J. Daniels

I’ve never fucked a guy before.”

“Oh my god, really? Oh, god, my dick. Oh, fuck. Fuckkk. I’m coming, Jake. Oh, fuck. I’m coming.”

That pushes him over the edge—being my first.

How hot is that?

“It makes me feel good. I like the contact. Oh. They’ve added some new stuff on here. Lots of choices. See anything you like?”

“Yeah.”

“Which one?”

I turn my head when he doesn’t answer and holy fuck, he’s looking right at me and smirking while he chews.

And?” Felix stands then, pushing up against my chest and bumping me back. “If I had to knock your smartass out, I would’ve done it. I would’ve kept you out, Jake. Tackled you. Fucking dragged you. Whatever I needed to do. Even if it meant swallowing every fucking pill in that house—I’d do it so you couldn’t.”

can I drive us tonight?
please?
my car stopped smelling like u and it sucks so much :(

For someone who blushes more than anyone I’ve ever seen, Felix text-flirts like a champ.

“We can’t do this again.”
“I know.”
“I wish we could.”
He simply nods with his eyes downcast, and I don’t think he’s going to respond.
But then he kills me.
“We’d be so good together. I just know we would.”

“Everything is stacked against us,” I say. “We’d be a tragedy, Felix. This wouldn’t work.”
His smile is confusing.
“You don’t agree?” I ask, and how fucked up is it that I actually hope he doesn’t.
“No. I agree.” He steps closer and presses one (last) kiss to my mouth. “I just know that wouldn’t stop me.”

There’s a small chance I’ve really thought about our future together.
In my defense, I didn’t pick out the names of our children until after I had Jake’s tongue in my mouth and I knew he was into me.
So, it’s not that weird.

I wave to Jake when I’m halfway up, shouting, “Be right back!” and “Just put her down if you’re sick of her!” because over my dead body is Bella staying curled up on his lap while we watch a movie. That’s my spot.
Or, at least, I feel the option should be available.

“Do you need anything? PJs? An extra blanket?”
Your dick sucked?
Felix!