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  She grinned.

  “Warming up your shower,” she replied seductively, pushing the glass of her shower door open and revealing herself even more. “Get in.”

  Her eyes went to my dick, which, by this point, was so hard it was pointing slightly up and to the left. Facing exactly where it wanted to go.

  To her.

  Grinning and thinking that I had a perfect woman on my hands, I got in.

  She stepped back, used some sort of suction cup device from the side of the shower to attach the dildo to the wall, then picked up the soap.

  “You’re a dirty boy,” she whispered, her hands reaching out for me.

  I stepped into her, my body shaking slightly as the warmth started to spread over my body.

  Water sluiced down my chest, over my hard cock and down my legs.

  Bending my head, I wet it down completely before leaning back and letting Aspen take care of me.

  Starting with my hands, she massaged the soap into them, scrubbing them free of the dirt, grime, and other things that’d become caked on my hands.

  Other things being Downy’s blood when the explosion had happened.

  An explosion that I was surprised Aspen hadn’t asked me about the minute I’d walked in.

  “What’d you do?” She asked. “Roll in the dirt?”

  “Kind of,” I hedged.

  If you counted stop, drop, and rolling as rolling in the dirt.

  Which, technically, I guess it was.

  I’d not done it out of enjoyment, but out of necessity. Mainly, my fucking clothes being on fire.

  All thoughts of clothes, however, were gone the moment she moved to my chest, then further down to my legs.

  She purposefully stayed away from my cock, her mouth hovering just a few inches away as she soaped up my legs, even going as far as to clean between my toes.

  “Put me in your mouth,” I ordered as my dick strained to get closer to her.

  She shook her head, and my hand moved towards her, stopping when it met the dildo that was still suctioned to the tile wall.

  Then an idea struck me.

  “Suction this down to the tub,” I ordered, handing the dildo and its holder to her. “And sit on it.”

  Her eyes widened as she took my dick’s twin.

  Then, in silence, she suctioned the fucker to the tub, lifted her hips high and positioned herself over it, then sank down slowly over the top of it.

  And that’s when I became jealous over an inanimate object.

  She looked up at me, her eyes heated as she rose up until the tip of the dildo poised at her entrance, then sank down again.

  “Wash the soap off you,” she ordered breathlessly, repeating the move.

  I reached over her to grab the showerhead, removing it from the holder, and maneuvering it over my body.

  The soap suds slid down my body, curling around my balls, and streaming down my legs before washing down the drain.

  The entire time I watched as her nipples beaded and her chest flushed as she writhed on the fake cock inside of her.

  When I looked up to hang the showerhead back up, she surprised me and bent forward, letting the tip of her tongue play along the seam of my cock.

  I cursed and gabbed for the top of the shower, one hand curling around the glass door, and the other clutching the shower caddy that was hanging around the showerhead.

  She leaned forward and took the tip of my cock in her mouth, her soft tongue licking the sensitive head.

  “You taste salty,” she licked her lips, leaning forward and taking me back into her mouth.

  I let my hand down and trailed it over her shoulder, fisting my hand into her hair when my fingers met the long, tangled tresses.

  She looked up at me as I guided her further.

  “Ride the cock, too,” I demanded.

  Her body lifted, inadvertently taking more of me at the same time.

  I leaned my head back, and promptly got a face full of water.

  Me choking didn’t stop her from taking my cock half way down her throat, though.

  And I was glad.

  I could get over drowning in the shower.

  What I couldn’t come back from was if she had stopped.

  Not when it felt so fucking good having her lips wrapped around me.

  My hands moved her head, further and further down my length each time she withdrew, until finally, her nose touched the curly hair covering my pubic bone.

  Causing me to see stars.

  I looked down then to see her eyes streaming with tears, and her makeup running down her cheeks, but her face was flushed, and she had her finger thrumming her distended clit as fast as she could make her fingers move.

  And I knew she liked it.

  Letting her hair go, I ordered her to stand.

  She let go of my cock with the utmost reluctance, being sure to get one extra lick before she let my cock fall from her mouth.

  I reached behind us and turned the shower off.

  Without another word, I stepped out of the shower, held my hand out for her, and pulled her to me the moment her hand touched mine.

  Then I picked her up, tossing her over my shoulder, and headed for the bedroom, still dripping wet.

  I threw her down on the bed as I reached the edge, then bent over to grab a condom from the drawer.

  I slicked it down my length, somewhat happy to see that this condom was one of the lubed and ribbed variety.

  “Knees or back?” I questioned her.

  Her breasts were heaving as she panted, her eyes locked on me and my cock, as she licked her lips.

  “Knees,” she whispered, then licked her lips nervously. “I got a new toy today to try.”

  She pointed to the nightstand, at a box that sat inconspicuously on the smooth wood, and said, “There.”

  I reached for the box as she flipped over onto her knees, her ass wiggling as I pried open the box’s sides.

  And my heart started to gallop in my chest; I leaned forward, letting the length of my cock play along the juices that leaked from her sweet pussy, stopping once I reached where I wanted to be.

  “Do you think you can handle me?” I asked her, pressing the tip of my cock up against her back entrance.

  She shook her head.

  “No,” she admitted. “But I’m willing to work up to it.”

  I laughed and redirected the head of my cock to her entrance and slowly slid myself inside, stopping once I’d gone as far as I could go, for now.

  It’d take time for her to take the entire length of my cock, but I’d get her there.

  Then we proceeded to see just how much she could take.

  And as it turned out…it was a lot.

  “I think about you all day. When I’m on shift, and someone mentions their wife or significant other, all I can think about is you and what you’re doing. Which new gadget you’re testing out, and whether I’ll get to reap the benefits when I finally make it back home to you,” I whispered against her hips. “And when I’m with you, and you run your fingers over my chest, all I want to do is bend you over the nearest piece of furniture and bury myself inside of you until I can’t tell where I end and you begin.”

  Her eyes widened comically.

  When she would’ve spoken, I placed my hand over her mouth and said, “Shhhh.”

  Her mouth closed, but her eyes stayed on mine, not straying an inch from my gaze.

  “Today…” I hesitated. “Today when my girl came over, you brought her into your home. Gave her comfort. Calmed me down.” I continued, “And when I had to leave, I knew she’d be safe in your hands. And it’s not every day a man can find someone that’ll care for his daughter. She means the whole world to me, and it’s becoming very apparent that you mean the world to me, too.”

  A tear escaped from her eye, slipping down her cheek, and disappearing into the seam of her lips.

  “Every day I wake up beside
you, I know that it’ll be a good day. I know, that as long as I have you, I’ll have something to look forward to. I want you to know that I adore you, Aspen Ridley. You’re so fucking beautiful, sometimes my heart aches to look at you. Today, when I told my fellow brothers that you were mine, I felt this huge weight lift off my chest.”

  “Am I?” She whispered, her voice filled with the sound of tears.

  “Are you what?” I asked softly, not following her line of thinking.

  “Yours,” she said.

  I nodded.

  “Irrevocably. You’ll never not be mine,” I promised.

  She sniffled.

  “I love you, too.”

  I grinned.

  “You didn’t let me finish,” I chastised her gently. “If you’d only given me the chance, I would’ve said those words to you.”

  “Say them now,” she ordered.

  I grinned, then tilted her face up to mine.

  “I love you, Aspen.”

  She smiled, and I dropped a kiss down to her upturned lips.

  “And don’t forget it.”

  Product Review

  By Aspen

  The suction cup dildo holder works great in the bathtub and can easily handle quite a bit of vigorous activity from a multitude of directions.

  I tried it out on numerous surfaces and at various angles to see how much it could take, and I was pleased to find that it held firm to all the different surface materials I tried and it was able to withstand being used in different ways without issue.

  It’s currently retailing for $15.99, and I recommend it one hundred percent.

  The mechanics of it are quite simple, and in a pinch, can be used with just a splash of water to make it stick for however long you’d like it to.

  The only drawback I saw is that it doesn’t allow for anything bigger than three inches in diameter.

  But that’s not a major issue considering that standard dildos are less than three inches in diameter and would have no issues attaching to this device.

  I absolutely recommend this product for inclusion in any sexually active woman’s toy box.

  Stay tuned to the blog tomorrow for my review of the anal toys that were sent to me for testing and reviewing purposes by Uncertain Pleasures.

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  Chapter 19

  I’d rather be eating donuts.

  -Sports bottle

  Drew

  My eyes opened, and my whole head pounded with each beat of my heart.

  My eyes started to drift closed once again, but the sound of Aspen’s raised voice had me sitting up in her bed, naked and still extremely tired.

  We’d had a long night, and I was not complaining.

  I’d do it all over again. I just wished she’d learn to sleep past nine in the morning.

  “What do you mean?” She asked quickly. “I didn’t change my account number!”

  Her reply was near hysterics. “I need that money! I did not change my account number; I can vouch for that right now.”

  “No. Yes. No. You’re shitting me,” she hissed. “What are you saying, that you let my fake husband change the account number? How is that even possible?” She hesitated. “No. That is my social security number, and no I don’t know how he would have gotten it. That’s ridiculous.”

  I walked out of the bedroom with only a pair of underwear on.

  “Ewwww!” Attie called loudly. “Put some pants on, Dad!”

  I looked down at my underwear, then sighed and turned to head back to the bedroom, all the while wondering why girls had to be so sensitive.

  Grabbing a pair of athletic shorts, the ones I’d worn the day before on my run that were now laundered, I slid them up over my legs and walked back out. Just as clothed now as I’d been thirty seconds before.

  “Happy?” I asked her.

  She smiled from her position on the couch.

  “Yep,” she confirmed.

  “What are you doing here instead of at school?” I asked her.

  She smiled brilliantly.

  “Today’s a snow day,” she pointed at the window with excitement.

  I went to the door and groaned when I saw the entire yard, as well as all the other surrounding yards, covered with another layer of snow.

  “What the fuck is going on with this fucking state?” I muttered darkly, really not pleased that I would have to work in this shit in about two more hours.

  “Some people are saying it’s the El Nino effect; according to the weatherman, it’s just a winter storm.”

  Ignoring her, I walked over to where Aspen was bent over the kitchen table, her computer in front of her.

  She was no longer on the phone, and her head was hung like she was contemplating her life…or murder. I wasn’t really sure which one at this point.

  My guess would be murder.

  Lucky for me and Danny she was stuck in the house. For now.

  “I think it’s time to get a lawyer,” I murmured from behind her.

  She jumped, a glass of some sort in her hands.

  “What’s that?” I asked, pointing at it.

  She got up and started pacing.

  “It’s a bottle. Water bottle to be specific. The review for this is going on my blog today,” she explained, her teeth worrying her lip as she spoke. “And I know I need a lawyer. I just don’t know what the hell I’m doing right now.”

  She sat down on the couch with a thud, the bottle-or whatever it was- falling to the floor in her annoyance.

  “Let me take care of it,” I said softly, pulling her back up and into my arms.

  She blinked, staring at me.

  “Okay,” she agreed softly. “But, how will you take care of it?”

  I grinned.

  “Trust.”

  She blinked.

  “Trust?”

  I nodded.

  “Trust,” I confirmed.

  She shook her head, stood on her tiptoes, and pressed her lips to my jaw.

  “You need to get ready for work. It’s bad out, and I don’t want you rushing to get there,” she whispered.

  I nodded. Returned her kiss. Then smacked her ass.

  She laughed as she backed up, back pedaling so I couldn’t give her any more of that, then turned towards he kitchen.

  “I’ll make you a bagel to go,” she tossed over her shoulder.

  I smiled, then turned back to my kid, who was watching me.

  “What?” I asked her.

  “I’m happy for you, that’s all,” she informed me softly.

  I walked over to the arm of the couch and took a seat.

  “You make any decisions?” I asked.

  She shrugged.

  “I want to keep it.”

  I nodded, knowing that would be her decision.

  “You know what kind of responsibility that is?”

  Even though I asked her, I knew she’d have no clue.

  No one could know what being a parent would be like until they actually became one.

  The good thing, though, was that Attie would have me. She would have Aspen. She would have my parents, who just might flip their lids when they found out. And, ultimately, once Constance came around, she’d have her mother.

  She would never, ever be alone.

  Not if I was here to have a say in it.

  Twenty minutes later, I was out the door, a warm bagel in my hand.

  I snarled silently as my feet nearly slipped out from under me, then turned and glared at the two women that were currently laughing their asses off at my expense.

  “Not funny, ladies,” I called out.

  Attie waved and Aspen blew a kiss.

  I caught it, like only a man in love would do, and started back down the driveway.

  Movement from the yard to the side of mine had me glancing in that direction.

  The kid from next door, Ellison, stood in his
front yard and stared at me, hate filling his eyes.

  I nodded at him, but didn’t receive a nod back.

  And when his eyes flicked from me to the two pieces of my heart still standing at front door, his eyes turned…odd.

  Then he smiled, making a chill race down my spine.

  “Morning,” he murmured calmly.

  I nodded at him, then kept walking.

  I got in my truck, and breathed a sigh of relief when the girls went inside.

  Ellison, though, didn’t.

  He stayed where he was, looking at where they had been standing not moments before.

  And I made a decision.

  Pulling out my phone I sent Aspen a quick text.

  Drew: Watch the kid across the street. He’s giving me the creeps.

  Then I sent another to Raphael, a man that I wouldn’t have thought I’d find a friendship with due to the fact that he’d been holding a gun on me only two days before.

  Drew: Kid’s giving me bad vibes. Will you please keep an eye on him for me?

  Raphael: 10-4.

  ***

  Twenty minutes before my shift started at the fire station, I found myself standing in the chief of police’s office. I nodded hello to both Luke and Downy.

  “Pretty snazzy quarters you got here,” I said, taking a look around at Luke’s new office.

  Luke rolled his eyes.

  “Fucking ostentatious, isn’t it?” He asked. “My wife was responsible for this. She thought since I was the new chief, that I needed to have an office that was warm and inviting. Her and my kids spent the damn day here a couple of weeks ago making sure it was ‘just perfect’.”

  My grin fell from my face as I sighed.

  “I got a problem.”

  He nodded. “Didn’t think you’d be here if you didn’t,” he said. “Hit me with your best shot.”

  So I did, telling him about Aspen.

  “I remember hearing all that when she got arrested for police brutality,” he spat. “Knew then, just as I know now, that this is a big clusterfuck. What else happened?”

  So I told him that, too.

  Luke blinked, his eyes going wide.

  “One of my men is doing this?” Luke asked, a note of annoyance in his voice.

  I nodded, pulling the papers she’d received from my coat pocket and tossing them down on his desk.

  They hit with a soft thud, and Luke immediately started to pour through them.