Chapters (44)
- Title Page
- Contents
- Copyright
- Also by BROOKLYN CROSS
- WARNING
- Playlist
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Epilogue
- Thank You
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- Stalk Me Links
With a smirk, I put everything back in just the way it had been and locked the doors on my way out. Walking out the back door, I hid among the bushes and was just about to jump over the fence when I could hear a couple talking as they walked down the street. There was the distinct jingle of a collar.
As soon as the dog reached the other side of the wood fence, it stopped and pushed part of its nose through the slat. I held perfectly still as it began to growl and then bark, making my jaw clench together.
“Come on, Daisy, stop it,” the woman said.
Yeah, Daisy, stop it.
“It’s probably a cat or something,” the man commented.
Or something would be correct.
As soon as they were out of sight, I made my move and hopped over the fence and cut across the street to the park, where I took off the booties, gloves, and mask I was wearing. My mind whirred as the information traveled around in my brain. A smirk crossed my lips as I watched a car pull away from the shoulder. There were moments in life you had to let go, and this was going to be one of those moments with my Sunshine.
Sometimes people needed a gentle shove to have them embrace their true selves, but I was prepared to throw my Sunshine off the cliff and see if she could grow wings.
MARGARET
“Oh fuck yes,” I screamed and dug my nails into the young ass that was feeding me his cock. I’d gone far too long without sex, and it was like I’d been starving for it.
“Mrs. L, you feel so fucking good,” Peter groaned as he picked up the pace.
He wasn’t able to last very long, but he could get it up multiple times. I’d taken the night off to come over and talk to Peter about ending things before Kirby got back from her trip, but as soon as he opened the door and offered to open a bottle of wine, the idea went out the window. Besides, my daughter had clarified her intentions with Peter, so why not take him up on his offer?
I gripped his ass hard and arched off the bed as I came.
“Yes, dig your nails in. I love that,” Peter said and picked up the pace. A few thrusts later and he froze in place as he came and then laid down on top of me, panting. “You’re amazing, Mrs. L. I don’t want this to end,” he said, rolling off me and flopping on the bed.
“Kirby’s trip is going to be over soon, and she will be back. Are you prepared for the blowback if we keep this up and she finds out?”
“Yeah, about that. I don’t think she’s going to want to see me again,” Peter said and sat up.