Page 95 of My Mistake To Make

‘I know. I do know, and it’s a silly thing to be upset about when I came like an express train twice in quick succession.’ I flick my gaze up in time to see his small smile. ‘I just, I wanted that moment, you know?’

He nods his head and leans in to press his lips to mine before pulling back and pressing his forehead to mine.

‘It’s not silly, not at all. I’m sorry, Cara. Please tell me to back off if I do that again.’

Dropping the pillow to the side, I lay back down and wait for him to join me before snuggling up to him again. This man… this lovely man.

Not On The Prowl, Or Not Single?

Doug

Dick move, prick. Fuckin’dick move.

Driving away from Cara after what just happened had me feeling like shit.

I went to so much effort to dress up the house. I wanted it to be perfect for her. I even hired a cleaning crew to make sure there wasn’t a speck of dust left when she got home from Missy’s because I wanted it to be exactly that,home,and the moment was fucking perfect until I took from her, the way those prickstook from her. I feel like punching myself in the balls… the sobering realization is that the only reason I’m not doing that is the idea of maybe putting a baby in her one day. Where the fuck did that come from?

I’m not like the others. Her pleasure is my driving force, always. Hearing her screaming my name sent me into some kind of subspace where my need to be so deeply connected to her took over.

I wanted to make it up to her. I wanted to give her the fucking world as an apology for taking that moment from her—the first time she’s been the one in control, the assertive one, and I took it away.

‘Fuck!’ I shout, taking the turn toward Mama’s house a little too quickly, ‘Fuckin’ idiot.’

I need to make this up to her. I wanted, no, I needed to make it right, and then, fuckin’ Jessie pulled me away from her.

I park my truck and get out, seeing Jessie leaning against her car, looking down at the ground while Bowie and Harley run around in the yard.

‘Daddy,’ Bo shrieks running and jumping into my waiting arms, and I pull her close, inhaling her scent, letting her closeness soothe me a little until Harley jumps up and does the punching in the balls for me.

‘Goddam, Harley,’ I groan as I put Bo down and bend forward a little. Jessie laughs sadistically.

‘It’s a good job you don’t need them for anything, huh?’

I glare up at her, and she smirks.

‘I take it Bowie is staying with me?’

‘Yep.’

‘Well, you can go then.’ I’m losing my fucking patience with her.

With a humorless huff of laughter, she turns, gets in her car, and drives away. It doesn’t shock me that she doesn’t say bye to Bowie, and it doesn’t shock me that Bo doesn’t seem to care.

‘Bowie, go inside, take Harley. I’ll be in in a second.’

I watch them head inside and pull out my cell phone.

Me:Baby, I’m so sorry. I’m kicking myself for being such a fuckin’ idiot x

I notice the bubbles of a reply immediately.

Cara:No more apologizing, please. You wanted me to communicate with you. I have. I told you what bothered me, and you said sorry. It’s done. I just need to remember that next time I want control, I’ll have to tie you up so that I can keep it…

She adds a winking face emoji for added impact, but she didn’t need to, my dick was hard from her words, and now I need more than a second before heading inside.

‘That dog better not be on my furniture,’ Mama calls out from the kitchen, and I swear, the woman can see through walls.

‘Down, Harley,’ I whisper, shoving her down and holding my finger to my lips to silence a giggling Bowie. ‘No, Mama, course not.’

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