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Halfway in, I’m pleading for him to do it, wanting to feel all of him. When he pulls back, as if leaving my core, I glare at him. “I will hurt you.”

Speaking through gritted teeth, Calvin jests with a curse, “Threatening an officer of the law will land you in handcuffs.”

My response is not what he expected. “Oh, goodie. Round two?” He slams forward, his weight forcing me deeper into the mattress, his hips pistoning him in and out of me. The muscles of his arms flexing with every pump. Flinging my own around his waist, I dig my feet into his ass, my nails into his back, and greedily take it all the while pleading for more.

As my second orgasm beckons, I clench around Calvin, taking great satisfaction in his snarled, “Son of a bitch.” He moves faster, harder, and snakes a hand under my head, fisting the strands and pulling as he shoves in, once, twice, and pours everything he has to give in me. I know the condom was the right decision as we’re still so new, yet there’s a piece of my heart that wishes it wasn’t. “One day,” he promises, and I fear I spoke my disappointment instead of thinking it, but again, it appears we’re in sync in this, too. “There will be nothing between us. Nothing stopping you from making me a daddy.”

With that confident statement, I’m hard pressed not to offer to do so now. Thankfully, sanity prevails, by a thread, and I let my mouth do other things…such as work him up for another round. And yes, there are handcuffs involved.

Chapter Four

Fitzy

November 18th…

Those who know me would say my propensity to keep an eye on my residents is nosiness instead of the affection for them I proclaim it to be. They’re right, but so am I. I truly do care about those who stay here. To me, they aren’t merely a means to money.

Which is why I take such an interest in everybody. Particularly, their love lives. I could pretend that I’m living vicariously through them, but that’d be a lie. I have enough fun for two, maybe three, people on my own.

Honestly, I just love, love and helping people find it for themselves is my calling. In my humble opinion. Ironic considering I don’t have a humble bone in my body.

And since I take watching out for those under my roofs seriously, I don’t hesitate to contact the mom of one of them. When I met Rain and Sunny, the latter hinted how appreciative they’d be if I could be like a fairy godmother for their daughter, Snow. The idea tickled me, and I’d planned to do so anyway, so I agreed.

Which is why, upon seeing a man I didn’t know here the other night, then again last evening arriving with Snow, and leaving this morning, I knew I had to report in. Err, impart my knowledge. “The baby bird had a full nest recently,” I tell Sunny when she answers.

“That’s a fine how-do-you-do,” Rain mumbles, letting me know, as usual, they’re both on the phone. It’s kind of cute, if you think about it, the way they tend to share everything. Though I can imagine perhaps not so much for Snow at times, depending on the conversation.

“Shush, Rainbow Brite,” she scolds him, making me snicker as he was, well, being a downer instead of shining color as the old children’s character did. “Do you want to become a Papaw?”

I can’t see his eyes, of course, but I can hear his tone, and there’s a hopefulness in it when he responds, “More than I want to be a Jedi.” Sunny’s gasp alerts me to the fact that’s a lot.

“Then shush and let Fitzy tell us what she knows.”

“That’s not how you make kids,” he mutters. This is too amusing to interrupt, so I zip my lips and let them carry on.

“No,” she snarks, “but listening is.”

“Then I’ve been doing it wrong for decades.”

“Have you heard me complaining?”

“Not a peep,” he answers. “And I’ve been listening.”

“You old charmer,” she purrs.

“Okay,” I chime in, cutting this off before I get an earful. I mean, I love a good show and all, but there is such a thing as too much. I’m not a voyeur. Plus, I don’t have popcorn ready. “You might want to check in,” I suggest. “Surprise visits are always fun.” Then I tell her what I know in regards to who the man is.

Sunny cackles. “This will definitely be that.”

Not for Snow, I think to myself with an impish grin after we hang up. Perhaps I’ll get lucky and get to watch it. Ooh, do I even have popcorn?

Chapter Five

Calvin

November 21st…

“Wells, you’ve got visitors!” Valdez shouts. I know he said my name, but surely he can’t be talking to me. People don’t come to see me willingly. Normally, when they’re here, it’s because they have to be. I shoot up, thinking perhaps Snow is here, then slam back into my seat. Plural, not single. “I’m stumped,” I admit to Nate who is staring at me in confusion. He also knows this is a new development. Brewster works such crazy hours that it’s hard for her to stop by. Our parents have once or twice since I’ve been here, so the chances it’s them are small.

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