Page 28 of Bratty Badboys

I found Anna looking at us over his shoulder.

“Your loss, pretty boy,” I said to him and walked over to her. “Dance with me, ma’am?”

The surrounding women looked at us with wide eyes as she gingerly took my hand. I loved how soft her palm was compared to Kyle. She easily fit in my arms, and she was shorter than me.

“Did I tell you that you look hot as fuck in that dress?” I whispered in her ear, my hand lowering to her butt.

“Caleb,” she said, and I inched my hand back to her hips. Her eyes roamed over my body as I swayed her. “You might have. I don’t remember.”

Mhmm. Mama is a player.

“I can show you how hot you are.” I smirked, twirling her around before pulling her back to my chest. Her pupils dilated. “I want to fill you up again. I miss your pussy.”

“Caleb.” She took a shaky breath, looking around with wide eyes and pink cheeks. “What if someone might hear us?”

“Would that be so bad?” I shrugged my shoulders. “Wanting to share your pretty body with someone else? Two men worshipping your curves and that pretty puss?—”

“Caleb. Behave.” She blinked up at me, biting her lip as the color on her cheeks darkened.

She wants it.

“Yes, mama,” I said, eyeing her lips. I wished I could kiss her, but I knew she would be uncomfortable with PDA in front of all these people, and not to mention, it was her nephew’s wedding.

The song ended, and I had to let her go, but before she left, she leaned on her toes and whispered in my ear, “Be ready tonight.” Her eyes were bright as she added, “I’ll knock on your door.”

I licked my lips. “I’m always ready for you, pretty.”

Me and Caleb Junior were more than ready for the round two to fuck her pretty pussy raw.

But this time, I wanted her to use me.

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SEXY LITTLE COUGAR

ANNA

My stomach was full of nerves. I couldn’t stomach the food properly, so I excused myself and made my way out of the reception courtyard.

Unknown: you gonna keep ignoring me?

Unknown: stop acting so high and mighty

Unknown: I’m waiting by the garden alcove come now or I’ll come meet my son

I clenched my phone and took a deep breath. I knew that this day would come. But I didn’t predict that it’d come so fast and especially on Aaron’s wedding.

My hands shook, leaning against the wall. The alcove he was talking about was only a few feet from where I was. If he met Aaron, what would he say? I was a bad mom for taking him away?

Shaking my head, I took another deep breath. Lifting my chin high, I marched towards the alcove. Alice was with Jem, and Aaron was laughing with his friends. My kids were safe, and I would do anything to keep them safe.

The scent of smoke was the first thing I noticed. I scoffed. Of course, a no smoking sign won’t stop him.

“Timothy,” I said the name of my ex for the first time in a decade. He turned around, and I blinked at his face and clothes. He looked different. Strange. We were the same age and yet his salt and pepper hair was thinning, a bald spot inching on the sides of his face with dark eye bags underneath his eyes. His eyes were dull and glassy. As if he hadn’t slept well in ages.

“Anna!” He exclaimed, throwing the cigarette on the ground and crushing it with his shoes. At least he was wearing clean dress shoes and a pressed suit. He stepped towards me to hug me, but I stepped back and crossed my arms.

Tim scoffed, lowering his arms and pocketing his hands. “You look… fatter than I last saw you.”

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