I intend to make up on that time and spend the rest of the day inside you, fucking you senseless, until neither of us can walk.”
“Is that a promise?”
“You bet your sweet ass it is,” he growls.
I’m not losing you, ever. I know I fuck up regularly, but I can’t fuck us up.
Samantha TowleAh fuck! You didn’t get ‘Tru’s bitch’ tattooed on yourself, did ya?
Samantha TowleFuck off!” Stuart says, admiring himself in the glass of the oven door. “You’re just jealous you wouldn’t be able to carry off something so stylish.”
“Um, hottest male two thousand and twelve here, as voted by the great American public.
I’m calling in one of my birthday presents, Tru,” he says softly. His eyes look opaque, heavy with desire.
“What do you want?” My voice is quiet, trembling.
Propping himself up on his elbow, I tilt my head back as he looks down at me.
He pulls my hair free from its knot, running his fingers through it.
“You.” He moves his face close to mine, staying a breath away, waiting for his invitation.
“Happy birthday,” I whisper.”
Excerpt From: Towle, Samantha. “The Mighty Storm.” iBooks.
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Let your mama sleep," he says. "If she's moody and tired, Daddy doesn't get any.
Samantha TowleYour dad said you stopped playing right after I left." He did? "My dad talks too much." "Why, Tru?" "I dunno." I shrug. "He just does." "No." Jake smiles, coming over to me. "Not why does your dad talk too much. Why did you stop playing after i left?
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