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He moves his mouth to my clit as his hands grip my ass.

“Please just make me come,” I beg.

“I can’t do this much longer.”

Byron’s laugh is muffled by my pussy, pushing me closer to my desperately needed orgasm.

All it takes is one pump of his finger and a suck of my sensitive bud and I explode.

“Holy shit By, that was some of your best work.”

His eyes roll, but I know he loves my off-hand comments.

I leave him not much time before I give my next demand.

“Sit up against the backboard.”

“I forgot just how much I love your bossy ass in the bedroom.”

He settles on the bed back resting against the backboard. I straddle his thighs giving myself enough space to look down and watch as my finger runs down his toned chest.

I lean in and kiss him as my hand strokes his hard cock. I rise to my knees so I can run the tip over my wet folds. His eyes are lost in a hazy lust. I push down and ease the throbbing between my legs.

I move my hands through his hair as I ride him. He matches my thrusts. We’re loud, not caring that his roommates could walk through the door at any moment.

I tease my clit adding the perfect amount of pressure until I come a second time.

When Byron realizes I’m exhausted he takes control.

He flips us, thrusting his cock into me.

His eyes soften right before his lips land on mine.

We kiss lazily as he takes his time finding his release.

I grip his ass and hold his body against mine reminding him that he is my security blanket and I don’t want to lose him again.

After a few more pumps he finds his own release.

After we are both cleaned up, he takes his favorite spot as the big spoon.

“This was my favorite birthday too.”

It’s a quiet realization.

“I want to spend the rest of our birthdays together.”

There’s a soft kiss pressed to the back of my neck.

“I’ll be here for as long as you’ll have me, Lo.”

I ignore the twist of guilt I feel at the thought of Byron thinking I’m going to run again.

Buzz Buzz Buzz

“Can you please tell that thing to stop,” Byron moans. He nuzzles into my side. This is how to start your day off on the right note.

Without looking at the nightstand I snatch my phone off of it. When it buzzes again, I notice there are a slew of birthday notifications that I missed. I rush to delete the top message thread.

When I feel Byron turn to face the wall, I slide my finger across the screen deleting the thread of unanswered messages. They’ve been consistent since I was kind enough to drop his shit off. You would think he could show me some common courtesy and not contact me on my birthday.

“Who was that?”

“Just some belated birthday messages,” I say. At least it’s not a lie.

“From who?” he asks. This time his voice is stern.

“From Dalton. But I think you might already know that.” I pull myself away from his grip.

“I don’t want to fight.” He pulls me in so I’m facing him and runs his hand through my hair. “I was rolling over and saw you deleting his messages. Is he bothering you?”

“Yesterday was the first time he texted me in a couple of days. Just a generic birthday message. I’m honestly surprised his self-centered ass even knew it was my birthday.”

“Give me your phone.” He holds his hand out leaving no room for discussion.

Me:

This is Byron. Stop texting Lola she doesn’t want to talk to you. Text her again and you’ll have bigger issues than wondering if mommy and daddy are just trying to buy your love.

I think we are both shocked when the message bubbles pop up.

Dalton:

At least I have a dad who thinks my love is worth buying.

I’m sure Dalton is sitting in bed with whatever girl he picked up last night thinking he just came up with the message that will slice through Byron’s heart.

Last night I witnessed Byron and his dad getting to know each other.

I was just a bystander but they looked like they were nurturing something that could turn into a beautiful relationship.

“I fucking hate him.”

Crawling across the bed I settle myself in his lap.

“Let’s not talk about Dalton. Did you have a good time with your parents last night?”

“I really like my dad.”

His blue eyes grow misty. Mine close tight. It’s so hard to see a man who lives so freely hurting so badly. The only antidote that can fix this is the one thing I’m not sure we have, time.

“He was so easy to talk to. My mom used to tell me these stories when I was growing up about how they would get in trouble when they were kids. They were next door neighbors and childhood sweethearts. I can see why she always went back to him.” He whispers to the sheets.

“Then he picked us up and I caught myself thinking, maybe this man is someone I can rely on now.”

I place a hand on each side of Byron’s face. He meets me halfway and when our eyes lock I can see the desperation in his. He initiates a kiss that feels like survival.

When I pull away, I murmur, “I’m happy my morning breath still doesn’t bother you.”

A deep laugh fills the room. For a moment I feel like I got my Byron back.

“Nothing about you could ever bother me.”

He leans in and captures my lips in a passionate kiss. Slowly his hands run up the oversized t-shirt he gave me to sleep in. He stops to lightly rub his thumbs over my nipples. The ghosting touch leaves the pulse between my legs unsatisfied.

“Do you think Daphne has her nipples pierced?”