, hollowness in my heart.

“You don’t understand,” I rasped. “If I don’t, how is he going to get home?”

She shook her head in defeat.

“I don’t know, but I know this isn’t the way,” she repeated. “Please don’t do this.”

I shouldered the bag on the bed.

“I love you, you know.”

Her eyes closed as a lone tear fell from her cheek.

“I know.” Her eyes flipped open. A little louder this time, she repeated it. “I know. And I love you, too. More than anything.”

I walked up to her and pulled her in close, my hand at the back of her head, fingers threaded through her long, tangled locks.

“I love you. Don’t leave my place. Stay here. Take care of my dog. Wait for me.”

Her eyes filled with more tears, and they slowly poured over.

“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

“This isn’t a mission, Sway,” My godfather butted in. “This is just him showing his face. Making people question him, and what they thought was happening.”

“There’s no way he’ll pass as his brother,” Sway replied stubbornly. “Anybody that knows who Hancock ‘Parts’ Peters is will realize this. The tattoos. There’s just no way he will pass as his brother.”

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