Page 43 of My Five Daddies

Ifeela little nervous as I stand outside of herapartment.

I don’t know if I should be doing this. I’m not sure if it’s against the rules. I feel like a fucking kid again though, and it feels pretty damngood.

I can’t get her taste out of my mouth. God damn, was Tori’s little pussy delicious, and the way she came… I’ve been hard for days because ofit.

She appears at her door, a little bashful smile on her lips. “Hey, Hunter,” shesays.

“Hey, yourself.” I walk up and kiss her softly on the lips. “You lookamazing.”

She really does. Dark navy dress, short enough and cut low enough that I know what I’mmissing.

“Thanks.”

I take her hand. “I thought we could, you know, go for a littlewalk.”

She smiles at me. “I’d lovethat.”

“Great.” We head off then, onto the sidewalk. “My driver’s nearby, keeping tabs on us in case we want to get in thecar.”

“Okay,” shesays.

I hold her hand and for a second, I feel like a normal couple. We start talking easily, about our day, about the future, about Dustin, about theguys.

“Jordan really calmed me down,” she says. “I wanted to kill thatkid.”

I laugh softly. “I can’t blameyou.”

“I mean, he’s such a prick.” She makes a face. “But Jordan really savedme.”

“He’s good like that. Knows what peopleneed.”

“Yeah. I guess that’s a good trait on an advertisingguy.”

“Good point.” I give her a little look before glancing away. That was very insightful, almost impressivelyso.

“How many musicians have you guys put out there?” she asksme.

“Oh god, too many now,” I say. “They haven’t all been a success, but we’re doing prettygood.”

“Pretty good? You guys own the eastcoast.”

I laugh and shrugs. “I guess so. Feels strange, though. I don’t come from this sort ofthing.”

“What do youmean?”

I hesitate a second. I don’t normally talk about myself. I don’t like digging too deeply into the past. I’m the kind of man that lives for the present and tries to enjoy everymoment.

“My parents were poor,” I say finally. “I mean, not dirt poor, but yeah. I had less money than Will. He was constantly paying forus.”

She laughs softly. “Really?”

“Really. He had a paper route, so he had somecash.”

“Will as a paper boy. I can’t seeit.”

“Oh, yeah, for years. Anyway, my parents didn’t have much. They’re gone now, a few years back, but I tried to make their lives as easy as possible once I becamesuccessful.”

“I’m sorry about your parents,” shesays.

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