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I reach down and position my now-hard-again dick at her pussy. Before entering, I say, “No, not confident—cocky enough.”

  “Yes, Mr. Peppernick, you are cock—”

  My dick interrupts her smart remark as it slides into its favorite creamy cunt.

  "Oh fuck!" she gasps as her back arches.

  With her hands on my shoulders and tits in my face, Mandy moves up and down, slow at first, adjusting and accommodating. Her pussy is like a glove—two sizes too small—that fits perfectly around me. It's when her speed picks up that I know she's stretched to just the right size.

  As I steer my car into the elementary school's parking lot, I think about the letter in my purse, the one telling me to be here for an emergency meeting with Jase's teacher. The sense of dread fills me and for a moment I wish I weren't alone. I could have asked my mother. She would have come, but that's not the same. I long for Jackson...and now, Malcolm.

  A part of me feels guilty that I think of Malcolm that way. I would never try to replace Jackson, but as Sally and Mom have been telling me, life goes on.

  Maybe I should have shared more about Jase with Malcolm. After all, he said he's a teacher, but I’m scared. I'm afraid of letting Jase get close and Malcolm leaving. I don’t want to be the cause of any more disappointment or loss for Jase.

  When school started, Jase was having problems adjusting. I’d met his first teacher, a Mrs. Williams. She was old-school and wanted all the children in their places. I understand that’s important, but it’s not the only part of school. We’d met a few times and discussed his energy. When it seemed that Mrs. Williams and Jase weren't a good fit, the school decided to move Jase to a different teacher, a man.

  The principal reasoned that with Jackson out of Jase's life, maybe a male influence would be beneficial. While I argued he had his grandfather, I couldn't completely disagree with their rationale. If it would help Jase, I was all for it.

  The day we were to meet Mr. P., Cruella Deville decided I'd taken too much time away from the office and my presence was essential at work. Sometimes I hate balancing my job with parenting. It is never fair, to either one.

  My mother went in my stead.

  She said Mr. P. was a nice man, even mentioned he was good-looking and she didn't see a wedding ring. I just rolled my eyes. Nevertheless, after Jase moved to Mr. P.'s class it seemed as if things got better. Jase even talked incessantly about Mr. P.

  Mr. P. said this. Mr. P. said that. It was almost too much. Mom thinks it’s because other than Dad, there isn’t a man in Jase's life. I think that’s her way of saying she wants to meet Malcolm and wants me to introduce Malcolm to Jase.

  I know it’s wrong to prevent it, but as I said, it all frightens me. I’m scared to be happy. I’m scared to bring all the separate parts of my life together because if I do, it could all implode. Or worse, it could be perfect and then one day it could disappear.

  A tear falls down my cheek as I push those thoughts away.

  Now Mr. P. wants to meet with me, and I’m afraid he’ll tell me that Jase needs to leave the class, that it isn't working. I'm afraid he's going to recommend a private school or something else. I don’t even know for sure what I’m afraid of, but I know I am.

  For not the first time, I'm scared and alone.

  With my car parked, I send Malcolm a text. He’s at work, but I send it anyway.

  I should have told you, but I was afraid. I’m at my son’s school. I’m scared and I wish you were here. My hand trembles as I write the part my heart tells me to write. He’s a great kid. You’re an amazing man. If you’d….I backspace to man. Can I introduce the two of you? I would love for you two to meet.

  My heart is beating a million miles a minute.

  I don’t expect Malcolm to take on the responsibility of Jase. I guess I just hope he’ll be willing to support me as I shoulder the responsibility.

  The alarm on my phone rings and I read my screen.

  School meeting with Jase’s teacher.

  I take a deep breath, wipe the tears from my cheeks, and enter the school.

  “Mrs. Harrison?” the receptionist asks as I push the button to enter the school.

  “Ms. Wells, actually, but yes, I’m Jason Harrison’s mother. I’m here for a meeting.”

  A moment later, I'm in the main office. “Yes, Ms. Wells," the older receptionist says. "Mr. P. is waiting for you in the conference room.”

  I follow closely behind as she leads the way. When we approach, I hear the ringing of Jase’s laughter. Suddenly my dread and fear bubble to the surface. I reach for the receptionist’s arm. “Is my son in there?”

  “Yes,” she says with a smile. “I believe he is.”

  “Why? If there’s a problem, he’s too young—”

  “Ma’am, I don’t think there’s a problem. Mr. P. is—”

  We round the corner and two sets of blue eyes turn toward us. The ones I love and have since the day he was born, and the other, the sexiest, most stunning blue eyes I know. That second pair renders me speechless, staring at me with obvious shock. My feet forget to move as his gaze holds me captive.

  “Ms. Wells is here,” the receptionist says.

  Malcolm stands, confusion obvious on his face. “Wells? Harrison?”

  “Yes, I'm sorry," the older woman says. "I had it wrong on the paper.”

  Jase jumps from the chair beside Malcolm and runs toward me. “Mommy, this is Mr. P. He says I’m doing good!” His sweet voice rings through the conference room.

  “Good?”

  Jase grabs my hand and pulls me forward. “He says we get to tell you.”

  Malcolm still hasn’t said more than my name.

  I look around. The receptionist is gone.

  “Mr. P?”

  Malcolm's grin overtakes his expression of confusion as he shrugs. “Peppernick is hard for kindergarteners to say.”

  I shake my head. “I knew you were a teacher, but you never said that you taught kindergarten."

  His shoulder moves up and down. "We agreed to keep everything centered on us."

  "B-but you're Jase's teacher?”

  Malcolm’s smile broadens. “And you’re Jason's mother. You have a marvelous son.”

  The weight of the world lifts off my shoulders and my heart. I blink away the tears of relief. “I do.”

  Malcolm lowers himself to one knee and looks at Jase. "And you have a great mom."

  Jase's smile fills his entire face. "I do." He turns to me. "See, Mom. I told you Mr. P. is cool."

  "Yes, Jase. Mr. P. is very cool."

  “You know, you’re insatiable,” Malcolm says as I lift my very pregnant body over his and slide down on his hard rod.

  “Hmmm,” I hum. “You don’t seem to mind.”

  “I don’t. But I miss the sailor talk.”

  With my hands on his shoulders I move up and down, enjoying the friction as his thumb strokes my oversensitive clit.

  “Fuck,” I whisper, bending as close as I can.

  “Louder, beautiful.”

  Holding my hips, he moves me with more force as my head rolls backward and back arches. With our baby bigger than a basketball between us, I bend close to his ear.

  “I-I can’t. I don’t want Jase to hear.”

  Malcolm laughs as he palms my breast. "He's still asleep. If he weren't he'd be in here." He leans upward and sucks one of my nipples and then the other. "I love how big your tits have gotten."

  My knees flex and as our speed increases. I'm not the only one whispering cuss words. Malcolm, too, is murmuring them. There's a low roar of fucks as his neck strains and grip tightens. There may not be any new words in his repertoire, but I love the way the few he says rumble to my core, just as his deep voice and hard cock do.

  Once I collapse against the pillows, Malcolm leans my way. “Are you sure you are up for the zoo today?”

  I shake my head. “Maybe a nap first." I reach down and stroke his dick. "You, however, are definitely more up than me, but yes, I wa
nt to go. We promised Jase and before we know it, his little brother will be here. I don’t want Jase to think we aren’t spending enough time with him.”

  Malcolm pulls me close and rubs his hand over my huge midsection. “Do you hear that, Jack? Your mommy is afraid you’ll be taking all our time.”

  My smile grows as Malcolm talks to our not-yet-born son.

  “What she doesn’t realize—" He goes on as if Jack were answering. "—is that your brother will want to spend more time with you than he will with us. We’re the old people.”

  “Hey, speak for yourself. I’m not old.” As I talk, Jack moves, and then one side of my tummy is suddenly higher than the other.

  "That is so cool," Malcolm says, his hand firmly on our son.

  "Oh, he's as active as his brother."

  “I think he likes it when his mommy and daddy are close."

  My lips twitch. "How close?"

  "Well, Mrs. P., I suppose that's up to him. I'm game for another round."

  "I thought you said I was insatiable."

  His hands roam down to my ass. "I know how much you like..." His finger traces my tight hole. "And I love it when you're on your knees."

  I shake my head. Malcolm's right. I do like that. I hadn't let him take me in the ass until after we were married just about nine months ago, but once he did, like everything else Malcolm does, I was hooked. I curl my body as close as I can, resting my head on his chest. "Nap then zoo."

  Malcolm laughs, making his broad chest shake. "Maybe you are old."

  "Pregnant, not old."

  "Alright—" He strokes my hair. "—beautiful, don't worry about Jase. He's excited about being a big brother. I’m sure that the first time they meet they'll be best buddies.”

  I lift my face toward Malcolm and kiss his full, sexy lips. “Hmm," I hum once our kiss ends. "I’m glad we met.”

  “Best meeting ever.”

  And they lived happily ever after!

  TEN YEARS AGO

  "You're such an ass," Jess blurts out. Her tone sounds angry, but her volume is still low.

  I shrug with a smirk as I heave my backpack higher on my shoulder. As we step through the front doors of our high school, the onslaught of the warm Missouri sun causes me to squint my eyes. For a few steps I think about how to answer her, what to say. If she were a guy I'd have the perfect response. I'd say that I wasn't the ass, but Maura Sharpe had a fine ass and I'd fucked that too.

  But Jess isn't a guy, and even though she's my best friend, I'm confident she doesn't want that much detail. I can see her in my imagination scrunching her cute little nose and after hitting me halfheartedly saying, 'Gross, TMI!'

  Trying to avoid her manhandling—something I wouldn't take from anyone else—I start to reply when she purposely bumps her shoulder against mine, her tiny frame filled with enough hostility to almost bounce me from the sidewalk. I grin. So much for my attempt to avoid her physical aggression.

  Catching my balance as car after car peels past, determined to leave the parking lot before the line begins to form at the stoplight, I stare down at her and with a gleam in my eyes, ask, "Are you trying kill me?"

  Jess shakes her head. "Maura? Maura?" Each time she asks, echoing the name belonging to her friend and my latest fuck, her voice gets louder and the name more exaggerated.

  I hit the unlock on my truck as Jess goes around to the passenger side.

  Once we're both inside, I start the truck and immediately roll down the windows. Missouri weather has serious multiple-personality issues—freezing one day, sweltering the next. It’s like it has as much trouble as I do deciding what it wants.

  Jess lifts her long blonde hair and directs the air conditioning vent in her direction.

  "What do you want me to say?" I finally ask as I back out of the space, barely missing two girls walking with their heads together, too lost in their conversation to realize they're about to become road kill.

  As my bumper moves in their direction, one of them turns toward me, but as soon as she recognizes my truck, her anger turns to a smile and her eyes search for mine in the side mirror.

  "Hi Ashton," she calls with the telltale flick of her neck and a finger wave. "Call me."

  I wave at the same time I see Jess's head shake in my peripheral vision. As I ease the truck into the line of traffic, I say a silent prayer that the girl won't try to come up to my open window.

  Jess cranes her neck over her shoulder. "Isn't she a freshman?"

  "Is she?"

  "Jeeze, Ash. You really are a manwhore. You know that?"

  I lift my brows. "No, Jess, I'm not a whore. Whores get paid. I willingly share my talents with those in need. I think that's called a humanitarian."

  We finally make our way out of the parking lot and onto the side streets and with a little acceleration comes a nice breeze to cool the cab. Admittedly, it works better than my AC. But one day I won't be driving a beat-up old truck. One day, I'll have a car to go along with my body and personality.

  "Maura's my friend," Jess says.

  "Maura's a big girl. She knew what she was doing. Actually, she knew—"

  Jess lifts her hand. "Stop. You know our deal. No details. I don't want to know about the little freshman or Maura."

  "Well, let me just say that Maura is much more experienced."

  "Noted. But you know she just broke up with Matt. The last thing she needs is you using her for a one-night stand."

  I reach over and squeeze Jess's leg. "You know me. I don't use girls. They come to me."

  "Because you're so freaking fantastic in the sack?"

  My cheek rises, creating my signature cocky, lopsided grin. "That is the word on the street."

  She sighs and lays her head against the seat. "Is that all you want?"

  I look over at my best friend. There's something about Jess that makes her different than every other girl I've ever known. Maybe it's that we've known each other since we were kids. Maybe it's that we know everything about one another. Maybe it's that we swore never to lie to one other, and we haven't. I'm not sure of the reason, but for the first time since I was balls deep in Maura Sharpe, I feel a little bad about it.

  Which is strange.

  I never feel regret.

  Euphoria, a fucking fantastic release as my dick explodes and some pussy squeezes it tight, yes, but never regret.

  "Jess, what is it?"

  She turns toward the open window, her hair blowing in the breeze and takes a minute before she answers. "I think it's that we're graduating in a few weeks. We're going off to college and we have friends getting married."

  "We also have friends with kids on the way. Do you want that to be you?"

  Jess looks at me for a minute and then turns back to the open window. "Someday."

  "Someday, but not now. Not at eighteen."

  After a sigh, she leans back against the seat. In the few seconds that passed, her fun smile, the one that has gotten us both in trouble more times than I can count is back. "Then Mr. Michaels, keep your cock in your pants."

  "Don't worry. I have a lifetime supply of wraps. I'm well practiced at safe sex."

  "It's just that Maura has been texting me all day. She's sure she's 'in love'. And by the way, 'you're the best.'" Her voice does this sing-song thing when she relays Maura's messages.

  "Oh, I am the best, but love? No way." I shake my head. "I told her the same thing I tell them all: I'm not a commitment kind of guy."

  "She mentioned that," Jess says. "She also asked me what your favorite color is. Your favorite food. Your favorite TV show...on and on. She's got it bad."

  I bypass our neighborhood and keep driving. It's easier walking away from someone if there's no connection. I should have followed my gut and told Maura no. I should have realized that her friendship with Jess would be an issue. But I swear, Maura wouldn't take no for an answer, and well, my dick wasn't saying no.

  "Where are we going?" Jess asks.

  "How about coffee?"

>   She shakes her head. "No, I'm broke."

  "I'll buy." I offer, but we both know I don’t have much money either.

  "No. How about the lake? It's a beautiful afternoon."

  I nod, taking in the bright blue sky.

  A few minutes and a few dirt roads later, I park and turn off my truck. The lake isn't big and it's kind of hidden away. It's owned by some guy who doesn't even live close by. The old gate at the end of the lane that is supposed to keep people out has been permanently removed from its rusty hinges.

  Now it's one of the places teenagers in our town go. It's not just teenagers. Dads bring their kids here to fish and families even come to swim. It's too early in the year to swim. The water would be freezing.

  I lead as we walk the edge of the lake, up some high rocks. It's the perfect spot. From up here you can see down into the depths of the dark water and over to the lane. No one can sneak up on you here. You can see everything, like being on the top of the world.

  "Truth or dare," I say.

  Jess sways her shoulders back and forth as she contemplates my question. "Truth, you know I'd never lie to you."

  "Are you still holding out?"

  She smiles with her eyes gazing down. "Do you mean have I put out yet?"

  "I mean, has Todd gotten in your pants yet?"

  "Those are two different questions. Pick one."

  My chest aches a little at the thought of that dick with his hands down Jess's shorts. But I remind myself that she's my friend. I have no right to expect her to stay a virgin when I'm fucking every other girl out there. "First one."

  "I am, but I don't think it can last much longer."

  I stand taller. "Jess, if that ass is pressuring you..."

  "That’s not what I mean. I mean, I think I want to. I just don't know if he's the forever kind of guy."

  "Your turn," I say as I peer down. The water is easily twenty feet below us. In the summer there were many times we'd jumped from here into the cool spring-fed lake below.

  "OK. Truth or dare?"

  I look up at her sparkling green eyes and realize that she's seeing the same thing—the water. I can practically see her think about jumping or making me jump. It's not that I don't want to. If it were summer and twenty degrees warmer, I wouldn't hesitate, but well, my better sense says, "Truth."