Tanner’s voice is a bit quieter when he asks, “Do you and Dean think Troy’s gonna show up and try to hurt us?”
I shake my head staunchly, because I don’t want my boys to worry. “No, no way. I don’t think Troy would try to physically hurt anyone.” I hope not. I pray not. “But he could try to make a scene, and I think the scene he’d make would be a lot easier to control if he were facing Dean and not me. You know?”
“I think it’s a smart idea,” Rawley says. “Dean’s cool, anyway. It’s cool of him to offer.”
Tanner looks at me.
“Would it be okay with you?”
He nods, but circles back to Troy. “He should’ve stayed gone.”
I nod. “I know.”
That night, Dean comes over. He barbecues chicken on my grill while I’m at work, and when I come home, he and the boys are eating a whole delicious dinner.
Rawley has another mini engine and all its parts spread across the table, and Dean eats chicken as he points with hispinky at a part on the table. Tanner stands behind Dean, a roll of ice on his neck, stretching. Dean twists, saying something to Tanner, who takes the ice off and begins a front to back stretch. A moment later, Archie slides off the chair in the corner, and presents a bowl to Dean. Dean gives him a thumbs up, and Archie roots around in the bowl, producing a fistful of peach slices.
I stand in the doorway of my little house, and fall head over heels in love with Dean McAllister.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
CLARA JUNE
Dean stirs asI sit next to him on the couch. I reach beneath the blanket, peering down the hall one more time to make sure the boys are still asleep. It’s a few minutes after five, and I set my alarm just for this.
I slip my hand up the leg of his boxers, and find his cock, already steely and hard. A moan escapes me as Iswipe my thumb over the head, finding him hot and slick. He grips my wrist and opens his eyes.
“Please,” I whimper. “It’s been months. I need this. I need you. Please, Dean,” I beg, finding myself wet and achy. That’s what I am now. Wet and achy all the time. Horny all the time. Dean makes me come every damn second he can get, and it’s so good. Every time it's incredible.
Amazing.
Mind blowing.
I’m still sensitive and come so fast it makes him take me over and over, even when I think I can’t come again, he pulls another from me.
But all of it is making me need him and want him more and more.
If I don’t feel his Pringles can fuck my insides up within the next week, I may actually lose my mind. Nurses will come by my holding cell and read my chart.LOST MIND FROM LACK OF COWBOY COCK.
Seriously.
Dean smiles. “How about we meet halfway?”
With my bedroom door locked, Dean takes my nightgown off, tugging it over my head. A delighted rumble moves through his chest as he takes my breasts in both of his hands, squeezing gently before pressing a kiss to each stiffened tip.Then he steps back, tugging down the soft cotton boxers he’s wearing to bed.
It’s his first night sleeping over, and closing my door last night, knowing he was out there on the couch with his monster cock, talented tongue and big, rough hands? I touched myself and made myself come, for the first time in years, with his name on my lips.
Well, not his name but…Coach.
“I touched myself last night, thinking about when you finally fuck me,” I tell him, not even embarassed by the vulgarity.
He yanks his gray t-shirt off over his head. His stomach is muscled and tan, and the blonde hair that peppers his torso is trimmed and neat, but calls to me to run my fingers through it. The hefting slope of his shoulders and the momentous bulge of his biceps—he’s so sexy, and the fact that he won’t fuck me is making me want him that much more. And the best part? He’s not withholding to make me want him more, it’s just a torturous side effect. I swallow the mouthful of drool that pools from looking at him. He hooks his thumbs in his boxer briefs and tugs them down.
Just as my mouth is opening in a gasp, he crushes his palm along my jaw gently, quieting me as I gasp at the sight of him completely nude. “Shh,” he offers, taking his hand off my mouth as I gape in awe.
“I know I’ve already seen it, but my god! I haven’t seen it enough. I think I want a photo of it on my nightstand,” I tease him, turning my head to the side slightly to get a better look at it.
