All Chapters of YES! DADDIES: AN EROTIC COMPILATION OF SHORT STORIES: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

HINEYLodge kisses me like he’s been thinking about it for a lot longer than a year.His mouth is on mine and his hand is in my hair and I’m making sounds I’ve never made before because this is Lodge. My best friend. The person I’ve known for ten years who apparently kisses like he’s trying to consume me whole.When he pulls back we’re both breathing hard.“How long have you wanted to do that?” I ask.“Too long.” His thumb traces my bottom lip. “Can I do it again?”“You can do whatever you want.”Something dark flashes in his eyes. “Be careful saying things like that.”“Why?”“Because I’ve had six months to think about all the things I want to do to you. And if you give me permission I’m not going to hold back.”My stomach clenches. “Good. Don’t hold back.”He kisses me again, harder this time, and his hands slide down to my waist. He pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him and I can feel he’s already hard beneath me.“Fuck,” I breathe against his mouth.“Not yet. But soon.” His h

ARETHAThe agreement was simple.No feelings. No expectations. No sleepovers unless we pass out. Just sex when we both need it and friendship the rest of the time.Noose and I have been doing this for three months and it’s been working perfectly.Except it stopped working about two weeks ago and I haven’t figured out how to tell him yet.It’s Friday night and I’m at his apartment because I texted him an hour ago asking if he was free. He responded with his address and “door’s unlocked” which is our usual routine.I let myself in and find him in the kitchen pouring two glasses of wine.“Hey,” he says without turning around. “Long week?”“The longest. My boss is being impossible and I need to not think about work for a few hours.”“I can help with that.” He hands me a glass and his fingers brush mine. The contact shouldn’t mean anything but it makes my stomach flip anyway.This is the problem. Everything he does lately makes my stomach flip.“You want to talk about it first or just

NORRAThe movie is terrible.Some action thriller Lake picked because he said the reviews were good, but we’re forty minutes in and I still don’t know who any of the characters are or why they’re shooting at each other.Not that I’m complaining. We’re on his couch and I’m tucked against his side with his arm around me and honestly I stopped caring about the plot around minute ten.“This is awful,” Lake says.“It really is.”“Want to pick something else?”“Not particularly.”He looks down at me. “You want to keep watching a movie you hate?”“I’m comfortable. Moving sounds like effort.”“Fair point.” His hand is resting on my arm and his thumb starts tracing absent circles against my skin. “We could just turn it off.”“Then what would we do?”“I don’t know. Talk. Sit here. Order food maybe.”“We ate an hour ago.”“Then just sit here.” His thumb keeps moving and I’m very aware of how warm he is next to me. “I’m good with that.”We’re quiet for a minute. The movie is still playing but nei

TULA. Declan is scrolling through his phone when I get back to him. He looks up and puts it away.“Ready?” he asks.“Yeah.”We leave together and the night air outside is cooler than I expected. I didn’t bring a jacket because I’m an idiot who forgot that April in Boston still gets cold at night.Declan notices me wrapping my arms around myself.“Here,” he says, shrugging out of his jacket.“I’m fine.”“You’re shivering. Just take it.”He drapes it over my shoulders before I can argue. It’s warm from his body and smells like him and I’m trying very hard not to think about how much I like that.The bar is three blocks away. Small and dimly lit with booths in the back that are mostly empty.We slide into one and a server comes over to take our order. Declan gets a beer. I get a gin and tonic because I need something stronger than wine right now.“So,” he says once we have our drinks. “Six years.”“Six years.”“That’s a long time.”“It is.”He takes a drink and I watch his throat work

EDUARDOThe girl sitting across from me hasn't blinked in forty seconds.I know because I've been counting.Her father is on his knees begging and she's just sitting there in that chair staring at the wall behind my head like if she doesn't look at me directly none of this is real.Smart girl."Please, Don Eduardo. Por favor. I just need more time. Two weeks. One week even. I can get you the money I swear on my mother's grave—""Your mother is alive, Carlos." I lean back in my chair and watch him grovel. "She lives in that apartment on Meridian that you pay for with money you don't have. So swearing on her grave doesn't carry much weight."He opens his mouth. Closes it. Opens it again like a fish drowning in air."Two hundred thousand," I say. "That's what you owe. Not including interest which at this point has compounded to another sixty.""I know. I know the number—""Do you? Because you keep acting like this debt is going to disappear if you just avoid me long enough." I pick up th