If my arms weren’t wrapped around Jonathan’s neck, my weakened knees might have given out. He’s standing before me, with one hand wrapped in my hair and the other planted on the base of my back, fingers inching down my ass. His legs are slightly spread, hips close to mine.I open my mouth to say to him I’ve been ready for him to fuck me, but no words come out. I’m breathless before him, excited and intimidated all at the same time. Tingles are running rampant through my body, and I’m as hot as I am cold from the chilly night air.He steps forward, closing the distance between us. His hard cock pressed against me, and holy shit, that thing is big. I shouldn’t be surprised since he towers over me. Every aspect of Jonathan is big, and his cock is no exception. I bring my hand down, fingers trembling, and feel its length through his pants. Jon grunts, pushing himself forward. It will be a tight fit inside of me, and the thought of

I’ve never felt more welcome, more at home, than I do with the Mounts. Everyone was thrilled when Jon told them we were dating. I think I smiled the entire time we ate, the whole way home, and while I straightened up the house when Jon put Edward to bed.“I have to work in the morning,” Jon reminds me when I get into bed next to him.“I know. You’re leaving at seven, right?”“Yeah. And then I have some campaign shit to do.” He turns off the bedside light and takes me in his arms. “I want to stay home with you.”“I’d like that too.” I curl a leg up around him.“Is it presumptuous to open that box of condoms now?” he asks with a cheeky grin. “No. Not at all.”He kisses my neck and moves on top of me. “So, we had sex,” he begins.“We did? When?”“Just now. You didn’t feel it?”&ldqu

“I swear to you, it burned my mouth,” Maggie says and we both laugh. “I told Tommy I would never go down on him again if he eats spicy food. I know he likes it, but for the sake of a blow job he’ll give it—what the fuck?”She grabs my arm and comes to a dead stop.“What’s wrong?” I face Maggie. Her green eyes are wide and it’s like she just saw a ghost. Following her line of sight, I turn and do a double-take. The annoying eavesdropping woman from the visitation room at the prison is standing a few feet from us.Is this a strange coincidence or is she—“What the fuck are you doing here?” Maggie demands, and a darkness that I’ve never seen before comes out in here. “Get the hell out of here before I beat your ass.”The annoying lady puts her hand on her hip and shakes her head. “Nice to see you too, Maggie.” Wait a minute. She knows Maggie?

I pull the blankets tighter around my shoulders, unable to stop shivering. Jon has been gone for nearly an hour now, and I haven’t heard from him. Every minute that passes makes me more anxious. I’ve shut down, told everyone I was tired and wanted to sit in silence on the couch. Morgan wentupstairs to sleep, and Maggie and Tommy left about half an hour ago. Emma woke up crying, and after nursing her back to sleep, Maggie was able to slip her into her car seat and leave.Mrs. Mount walks out from the kitchen to check on me, and I close my eyes and pretend that I’m asleep. I have no idea what will happen. I’m in the middle of nowhere at their farm. While this place feels safe and I trust the Mounts as if they were my own family—actually I trust them more than my own—I want out of here. Because shit is going to hit the fan at any minute and I don’t think I can stand to see the disappointment in Mrs. Mount’s eyes.My

I sit up, eyes waking up before my mind. I’m uncomfortable with stiff legs and an aching back, and for a split second, I think I fell asleep sitting up on the couch. Then I blink and realize my eyes are still sore and swollen from crying.Yes, crying.The room is dark, and I sit up, stretching my arms over my head. I didn’t mean to fall asleep in the stiff armchair next to my father’s bed at the nursing home. After leaving Jonathan’s house, I walked into town, took Eastwood’s only taxi to Newport and was able to get an Uber to drive me up to Chicago.I didn’t know where else to go other than the nursing home. Father was having a bad day, and just sat in his chair not really paying attention to anything. So, for the first time in my entire life, I spilled my guts. Said everything I ever wanted to say. Confessed the bad things I’ve done as well as admit just how deep my love for Jonathan goes.And Father just sat th