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Bryce
If this gorgeous brunette could see my crotch right now, I’d be humiliated, sporting the biggest boner I’d had in… far too long. At twenty-eight, I shouldn’t be responding to a beautiful woman with an instant hard-on. But her lips were soft as silk, and her tongue was warm and playful. When she touched me, every hair follicle on my head and body sprang to attention, mirroring my dick.
“Would you like a cheese curd?” She slid the plate toward me.
“No. I’m good. Thanks.” I shifted uncomfortably on my seat and drank my beer. My head was fuzzy after that kiss, and I needed to calm the hell down. I didn’t know her or her intentions. Was she really just wanting to snag the stool next to me, or did she have a wicked plan to seduce me, then steal my money and identity?
The young woman would be in for a rude awakening. I was as poor as a church mouse. Not one dollar bill warmed the folds in my wallet. Folds. Christ, I wanted to touch hers, drag my fingers through her warm, slick pussy, and do the same with my tongue before plunging my cock into her.
But she’d never want a man who had less than two hundred in the bank, which I’d been saving to buy food for my daughters.
What the fuck are you doing, man? Get up and leave! Stop thinking with your dick before you really screw up your life.
Impossible. My cock was already straining against the zipper, growing larger and harder, desperate to rip through my jeans and pounce on the oblivious woman munching on gooey cheese.
“Are you sure? They are to die for…” She put another in her mouth and moaned, letting her eyes close as she chewed. “The best guilty pleasure south of heaven.”
I knew of an even better pleasure, south of my belly button. She’d never desire another cheese curd after I fed her my cock. Goddamn! I couldn’t believe the dirty thoughts ravaging my brain. What was happening to me?
“Honestly, I’m stuffed after eating my supper. You enjoy yourself.”
“Oh, I will.” A grin stretched across her pretty face, and her cheeks turned pink, as if she was having her own dirty thoughts.
“And I’ll sit back and enjoy the show.”
“I might think you’re a perve if we hadn’t already kissed.”
“You started the game, sunshine.”
“I know.” She smiled and fluttered her eyelashes, all sassy and shit. She wanted me, no question.
The sounds of absolute delight and lust she made while continuing to eat drove me mad. I would do almost anything to sink into her warm pussy right here and now, instead of going home and getting myself off in the shower. To get lost in her body would lift my spirits and make me forget my fucked-up life, more than booze ever could.
Women like her, Sunshine, were why I wore a grumpy-ass mask and acted like I was pissed off at everyone. Then again, I was usually frustrated with most people in my life. It was no secret that I didn’t trust most, especially women. Getting burned multiple times would do that to anyone.
But this beauty had caught me off guard. She’d swooped in with so much pizzazz and confidence, she dazzled and commanded as if she ran the world. I fell hook, line, and sinker. Played her game like a desperate and deprived street dog, hoping she’d throw me a bone and rub my belly. Except, what I wanted most was to take her from behind and pound into her until I blew my load.
Stop. E-fucking-nough. There wasn’t only me I had to worry about and protect. I had my twins.
I cut my gaze at Sunshine to admire the cheese curd she was gracefully placing into her tempting mouth. She moved her arms and hands like a swan in a pond. She was elegant and controlled. I wouldn’t be surprised if she were American royalty.
Hell, maybe I hit the lottery and didn’t even know it. If she were rich, she might be my way out of foreclosure.
No. Fucking. Way.
No woman would save me.
I paid my own bills and provided for my family. I was not a stupid weak man. Been there, done that. Been fooled and screwed over for the last time.
Before Sunshine arrived with her enthralling game, I’d had a shot of whiskey and two beers, wallowing in self-pity… cursing my pathetic abilities at providing for my family and being a business owner. Christ, I’d sunk to a new low.
Then a bright and shining star cleared the dark, torturous air away and replaced it with flirty electricity. Her energy and charm had been a jolt of adrenaline to my battered soul. It was like she’d brought me back from the dead.
“You’re awfully quiet there, just watching me.” She lifted her beer and gazed at me from over the top of her glass. Her hazel-green eyes glimmered with curiosity.
“Just savoring the view before I head home.”
“Oh.” She sat taller on the stool and bit her bottom lip. “I assumed you were unattached. I… I…”
“You assumed correctly.” I took her hand and gave it a squeeze, wanting to assure her she hadn’t broken any cardinal rules.
“You’re not lying, are you?”
“No.”
“While I enjoy your company, don’t stay on account of me. If you have somewhere to be, then please go.”
“Are you trying to get rid of me? I thought you liked me.”
She screwed up her pretty face, like she didn’t know what to say.
“If you want me to leave, I will.” I raised her hand to my lips and pressed a firm kiss on the top. Clearly, I’d lost my mind. I should run for my life away from her, but I found myself firmly attached to the bar stool, wanting a little more time in her light.
“I don’t want you to leave.”
“Good. Because I wasn’t going to.” And that right there might be the biggest mistake I’d made in the last four years.
No, my girls weren’t a mistake. I loved them more than life itself. It was their mother who I wished I’d never met.