“I somehow don’t think I’m the reason your fiancée left you, Nathan.”
“Everyone I know is calling me squeeze toy!” He roars so loud his voice seems to echo off the house across the street.
I don’t know what to say, but drop my hand off the doorknob.
“I fucking warned you! I told you over and over to shut your fucking mouth. That you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. But still your fucking videos went on and on and you would not shut your fucking mouth!” he screams at the top of his lungs.
Paralyzed, my mind races. What is he saying? Why is he blaming me?
“Every fucking day she used to ask me how I never learned a fucking thing from you. How she couldn’t believe I sucked so bad in bed when I lived with you so long, Avery. It didn’t matter how many times I told her you were full of shit, or how many times I told you to stop. Your fucking idiotic videos went on and on.” Spit flies from his mouth as he yells.
“Who the fuck are you?” Knox demands as he comes around the corner of my house.
Knox
The blond asshole glances at me before turning back to Avery, his face beet red from yelling. He’s standing close to Avery, too close and I rush to them and put my arm around Avery, pulling her back to position myself between them.
“What do you mean, told me?” Avery asks.
“Over and over, you fucking bitch. Until you got me banned.”
“Oh my God,” Avery says, “You’re my troll?”
“You’re Hung like a Donkey?” I demand with a laugh.
“You just couldn’t shut your fucking mouth,” he yells, ignoring me again.
I’ve had enough.
“I told you before I’d send you to oblivion you ever bothered her again.”
The guy’s face falls as his gears turn. “You’re Ox Man?”
“Yeah, you saved me the trouble of hunting you down. And now I know who you are, it’ll be real easy for me to find you if you ever comment on her videos again. And make no mistake, I will come for you,” I say, my teeth gritted and my finger pointing at him.
He sizes me up. The guy looks like he’s never played a sport or done any real work in his entire life. I could crush him.
“Get the fuck out of here and never contact Avery again.”
Without saying anything, he turns and gets in his truck and drives off.
My arm is still around Avery, and she’s shaking. I pull her tight against me and wrap both arms around her. Thank fuck I was here to protect her. But I still don’t like it. I can’t stand the thought of her alone in her house. What if the asshole comes back?
“Get your things. You’re staying at my place tonight.”
“I can’t. There’s no way I can be in the same house as you. That would be a bigger torture than Nathan coming back.”
“You know him?”
“He’s my ex.”
It’s always the fucking ex.
“It’s fine. You can sleep in the spare room.”
“But I can’t. Don’t you see how hard this is for me? How can I stay at your house and pretend that everything's a-okay when inside my heart is ripped to shreds? There’s no way. And what about Piper?”
She thinks my heart is any better? We just have to be strong, is all. I’m tough, I can do it.
“I don’t fucking care. There’s no way I’m letting you stay in your house alone tonight. Either you stay at mine, or Piper and I come stay at yours. Your choice.”
“Knox, I’m really thankful you came and scared Nathan away, but we’re not in a relationship, remember? Your words. I’m not your responsibility. This is my house, and I intend to live in it.”
My breath is heavy. Avery feels so right in my arms but I have to let my mind rule. I can’t let Piper down again.
“Only one night. Give him time to calm down. You don’t know what he might do all wound up like that. You’re coming to my house. End of discussion,” I say, my voice stern.
I squeeze her hard, to emphasis my point. And tell myself I will not be tempted by the swell of her tits pushing into me.
This might be a stupid idea, but I can’t let Avery down. She’s not safe in her house tonight.
Holding her tight, I walk her into my kitchen and sit her at the table. She still looks shell shocked. I make us each a cup of coffee, and set one in front of her.
“Coffee always helps,” I say, sitting at the table.
“There’s only one thing that will help make me feel better,” she says, her eyes lowered to her cup, her body still tense. Avery’s hand shakes as she lifts the mug.
I don’t respond because I feel the same way. We sit and drink our coffees in silence. When I finish mine, I take my mug to the sink and start dishing out my one-pot wonder, it’s goulash today.
“Supper,” I call and Piper comes bounding down the stairs and into the kitchen.
“Wow, Avery, I didn’t know you were coming for supper.”
“Her power's out, there’s a problem with her wiring so she has to stay here tonight,” I say.
“That’s so cool. I’ve missed you. We’re going to have so much fun.”
“Sweetie, you don’t have to miss me. You can come over whenever you want, all summer long.”
Her shoulders drop and her face softens. Finally Avery looks like she’s starting to relax.
“Really? Thanks! I miss talking to you sooooo much.”
“I missed talking to you, too. But I’m right next door, you know where to find me.”
“Okay, so would you rather burp bees or fart flashing lights?” Piper asks, giggling.
“Flashing lights,” Avery says and laughs.
I half listen to their conversation, and half wonder why the fuck I impose these rules on myself. But the graduation memory is still fresh. As much as I don’t like my baby growing up, I was looking forward to watching her go up and get her eighth grade certificate.
And that’s why I have rules. No matter how hard they are to follow.
They talk during the rest of our supper, and I listen. To Avery’s voice, to Piper’s laugh, and can’t help wanting more of this.
The three of us clean up the kitchen together, it kills me knowing how perfectly Avery fits into our little family, but I have to remember my fuck up.
“Can we watch Law & Order?” Piper asks.
“Of course,” Avery answers.
Piper races into the living room and sits on the armchair. Avery looks at me, her eyes wide.
“You know what, I’m exhausted, I think I’m going to go to bed,” I say.
“Night, Dad,” Piper says, the remote control already in her hands.
“Sure,” Avery says, her eyes heavy.
“You know where the spare room is, and Piper can show you where the towels and things are.”
“Okay,” she says, her voice devoid of emotion.
“Good night,” I say and walk upstairs.
“Night,” they both say.
I’m not tired at all, I just couldn’t face sitting with them all evening. I grab my iPad and flop onto my bed.
I mess around, reading all sorts of different things and watching all sorts of different videos until I can’t help myself any longer. I curse myself for being weak and open Avery’s YouTube channel.
She posted a video earlier this afternoon, and I click on it. She looks like shit, her hair’s a mess and her eyes are red. As I watch, my throat constricts so tight I struggle to breathe.
When it finishes, I start it over. My ribs feel like they’re being ripped open.
When it finishes again, I scroll down the comments. It’s only been up a few hours, but already there are hundreds of them. Comment after comment of people telling Avery how amazing she is and how she doesn’t need me fill the screen.
Some comments say I’ll come to my senses. I keep reading through them, until one hits me like a punch in the gut.
Single mom of three: Is his responsibility to his child? I understand what he’s t
hinking but he’s wrong. Tell him to stop being scared of messing up his children and start being afraid of missing out the (second) best thing that’s ever happened to him!!!!!! Btw, I’m single mom no more, and my kids have never been happier! What do his kids think of you?
What does Piper think of Avery? Easy, the same way I feel about Avery.
Underneath the comment are at least a dozen replies of people agreeing with her.
I read the comment along with the replies three more times, each time feeling lighter and lighter.
After registering a new account, I leave my own comment.
The unicorn: thank you ex single mom of three. And Avery you are right. Everything about you is right. Perfect, even. You are the (second) best thing that’s ever happened to me.
I’ve never been good with words.
Avery
Piper went to bed ages ago, but I’m delaying. I can’t bring myself to drag my feet up the steps to sleep in Knox’s spare room. Though it’s true, I’m too uncomfortable to go home. I’ve never seen Nathan like that, and Knox is right, he might come back.
I’m lucky Knox was there. Who knows what Nathan would’ve done?
Even if Knox having his arm around me, holding me, supporting me was almost too much for my heart to bear. Because I know it wasn’t real. And no matter how much I want it to be real, I have to face facts and push those thoughts out of my mind.
Knox running away and staying in his bedroom all night was proof his mind can’t be changed. I’m here because he’s being neighborly, nothing more.
Still, I can’t bring myself to climb the stairs and sleep in his spare room. Even if it is after one in the morning. I start another mindless movie on Netflix, and lay out on the couch.
“What are you still doing up?” Knox asks in a quiet voice.
His hand brushes over my hair, and I realized I dozed off. I push myself up and sit. The dim end table light is on, but it’s otherwise dark.
“I must’ve fallen asleep watching TV,” I say.
“What were you watching?”
“I don’t know. It doesn’t matter.”
“I can’t sleep either,” he says and sits beside me.
Flutters fill my chest. I swallow and become teary. I can’t do this. I can’t be in his house, this close to someone I want so badly. My breathing speeds and I focus on pushing away my feelings.
“It’s been a hard couple of days for me,” I say.
“They haven’t been easy for me either, you know.”
“Thanks for helping me with Nathan.”
“You think I’d let that asshole anywhere near you? Now I know who he is, if he makes any more comments on your videos, he’ll pay.”
His words fill me, and I struggle to keep my feelings down. I bite the inside of my cheek, wondering why he’d say such a thing.
“Thanks,” I say, mumbling.
“I’d never let anyone hurt you.”
I want to ask why, but can’t bring myself to. I can’t sit here. Not beside someone who owns my heart and doesn’t want me. Fuck Nathan, I’ll take my chances.
Staggering to my feet, I step away from the couch.
“Where are you going?” Knox asks.
“Home. I need to go home.”
My heart pounds and my knees are weak, but I have to get out of here. To retreat home where I don’t have to suffer in his presence.
Knox reaches out and grabs my hand, the contact exploding my heart. My chest heaves, stuck between what I want to do and what I need to do.
“I watched your latest video,” he says.
I freeze. He must think I’m an idiot. I swore I’d never post a video unplanned again, but I went ahead and did it again. This time completely unedited, complete with crying and stupid wishes and everything else. My cheeks heat with shame.
At the same time, I want to know what his reaction is.
Or maybe it’s better that I don’t know. That it’ll hurt too much when he pushes me away even more.
I swallow, and say, “Oh.”
Knox squeezes my hand, and pulls me back onto the couch. Our legs are touching, and he’s still holding my hand. I’m exhausted, but the contact wakes my body.
“It was never about you, or my feelings for you. It was about Piper.”
“I know. I just wanted you to see that I understand, but also that you’re too hard on yourself.”
“You know, a lot of people commented on it.”
“They have?” I haven’t looked at it since I posted it. I probably ruined my credibility and career because of it, and right now I want to pretend it never happened.
“They all say I’m an idiot.”
I don’t say anything, but am relieved to hear my fans supporting me. It really does mean a lot to me.
“And I agree with them,” Knox says.
It takes a second for the words to sink in, but when they do, my head flies to look him in the eye for the first time since he woke me.
“You do?” I say, in disbelief.
“I do. And I’ve been thinking. You and Piper, you get along so well. And God knows I’m going to need help with a teenage daughter. She deserves you. At least a chance with you. If you were serious about what you said.”
“I am, absolutely. She’s so amazing.” I laugh through my emotions, “I never thought I’d want to hang around with a thirteen year old so much.”
“She feels the same way about you.”
“And you?”
“Even if I don’t deserve you, I want you. I can’t go on denying the way I feel about you. You make me feel things I’ve never felt in my entire fucking life. And I thought I’d have to ignore them, for Piper’s sake. But if you really feel the way about both of us that you said in the video, then I can’t let go of you. Because you’re right, when you know you’re meant to be with someone, you know.”
Tears stream down my cheeks as he speaks. It all seems like a dream, and part of me wonders if I’m asleep on the couch.
“Of course you deserve me. I understand why you thought you let Piper down. I let her down, too. I should’ve asked her more questions when she brought up her mother, and it breaks my heart that I let her down so much.”
“She isn’t your responsibility.”
“It’s nothing to do with whose responsibility she is. I let someone I care about down.”
“That’s what I did. With you, I let you down.”
“What you did is confirm everything I thought about you.”
“That I’m an asshole?” Knox says, his nose twitching.
“No, that you’re the most caring man I’ve ever met. I just want you to see that you can care for Piper and me.”
“I know that now, after Nathan. After all the comments on your video. And most of all, because you and Piper get along so well. I can’t keep you from her. Which is good, because it’s been tearing me up inside. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”
As he finishes his last word, he cups my head and presses his lips against mine. I fling my arms around him, holding him as tight as I can as our kiss deepens.
All of the tension of the last few days melts away as I melt into his arms. All thoughts of Nathan vanish in his strong arms. Above all, my body overflows with everything I feel for Knox.
He drags his lips away, and with a low voice says, “There’s just one thing.”
“What?” I ask, gasping and desperate for his lips back.
“You’re going to have to learn to come in silence.”
His words force a moan from my throat. Knox puts his hand over my mouth, and says, “That’s what I’m talking about. Can you be quiet?”
“I thought you liked my voice,” I tease, wiping the tear stains from my cheeks.
“I do. But I also like your pussy. And right now I can’t have both.”
“You move fast, right back to my pussy. Is that what this is really all about, I’m here, you’re here, we might as well get together,” I say, teasing, my cheek pressed agains
t his.
Knox scoops me onto his lap, and growls, “You want to wait? I can wait.”
I suppress a squeal, and say, “No waiting. I spent too much time watching you out my window today.”
“I didn’t hear you, I’m glad you can be quiet,” he says, and closes his mouth over mine before I can set him straight.
Our kiss is needy, hungry but at the same time deeper. Like we both know it’s serious this time, and that we’re not just enjoying each other but committed to each other as well. Along with Piper.
I’m officially part of this family now, and I’ve never felt like anything has ever been so right.
The thought fills me with heat, and I whimper, and press myself against him. His hard dick digs into my leg, causing my already slick walls to contract with longing for him to be inside me.
Knox kisses across to my ear, and says, “Come to bed.”
Knox
Taking Avery’s hand, I pull her up the stairs and into my bedroom. After pulling her top off over her head, I slide my hands around her ribs and undo her bra.
I can’t wait any longer. Pushing down the way I really felt for her was crushing me, but now that I’ve released all those feelings, I’m overcome with need to claim her body as mine, the way she’s claimed my heart as hers.
She lets her bra fall to the floor, and I can’t help but smile at her perfect tits — my perfect tits. My dick swells.
While she takes off the rest of her clothes, I pull mine off. Once we’re both naked, I pull her against me and close my eyes at the skin-on-skin contact. I push my fingers through her hair and bring her lips to mine.
Our kiss becomes frantic, my cock now rock hard with anticipation.
Avery wiggles out of my hold and drops to her knees. I struggle to suppress a groan, knowing we have to be quiet. But fuck me, this is too good.
She licks up and around my shaft, and I’m unable to take my eyes off her. Squinting in the dim light, I can make out her full lips as they take me into her mouth.
Bobbing her head, my shaft runs back and forth over her prodding tongue. I have to grab her head to compensate for the intensity. When I think things can’t get better, Avery angles her head up and the next thing I know, my cock is halfway down her throat.
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