Blaze Stone has done me good, and fucked me over for any other human to come after him. So, I guess I will keep him.
“As much fun as it would be to fuck you outside and show the neighbors what makes you scream at night, we best take this inside.” Blaze still doesn’t live with me, but he stays more than half the week here every night. And he’s welcome, because being next to him or around him makes my soul happy.
“They would just be jealous,” I say, smiling as I push off of him. He grips my hand as we make our way to the house. Unlocking the door and walking in, I’m frozen on the spot.
“Congratulations,” is yelled.
All my family is here, as well as Mitchell and Annabelle.
I turn to Blaze.
He has a slow smile drawing up on his face.
“You told them?” I ask.
He just shrugs as my mother crushes me with her arms. “You did it. So proud of you.”
My father is next, followed by Rochelle, and Marcus offers me a nod as he holds his sleeping daughter in his arms.
“I didn’t do it by myself,” I say, reaching back and grabbing Blaze’s hand.
Snow and Marley walk in the door behind us with food in hand and tap me on the shoulder, giving me congratulations.
My mother and father have come to accept Blaze and his brothers. They love that our family is growing, and always invite them over for family barbecues. It took a while for Blaze, as well as Marcus, to get used to my mother’s love. But now when they need something, they call her. Their relationship with her is probably better than mine.
Yes, ours is better than it was, but we still have our moments.
Everyone grabs a drink and heads out the back. Blaze grasps my hand, holding me back.
He pulls me to him, and his hand slips between us and into my skirt, sliding down into my panties. “I just want to get you ready. You know for the move in fuck.”
“You’re moving in?” I ask, opening my mouth in pleasure as he inserts a finger.
“Yes. My girlfriend asked me at the bank.”
“She did?” I ask, not remembering anything while he has his finger inside me.
“Then you told me you want me to fuck you up against the wall every night until we get old and fucking gray.”
“Hmm… I don’t remember that either. But I’ll take it.” I smile at him.
He bites my neck and pushes a finger in farther. “You will, because it’s fucking ready and wanting you.” He pushes into me harder, his thumb pressing onto my clit as he bites at my neck. I reach for his cock and feel he’s hard.
“Room?” I ask.
He pulls his hand out and steps away, his fingers, which were inside of me, go directly into his mouth, and he licks them until they are clean. “Later,” he says, then proceeds to walk out, fixing his cock through his jeans.
“Blaze…”
He stops and turns around to face me.
“I fucking love you.”
He smirks. “I know. And soon you will be my wife.” He winks, then heads out the back, making me smile as he goes.
I love that man.
Fucking love him.
He doesn’t take, he gives.
And I didn’t know I needed someone like that in my life, until him.
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Playette
Chapter One
Isadora
“Arghhh.”
I cover his mouth with my hand, it’s the last thing I want to hear. He bites my hand thinking it’s some kind of play but I shake my head at him and say, “Stop it.”
He does, exactly as I command. Then he pushes again, biting his lip this time to stop the groaning from leaving his mouth. But then, oh God, it comes out again. “Arghhhh.”
It is not even the groan, it’s how he does it. He gets this look on his face which makes me wonder why I went back to his house in the first place. The dimple, that perfect hair—I’m sure that’s what it was.
As I lay underneath him, he pumps inside me like he’s on some kind of mission to build a fence and I am the railings he’s hammering into position. It’s now I wonder, Is he really that good looking? My brain answers quickly, No, he isn’t.
I needed sex, so I went out on the hunt and this stranger came up to speak to me before I even caught sight of him. He had some cockiness about him that made me think, maybe he would be good in bed.
How wrong I was.
He’s up there right now, in the top three worst fucks I’ve ever had. Losing my virginity was the first, so this is saying something.
I wait for him to finish, because I know he’ll come before me. He has that god-awful look on his face and I’m nowhere near done. I’ll have to go to the bathroom or wait until I’m home to finish myself off because he sure as shit isn’t going to that’s for damn sure.
“Arghhh,” he groans loudly, his face scrunching up so badly that I have to look away otherwise I’m going to be physically ill, right here, right now.
Turning my head to the side I see a picture of a woman on his nightstand. She’s standing next to him looking up at him as if he’s everything to her.
Has she slept with him? Because I’m sure if she had she would change her mind.
He collapses on top of me. I have to push at him to move and get him off of me. I no longer want his body near me let alone touching mine.
He rolls over and places his hands on his face before he speaks, “You are amazing.”
I huff an answer because it’s all he deserves while I stand and reach for my dress, and slide it on.
I need to get out of here.
That was terrible.
Turning back to look at him, I find him watching me with intent. “Stay. We can go again.”
No fucking way, that dick of his is never coming near me again.
“I have to go.” I reach for my purse as a door clicks open in the apartment.
He gets up on his elbows and scrunches his face as he looks to the bedroom door.
“Michael…”
Ah, so that’s his name. I never asked. Didn’t care. Never do.
“Fuck!” He jumps from the bed naked.
Yeah, he does look good, it’s what had me fooled. But looks aren’t everything, obviously. Unless your game is vengeance, then you need to look good to carry it out successfully.
“Get in the closet,” he says with a look of terror on his face.
I laugh as he opens the door, expecting me to get in. “Not happening,” I say turning away from him and opening the bedroom door. When I do, I see the blonde from the photograph standing there, her face has that classic shock written all over it when she sees me. Then when she looks behind me and notices Michael she starts to cry.
“How could you?”
I turn back to look at him. “You cheated?” I ask him.
He nods his head.
Turning back to the girl, I smile. “Do you really want to get fucked by someone who doesn’t know how to please a woman for the rest of your life?” I give her a small smile. “I would suggest leaving. Honestly, there’s no loss here.”