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Also by Tasha L. Harrison

THE LUST DIARIES

THE TRUTH DUET

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Epigraph

“I am convinced that most people do not grow up … We marry and dare to have children and call that growing up. I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies, and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are innocent and shy as magnolias.”

Maya Angelou

1

Tomás

Locking myself in an airplane bathroom and beating off like a twelve-year-old as my plane made its descent to Charleston International Airport wasn’t something I imagined myself doing at my big age, and yet…

Here I am…

I snarled at my reflection in the tiny bathroom mirror in disgust as I whipped out my already hard dick and dug a bottle of hotel lotion out of my pocket because yes, I’d planned ahead for this moment.

Sage and Summer, the label read.

I found it in the front pocket of my carry-on last night when I was packing and used it to jerk off when I got out of the shower this morning. I wasn’t usually the sort of dude that couldn’t make it through the day without jerking off, but the situation was dire. Sometimes, taking the edge off was a requirement to function in the world like a human being and not a dick desperate to dive into any wet hole. Well, that wasn’t entirely truthful, either. If it was just any wet hole, there’d be no problem. Either way, the cheap hotel lotion had just the right amount of slip to make this jerk-off session quick.

Oh…and one other thing.

I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and opened my voicemail app. My hand trembled as I selected the most recent message from Darcy MacFarland.

My best friend’s mother.

“Hey, Tommy.”

She was the only person that still called me Tommy. Hearing my name in her husky, sweet Southern accent? It made my dick throb and was the only reason why I allowed it. But there wasn’t much I wouldn’t allow Darcy MacFarland to do to me. I popped the lotion open one-handed and squeezed a generous dollop of the slippery cream into my palm.