“What? My father getting along with yours? Not a fucking chance,” Ava said.
“How do you feel about all of this?”
Ava turned her gaze up to mine as she stood to her toes, her lips hovering in front of mine.
“It feels like home,” she said.
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her deeply as Jasper continued to cook food behind us. Leo bonded with her brothers, cracking lewd jokes and bragging about his sexual escapades. Our parents laughed over memories and talked about future ventures for their companies, and I held my world in my arms.
The mother of my child and my unborn daughter.
Nothing could get better than this.
“I love you, Ava,” I said into her lips.
“I love you, too, Travis.”
Nail Me 2x
A Ménage Romance
By Nicole Elliot
Hi Kittens!
You’re going to love this sweet treat I have for you!
Dig in, because these two hotties will leave you begging for more.
xxx
Nicole
1
Adley
Fridays were supposed to be my good days. I could usually make enough tips to top off rent, and eat something other than ramen or discarded kitchen food. But tonight I wasn’t so lucky.
I made just under two hundred dollars. I needed four hundred more for rent, and there wasn’t much in the bank. There never was.
Some of us are dealt a hand in life. And sometimes that hand sucks. I used to go to school with people who had loving parents, vacationed twice a year and went to a good school to keep their comfortable living alive.
That wasn’t me.
“Brown, have you done your closing duties?” My manager Mike was a hard ass, but he tried to look out for people as best he could. As it was, being a waitress didn’t have many perks.
I worked in a simple sports bar. We do good business around football season, and our pizzas and wings sell the most. The uniform could be better, but it was chill; jeans and the company tee shirt. For the girls, it was a skimpy tank top that was made cheap on purpose to show whatever bra you were wearing.
“Uh, no. I was just about to start. My last table just left,” I answered. Mike gave me a look, and I knew he was about
to ask me something. He was handsome in a boyish way. Brown eyes, brown hair, lanky muscle and always wore jeans and a polo.
“That’s fine. I was actually hoping you could close. Mandy had to leave,” he asked. Well, told really. Mandy was the bartender. And she always just up and leave if she felt like it.
I sighed in an effort to make my annoyance known. “Fine. But I want to be paid her wage for the two hours it’s going to take,” I demanded. He narrowed his eyes just as fast as they softened.
“Fine. Thank you.” He tapped my shoulder once before leaving.