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she
said. Was the only thing standing in my way of a relationship with
Drake my own fears? Could an overweight, thirty-year-old stand a
chance of forming a bond with a twenty-something sex god.
    She studied me for a second, taking a sip of
her own cup. “You want a piece of advice?” Pat asked, pulling me
from my recent thoughts.
    “Of course.”
    She sat her cup on the table in front of the
swing, and smiled up at me. “If the kids are still at their dads
tonight, I hope you get to have another sleepover. The blushing
looks good on you,” she said with a wink.
    I didn’t respond. We simply sat in peace
sipping our coffee and listening to a pair of mocking birds perched
in the old oak tree in her front yard.
    “I should go. The kids should be home soon.”
I placed the cup back on the tray, and started to stand.
    “It killed me to sit back and watch what your
ex was doing. If you have found someone, enjoy. You deserve to have
a little fun in this life.”
    “Thanks, Pat. Oh, Noah is selling wrapping
paper for school. I am sure he will be by to see you soon.” I said,
stepping down the steps and giving her a small wave.
    “Looking forward to it.”
    Walking back down the sidewalk to my yard, I
realized it was not the age difference or physical attributes that
made me run, it was the very thought his brand of sex came with
safe words. Hell, his lifestyle should've been a warning label. I
would've been crazy if I stayed.
    I looked around the neighborhood. Mr. Womack
was already out mowing the lawn. Shellie was taking her coffee out
on the veranda. Just a normal day. So why did my body suddenly hum
in awareness? Awareness that someone was watching me.

Drake Hart
     
     
    I was spent. You would think life couldn’t
get any better than this. With a blonde grinding on my face and a
brunette riding my cock, I was living every male’s dream. These
girls had no idea who they had gotten involved with. Sex was only
part of the game. Pain was what truly got my blood pumping.
    Baring my nails down in the brunette’s
breast, I worked my tongue over the blonde’s pussy until she was
screaming into the brunette’s mouth. The sound was all wrong. I bit
down on the blonde’s ass cheek hard enough to bring blood.
    I had spent every night, since Cherry Webb
walked out of my life, at the club, trying to forget her.
    I ended up spending the last two nights with
these girls. They still had a lot to learn but they were attentive
and fast studies. I gave them both orgasms but I was left empty and
unfulfilled.
    Cherry Webb didn’t only fall at my feet but
into the deepest, darkest part of my soul.
    I pushed both the girls off of my body.
    “Get the hell out.”
    I collapsed back on the bed, not even
acknowledging the girls as they grabbed their clothes to leave.
    “Did we do something wrong, Sir?” the blonde
asked.
    I glared at them but didn’t have the words to
address them, and slid on my pants sans underwear.
    It was not the moans I wanted to hear, their
faces couldn’t compare to the face I saw when I close my eyes.
    Fuck, I hadn’t come since Cherry walked her
sweet ass out my front door.
    I could dream about her every night and still
want to spend my days with her. Her body curved in all the right
places. She viewed herself as fat. I only saw a body that got my
dick to stir every time.
    She was real.
    That woman was my favorite screw ever.
    I had experimented with more than one type of
drugs. They never did anything for me. Billy was not so lucky. He
tried meth one time, got the high of his life, and was hooked. It
took him twelve years to finally clean up his act and free himself
from the bonds of drugs. Cherry was my meth. All it took was one
night, and I was hooked for a lifetime.
    I reached for my glasses when the door flew
open.
    “I thought I paid you good money to get a
simple job done. I know she is no looker but hell, she’s
screwable.” One of my newest clients stormed into my private suite
at the club