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Chapters (50)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Part Two
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Part Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Three
  47. Chapter Forty-Four
  48. Chapter Forty-Five
  49. Chapter Forty-Six
  50. Epilogue

I turn my face toward his, our lips crashing together, as his hand comes to grip our cocks next to mine. Our grip together is tight as our tongues lick and taste one another. A tingling sensation spreads from my lower spine, into my groin, a pleasure that can be felt everywhere taking over. Breaking the kiss, I hold Stone’s gaze, something much more than lust flooding his eyes. My skin feels electrified under his watch, my heart cracked wide and beating vigorously, and right before I burst, a thought that things will never be the same flashes in my mind. Whatever this is has changed me, changed him.

“Oh, God. Stone, I’m gonna… come,” I groan seconds before my cock pulses, shooting hot cum over our hands. “Fuckkkk!”

Stone lets out a loud, animalistic growl before his release takes hold of him, thick spurts of cum shooting out, mixing with mine. He buries his face in my neck, chest heaving, as we both come down from the high.

We stay embraced in one another for several minutes, catching our breath, before we eventually pull apart. Stone grabs a towel to wipe our hands off and clean the cum off our shirts as best as we can.

It’s late—after three in the morning—by the time we leave. He drives me home, and we make out in the car like teenagers for well over a half hour, before I begrudgingly exit the car and trudge up to the house.

When I climb into bed, one sentence plays on repeat in my mind until I finally fall asleep. “You’re everything, Bambi.”

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Stone Philips

Two Months Later

Frederick and Linda Philips were the epitome of true love and soul mates.

My parents’ love for each other ran deep, and it ran strong. They lived and breathed for one another. My father looked at her like she was his entire world, and my mom’s heart beat only for him. I meant it when I told Cash that their love was the kind romance novels were made from, the kind the greatest sang about. They loved and protected each other until their very last day.

They are who I looked up to when I was a kid, dreaming about what my life might look like, who my spouse might be like. When I met Aida, I wanted her to be my Linda. I wanted my heart to beat differently for her, wanted to feel she hung the moon, and when we were in high school, it was that way—or so it seemed.

Looking back, I think I wanted what my parents had so much that I made myself believe Aida was it. Now, don’t get me wrong, Aida is an amazing woman. She isn’t a monster or a horrible wife. She just isn’t it for me. And I think she knows that too.