by Falon Stone
The way Darby screamed with every contraction, I figured they would’ve muzzled her because she had to be scaring the bejesus out of the other patients. But after eighteen long hours, Sabrina finally popped out and started to scream.
Hell, I may have been screaming at that point too. It helped stop me from passing out with all the blood and seeing the most beautiful thing in the world, a pussy, become a crime scene that will take me more than a few weeks to forget.
A lot of porn is going to be watched to replace the mental pictures of Sabrina coming out of Darby’s body with some more pleasant and appealing images. A lot of porn. An obscene amount that would probably land me in Sex Addicts Anonymous like some Hollywood stars.
Sitting on the armrest next to Darby, I brush her hair away from her face as she relaxes back into the chair with Sabrina in her arms. “She is beautiful, though, isn’t she?”
“She’s just as beautiful as her mama.” I smile, thinking I need to pinch myself because I can’t believe this is my life.
Chaz Douglas, family man and father. Who the fuck would’ve believed it a year ago? I was such a manwhore when I was with Kali, having wild threesomes and living out her sexual fantasies.
None of that mattered anymore.
I wanted normal.
I wanted my used-to-be-lesbian girlfriend and the baby in her arms just as much as I wanted to adopt Jackson and make him my own. Who the fuck would’ve ever guessed that I craved normalcy?
Not me.
“Darby,” I say, sliding off the chair and onto the floor. “I wanted to ask you something.”
“You’re still not putting your cock in my ass.”
“The baby,” I remind her because her mouth is filthy, and I don’t want cock or ass to be our little girl’s first words. “Jesus.”
The moment I found out we were having a girl, I had a full-on panic attack. Someday, some creep, much like myself, would be trying to get with my baby girl. I knew in that minute that I’d break every male’s fingers and legs if they even tried to touch her. I saw prison in my future because there isn’t a man on the planet who doesn’t have a sexual thought about every woman they come into contact with every second of the day. I even bought a gun, because you can’t start too early when prepping for the future.
I pull the tiny box from my pocket, clutching it tightly so she can’t see it. “I have something important to ask, and I need to know that you’re listening. Really listening to me.”
“I am,” she says, finally glancing up from the baby and giving me her full attention.
I hold the box up, flipping it open to show her the ring I agonized over for weeks. It was a princess-cut, almost-perfect, one-karat diamond. “Will you marry me?”
She gasps, rocking back in her chair with her mouth open.
“I want you to be my wife.” I pull the ring out, moving it toward her hand even though she’s frozen. “I want you to be Ms. Darby Douglas, and I want us to officially be a family.”
“Well, I…” She gapes at me again as I slide the ring onto her finger without waiting for her confirmation.
“You’re mine, Darby. These are my kids, and I want to be here for every moment of their lives.”
Tears stream down her face again. This has happened a lot since she became pregnant, and I worry that it’s now part of her permanent personality. Every time they start flowing, they gut me. I wipe them away, cleaning her cheeks, and kiss the very spots that have become wet. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” she says. “Yes.”
Just as I lean in, about to kiss her lips and seal the deal, Hunter and Cybill walk through the front door and freeze. “Shit,” Hunter mutters and looks at Darby and then back to me. “I have the shittiest timing.”
“No.” I kiss her quickly and climb to my feet. “She said yes.”
He stalks toward me with his arms outstretched and wraps me in a giant but manly bear hug. “Fuck yeah,” he says.
The kid is doomed to have fuck, cock, or ass be her first word. They’re used more than any others around this group. It’s bound to happen, and I’m sure Darby will know what to do when it does.
“Thanks, man.” I slap him on the back, the public display of affection with another man making me itchy.
Suddenly, the doorway is filled with people. Garrett, Barbie, Cole, Bella, Chip, and the new guy, Clive are standing behind Cybill, waiting to get inside.
“We brought the booze,” Garrett says, holding up three bottles of tequila.
Clive pushes Garrett out of the way. “Fuck tequila, man. Chaz needs porn for a pussy reset, stat. I brought him the best in the business.”
Clive used to be a porn star and has tons of connections in the industry. Somehow, the dumbass became bored fucking some of the hottest and dirtiest women on the planet and decided to do something else with his hands. Barbie roped him into working at Eye Candy, but so far, he seems to love it. Between him and Chip, they’re cleaning house and conquering jobs like a beast.
I’m taking a month off to spend time with Darby, Jackson, and Sabrina and I am happy that shit rolled just as smooth without me. No longer did I feel like I needed to compete with the other guys. I knew I had my magical monster cock, the girl of my dreams, and a family I’d never thought I would.
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“All right, Ma.” While digging through the pile of unopened mail, I found the invitation I’d ignored.
“You need to see your family. It’ll do you good to be around the Gallo side.”
Fran DeLuca had been on my back since the day I’d come home from the army. I loved the hell out of the woman, but she could be a major pain in my ass.
“Why?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. They were her side and, therefore, superior.
“They have their lives together. Sal knew how to raise boys.”
My jaw tightened. “Are you saying I’m not a good man, Ma?”
“Morgan, you know that’s not what I meant.” She sighed. “You need to get out of this city for a little while and clear your head. Plus,” she added, drawing out the S, “I need you to accompany me on the trip. You know I hate traveling alone. The suitcase is always too heavy for me to lift, and I get lost easily.”
I closed my eyes and exhaled. “Fine, Ma. I’ll take you to Izzy’s wedding. But I won’t be happy about it.”
“Thank you, baby. I’ll call now and tell your aunt Maria to expect us. I want to get there a couple of days early. I’ll book the airfare. You just show up sober enough to be allowed on the plane, Morgan. Understand?”
“Ma, I’m not a drunk, for Christ’s sake.” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“I love you,” she said as she disconnected the call.
She showed up at my place, without calling, and found me enjoying a couple of drinks and assumed I’m a drunk.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
I hadn’t seen the Gallos in ages. Izzy had been a gawky teenager with a sharp tongue, and the boys…they were Gallo through and through. They were tough, rough, and always looking for an angle.
I wouldn’t say that I was very different from them, but the bloodline had been watered down with the addition of my father’s side. They were the better half of the family tree.
At least I could spend a couple of days in the sunshine instead of freezing my balls off in Chicago. My mother would have my full attention and use the time to chew my ear off about why didn’t I find a good woman to settle down with already—it was the same conversation we’d had almost every day for the last month.
Before I could even get up from the table, my phone rang again.
“What now, Ma?” I barked as I p
ushed the chair back.
“I spoke to your aunt and everything is set. You’re going to stay with Joe while we’re there, and I’ll stay with Mar and Sal.”
“Do I get a choice in this?” I stood, wandering over to the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city.
“Nope. Everyone else is full. Joey will be happy to have you.”
“I’m going to get a hotel.”
I hated staying with people, especially when I hadn’t seen that person in ten years. I knew them as well as I knew my father, and he walked out of our lives the day I graduated from high school.
“No, you’re not. That would be such a slap in the face. You’ll stay with Joe and Suzy.”
“We’ll talk about it later. I have shit to do.”
“Start packing, Morgan. I’ll book our tickets for the day after tomorrow.” Click.
Ma was the queen of hanging up before I could say anything more.
Staring out at Lake Michigan, I rolled my neck and counted to ten. I could handle a few days with the family.
Maybe they’d help get my mind off all the fucked-up shit I’d seen. My faith in humanity had evaporated while I’d been in combat, but the silence and calm of being a civilian had me climbing the freaking walls.
I needed to get out of here.
Old friends, the kind who were trouble, had been lighting up my phone since the day I returned. They weren’t the type of people I needed to be hanging out with.
As a kid, I found myself in trouble more times than I liked to remember—small crimes, petty theft, and other bullshit things kids do. The last straw came when we stole a car and were quickly popped for the crime.
Instead of spending time in jail, I was given an option—enter the service and turn my life around or head to the slammer and do some time.
The military seemed like the better choice. At least I’d be free and see the world. But the only part of the world I’d seen resembled a barren wasteland, not even close to the tropical paradise the brochures promoted.
I’ll say one thing about the military—it did straighten my ass out and made me a man. I wasn’t the same punk who’d left for basic training.
The last thing I needed was to hook up with my buddies who had never left “the life.” I knew they were still pulling jobs that could land them in prison for much of their natural life. I’d finally been given my freedom back, and there was no way in hell I’d give it up to make a quick buck.
Spending quality time with my quiet family should help me unwind and figure out my future, right?
Who was I kidding?
The Gallos had never been quiet a day in their lives. They were loud and obnoxious, but they were my family, and it would be nice to spend time with them.
It was time to get my shit in order, head down to the Florida sunshine, and get the fuck away from the Windy City.
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Acknowledgments
NIX STONE
To all the politicians, throughout the years who’ve wanted to restrict porn/adult content because it’s BAD for you. Fuck off and stay out of my bedroom!
FALON STONE
Thank you to all the readers who have enjoyed the Eye Candy Handyman series. Nix and I have enjoyed writing the series and can’t wait to release the last two novellas. He’s a dirty bastard and has a lot more filth he can’t wait to pour on to numerous pages. Nix, my sweet, you’re trying my patience, but I still love ya. It may be your birthday when this releases, but sadly… still no anal for you, big boy.