Overlooked(2)(123)

He takes Trixie from Cess and holds her. I walk along beside him, pushing the empty stroller.

Steel leads me straight to the Ferris wheel, past the massive line and right to the front.

“You fucking cocksucker, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” Whiskey says with a smile.

“Watch your mouth around my kid,” Steel says, covering one ear of Trixie’s ears.

“You gotta be shitting me, I never thought I’d see your ugly face again,” Whiskey says.

“And I was hoping I’d never see yours,” Steel says. He sounds tough, but I know he’s laughing on the inside.

The ride stops, and Whiskey moves to unload the first car. The people get off, and Steel steps on with Trixie, with me right behind him.

“You can’t take a baby on that ride!” someone yells.

“There’s a line here!” another yells.

Barbara’s going to love this juicy bit of gossip, but not one iota of me gives a shit. In fact, I’d love tell her myself. Actually, what I’d really love to do is describe Steel’s dick to her. The look on her face would be priceless.

Steel’s holding Trixie in his arms, and I know she’s completely safe. I snuggle up beside them. The Ferris wheel stops and starts, loading and unloading, and soon our car is stopped at the very top.

“Look, Trixie, you can see everywhere from here,” Steel says.

Trixie’s eyes are wide, and her head turns in every direction.

“You can even see Grandma’s house,” I say, pointing.

She follows the direction of my finger, but I doubt she can see where I’m pointing, there’s too much in between, and her eyes are drawn by the other moving rides.

“Would you believe, little miss, that your mommy and I had our first date right here, in this very spot?”

My eyes shift to the car number, and I see it’s the same car we first sat in together. And the same one we got married in. Obviously Steel set this up with Whiskey before.

“I knew the moment I first laid eyes on your mommy that I had to have her.”

“I don’t think she gets the double entendre,” I say, smiling.

Steel doesn’t look at me, instead he continues talking to Trixie. “At first she only wanted me for one thing, but when I didn’t give it to her, she started to realize I was just more than a pretty face. And she started loving me, just like I loved her. And then you came along. You’re very lucky you have the best mommy in the whole wide world. And I’m going to take you, all around the whole world, just to prove it to you.”

We’ve been at the top for ages, far longer than it takes to unload and load a car, and I realize Steel’s arranged this with Whiskey too.

“I never thought I’d get win at anything, and here I won the biggest prize of all. Except I keep doing something wrong. Even though I keep trying to do better. Three times, and I still never got it right.”

I look at him, and though he’s talking to Trixie, his blue eyes are boring straight into me. He moves his closed hand over to me, and opens it. A massive solitaire lies in the center of his palm.





Swallow Hard


(NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED!)





I’ll show her mine if she shows me hers


Being a single dad at new school isn’t easy.


Especially when your son’s being bullied.


Then I meet single mom Penny, and am instantly hard.


All I want are her pouty lips wrapped around my cock.


Until I find out she’s hiding something from me.





***Quick, super steamy instalust story with a guaranteed HEA***





Penny




I said never again, and yet here I am. In my idea of motherhood torture.

“I know you didn’t want to do this after last year, so I’ve given you the easiest task. It’s the bouncy castle. The bouncy castle company operates it. All you have to do is take the money, give the kids the token, and tell them to stand in line,” Kate says, her voice soft and slow, as if she’s talking her daughter into going to the dentist.

“Thanks for giving me the bouncy castle, I appreciate it.”

“Hunter should be here any minute to help. The two of you just have to sit here in these nice, comfy chairs for two hours and you’re done.”

My eyes shift to the blue chairs. Designed for six-year-olds, the chairs come up to my knees and are definitely not my idea of comfortable.

I nod and sit, my knees almost at my ears.

Kate flashes me a fake smile and rushes off, clearly stressed. I don’t know why anyone would volunteer to run the PTA spring party.

I learned that the hard way, after I ran it last year when my son, Jack, was in kindergarten. It rained, volunteers went AWOL, barely anyone came and we hardly made any money despite the weeks I spent working on it.