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Authors: Glenna Maynard
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moments later, I hear his bike starting up. Where is he off to? Is he going to her—Christa?
I don’t get to dwell on it. Amy rolls over onto my stomach and straddles me. Her warm tongue sweeps across my nipple. “He said maybe . The thought of watching the two of you together makes me so fucking hot.” She grinds down on my hardening cock as I think about how it would feel to kiss him again, if only one more time. “I know you want it too Truth. I can feel how fucking hard you are. You’re thinking about taking him in your mouth aren’t you?” Her slender fingers tease at my aching length.
Amy continues to torture me as she describes how Tread’s cock tastes in her mouth…how thick his cock is… fuck me . I already know all of these things about him. I never told Amy, it happened right before I met her. I’ve never brought it up with Tread, I’m afraid of what it could mean for our friendship if I do.
“Ride me,” I demand smacking her ass cheek and grabbing on tight. She squeaks and slides down on my cock. She rides me until the sun comes up.
The sunrise is spilling through the blinds, a golden glow glitters over her body, she looks like a damn angel. I raise up, our bodies are joined to the hilt. Her tits are smashed to my chest, sticking to my sweat as I kiss her plump lips. “ Goddamn you are so fucking pretty and sweet.” The words, “ I love you ,” are hanging from the tip of my tongue, begging to be spoken. I whisper them inside my head instead as she kisses me with fierce passion.
Chapter 8
Christa
There is no way in hell I am going to let JT go work for a biker club. Not happening on my watch. I don’t give a damn what he thinks. Shit is not going down like this. “Gram, you gotta step in and say something. JT can’t be getting mixed up in that club. You know what it did to mom. He won’t listen to me!”
“I don’t need you giving me a history lesson girl. I was there, stepped in and made sure you kids were fed when I could. JT is grown now and you’re going to have to let him make his own choices. I don’t like it no more than you do. I’ve been thinking though. I think it’s time you go out and get your own place. Let your mom and Perry take care of themselves. JT can do what JT is gonna do. Ain’t no stopping him. You gotta start living your life girl.”
“And where will you be when I’m off, living my life ?”
My Gram takes her bony hands and reaches across the table to take hold of mine. Her veins are so prominent I can trace the outline of them with my fingers. “I’ll be around. Been looking into the senior high-rise. I can afford it and I’ll be around people my own age.”
“This is your home though. You love this house.” My grandpa built this house. He worked so damn hard for it too. Grammy used to tell me stories about how they lived on soup beans, and cornbread for months at a time so they could afford the material to build.
“I do love this place, but it’s just a house. I can’t take it with me when I leave this earth. My memories don’t live in these walls. They live inside my heart.”
My Gram is so wise and has a way of putting anything into her perspective to keep you from telling her any different. Just like she told me never to give Marc my heart all those years ago. She told me, “Christa that boy is dangerous to you. You already love him too much. If you give him your heart, he’ll never give it back. And I can tell you right now, he won’t be around much longer. Boys like him never are.”
A lump forms in my throat, the truth of her words still ringing true after all these years. Marc and I didn’t work then and we could never work now .
It isn’t that I haven’t tried to find someone to share my life with…I have, but none of the men I have been with have been enough to make me fully give myself to them. I came close with Rodney, but then JT got in trouble over the stolen car, and I knew I had to let him go.
My
I don’t get to dwell on it. Amy rolls over onto my stomach and straddles me. Her warm tongue sweeps across my nipple. “He said maybe . The thought of watching the two of you together makes me so fucking hot.” She grinds down on my hardening cock as I think about how it would feel to kiss him again, if only one more time. “I know you want it too Truth. I can feel how fucking hard you are. You’re thinking about taking him in your mouth aren’t you?” Her slender fingers tease at my aching length.
Amy continues to torture me as she describes how Tread’s cock tastes in her mouth…how thick his cock is… fuck me . I already know all of these things about him. I never told Amy, it happened right before I met her. I’ve never brought it up with Tread, I’m afraid of what it could mean for our friendship if I do.
“Ride me,” I demand smacking her ass cheek and grabbing on tight. She squeaks and slides down on my cock. She rides me until the sun comes up.
The sunrise is spilling through the blinds, a golden glow glitters over her body, she looks like a damn angel. I raise up, our bodies are joined to the hilt. Her tits are smashed to my chest, sticking to my sweat as I kiss her plump lips. “ Goddamn you are so fucking pretty and sweet.” The words, “ I love you ,” are hanging from the tip of my tongue, begging to be spoken. I whisper them inside my head instead as she kisses me with fierce passion.
Chapter 8
Christa
There is no way in hell I am going to let JT go work for a biker club. Not happening on my watch. I don’t give a damn what he thinks. Shit is not going down like this. “Gram, you gotta step in and say something. JT can’t be getting mixed up in that club. You know what it did to mom. He won’t listen to me!”
“I don’t need you giving me a history lesson girl. I was there, stepped in and made sure you kids were fed when I could. JT is grown now and you’re going to have to let him make his own choices. I don’t like it no more than you do. I’ve been thinking though. I think it’s time you go out and get your own place. Let your mom and Perry take care of themselves. JT can do what JT is gonna do. Ain’t no stopping him. You gotta start living your life girl.”
“And where will you be when I’m off, living my life ?”
My Gram takes her bony hands and reaches across the table to take hold of mine. Her veins are so prominent I can trace the outline of them with my fingers. “I’ll be around. Been looking into the senior high-rise. I can afford it and I’ll be around people my own age.”
“This is your home though. You love this house.” My grandpa built this house. He worked so damn hard for it too. Grammy used to tell me stories about how they lived on soup beans, and cornbread for months at a time so they could afford the material to build.
“I do love this place, but it’s just a house. I can’t take it with me when I leave this earth. My memories don’t live in these walls. They live inside my heart.”
My Gram is so wise and has a way of putting anything into her perspective to keep you from telling her any different. Just like she told me never to give Marc my heart all those years ago. She told me, “Christa that boy is dangerous to you. You already love him too much. If you give him your heart, he’ll never give it back. And I can tell you right now, he won’t be around much longer. Boys like him never are.”
A lump forms in my throat, the truth of her words still ringing true after all these years. Marc and I didn’t work then and we could never work now .
It isn’t that I haven’t tried to find someone to share my life with…I have, but none of the men I have been with have been enough to make me fully give myself to them. I came close with Rodney, but then JT got in trouble over the stolen car, and I knew I had to let him go.
My
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