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“Fuck,” I growl and start stalking toward her, my throbbing cock leading the way.
Wide-eyed, she looks down at my cock and then back up at me. “No way!” She darts for the door. “Get dressed!”
“Get back here,” I growl at her.
She says, “No way, no how,” before she dashes out of the room and slams the door behind her.
“Motherfucker.”
* * *
Gym shorts are not the best clothing to wear with a raging hard-on. I have to tuck my dick up behind the waistband like I’m some damn kid in high school.
Trudging down the long hallway, heading for the kitchen, I can’t help but smile though.
She’s so mine, that fucking kiss proved it. She wanted it and needed it as badly as I did.
The smell of bacon and eggs hits me as soon as I walk into the kitchen, and it’s startling to notice the difference. Gone is the smell of booze and stale pizza. Casey and I did a pretty good job when we rushed to clean the house yesterday, getting it ready for Bree. We even got the fancier toilet paper.
Can’t have her using the sandpaper I was buying before.
“Damn, that smells good!” I groan, rubbing my stomach.
“Right?!” Casey groans as he looks at Bree, rubbing his stomach too. “Emmett is a horrible cook compared to you.”
“Really?” Bree looks over at me with a huge grin. “Thanks.”
“Watch it, Casey. I’ll start buying turkey bacon if you keep that up,” I grumble at him.
He’s right, though. The smells coming from the pan top anything I could make.
Laughing at Casey’s horrified expression, Bree says, “Turkey bacon isn’t that bad.”
“Oh, yes it is!” Casey says, sliding away from Bree as he holds up his fingers in a cross. “That stuff is for bad people who go to jail or something.”
“He’s right on that. Turkey bacon can’t compete with real bacon,” I say.
Rolling her eyes, she looks at us both. “It’s a healthier bacon, guys.”
“Ew, that’s just wrong,” Casey says, and I nod to agree with him.
* * *
Breakfast was fucking amazing. Just the three of us stuffing our faces with food as we sat around the table, laughing and joking. I had a heavy thought though when it was over, right after we cleaned up the table.
What if we were a family and Casey was ours?
It fucking wrecked me.
I was able to get away from them before they could see me just about lose my shit. And thankfully I made it to the hallway bathroom before I threw up everything I just ate.
Tommy swam in my blurry vision when I looked up from the toilet and into the mirror. Fuck. I’m not supposed to be raising Casey with some chick I just met. That’s not how any of this shit was supposed to go.
This is far past who I was ever going to be. This isn’t who I ever thought I could or would be. I’m in unknown territory, and it’s scaring me that it feels so easily right. Is it? Can I even know the difference?
Driving Bree back to her mom’s house, I think she can feel the vibe that must be oozing out of my pores.
Fuck.
