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“We didn’t do anything wrong. He needs to realize–”

“That his dad might have sex with his woman?” I winced. “Kinda sounds familiar.”

He frowned. “You said you went on two dates. Daytime ones.”

“We didn’t even kiss,” I said, making sure he knew how not-serious it had been.

“Then there’s no comparison between us and the swinging your mom does. Rule number one, remember. I don’t share.”

“But Danny–”

“Had no chance with you,” he finished. “Right?”

Did I want Danny now? No. Had I ever wanted him? No.

“Right.”

“You’re not your mom.” Reaching out, he stroked my cheek. “I choose you and only you. Now let me take you home and fuck you to remind you who you belong to.”

He chose me. Only me.

For now, and only now.

40

DANIEL

I was fucked.

Little Melly Harwood wasnothinglike what everyone in town thought.

Ang thought I needed to tread carefully.

Deek thought I’d fuck her and toss her aside like a candy wrapper.

She wasn’t shy. Or meek. She was cautious.

Who could blame her with her psycho mother?

I remembered when my dad left and moved across town. A few nights a week, Deek and I had to eat dinner with Sheila in their new house. I understood that he’d been in a new relationship, but at eight, it was just weird.

Sure, I had friends back then whose parents were divorced, but none had broken up because of an affair that turned into a marriage and kids.

I always carried a tinge of disrespect for my dad and how he treated my mom. Dumping her as he had. So when Deek insinuated I’d do the same with Melly, it cut deep.

But I was leaving today. It was still dark out, my bedside clock reading just before six.

Melly was in my arms, and she was using my chest for a pillow. Her hair was everywhere, like a silky curtain over my skin. She was warm and soft and it felt fucking amazing to hold her.

There were only hours to go. And I didn’t want to leave her.

I sighed, but tried to hold still so I didn’t wake her. I had shit to sort out in my head and I kept her awake–and screaming my name–until after one.

I wanted to go. Fuck, did I want to get on that plane and get the hell out of Hunter Valley. I could practically taste the freedom. The ability to do whatever the fuck I wanted. Wherever, whenever. No school lunches. No payroll. No PeeWee football practice or pizza and beer with my brothers.

It also meant no more Melly. No more of her curiosity when it came to my dick and what could be done with it. No more side-of-the-road BJs. No more tiny Fred. No more… this.

I squeezed her because I had her now. In my arms. Naked. Sated.

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