Trouble

Then I lived with a bitter old man, a different type of monster, who clutched his valuables to himself like they would keep him alive.

Oliver won’t be like me. He has his mother and Joselyn to show him love and teach him a different way to live.

Stopping at the credenza, I brace my hands on the countertop and grip the wood. My shoulders are tense, and I drop my head, exhaling heavily. Not only did I revisit Daniel, I revisited Drake. My two dads, both with names starting with the letter D like some sick joke.

In those days, I had hope like Oliver. When the woman from the state introduced me to my foster dad, I thought I was going to be like one of those children in the C.S. Lewis stories.

Drake was an old professor type with a gray beard and disheveled gray hair. He pointed a long, crooked finger at me like I was a Limoges or a Qing dynasty vase.

He picked me out like he picked out all of his possessions, after much careful analysis and research. He ascertained I was intelligent and quiet. He taught me everything he knew, then he died.

He left me richer, and more broken than he ever was.

“You’re not broken, you’re only badly bruised.” Her soft voice lights my entire body like the touch of a spark.

Joselyn is beside me, sliding her hand over mine, gripping my wrist as her body draws closer to mine.

“What are you doing here?” My voice is rough.

“I’m here for you.” Slim fingers thread in the back of my hair, and my eyes slide closed.

“Joselyn…” It’s half whisper, half groan. “I said I would respect your boundaries.”

“You said you wouldn’t kiss me again unless I begged you.” She rises on her tiptoes, and her lips graze the shell of my ear. “Please, Mr. Carrollton, please kiss me.”

Inhaling slowly, I turn to see her standing in front of me, so inviting. She’s wearing a black tank top that barely covers those luscious tits I crave and her silly Unsolved Mysteries pajama bottoms. Her red hair is in a loose band over her shoulder.

She’s the best thing I’ve ever seen.

I actually smile. “You followed me to my bedroom.”

“I’ve been here before.”

Placing my hands on her shoulders, I slide my palms up and down her creamy, soft skin. “You’re bending your rules?”

“What rules?” She blinks, giving me a naughty little smile. “You’re the one with all the rules. I’m just trying to keep up.”

My walls are still down. I haven’t had a chance to rebuild my defenses, and she’s here, inside the gates, moving in front of me with so much heat and warmth and seduction.

I’m never vulnerable. I’m cold and distant, and she’s standing on my mountain daring me to throw her off… or take her in.

“What are you doing to me?” I hear the change in my voice.

“I’m waiting for you to keep your promise.” Her hands slide to my chest, and she lowers to her knees. As she drops, her palms follow, moving to my waist, to my legs, to the front of my pants.

Her face is at my cock, which has perked up and is ready to join the party. The last time she was in this position, she talked into it like a microphone.

And I laughed.

Again, a smile pulls at my lips. “What promise was that?”

“You said if I begged…” Her eyes return to my pants, and her nails trace the outline of my erection. It makes me groan.

“Get up here.” Reaching down, I grip her upper arms again and pull her to me. “You want me to kiss you now?”

Our noses touch, and she’s breathing fast. She nods quickly, blinking from my eyes to my lips and back again. Her breasts rise and fall, sheathed only in thin black cotton. Her nipples are tiny points piercing the fabric.

She exhales a reply. “Yes, please.”