Heather M. Orgeron

that kid may not carry my DNA, but by God, I don__ care. I love that little shit like my own and I want to be his daddy.

Spence,_ he says as he lifts his brown eyes to meet mine. __ou still make it hard to breathe._ __nd you,_ I say, swallowing as I try to rein in my overeager heart, __re still the same old charmer you always were.

Those ties...those ties are forever, and I never wanted to be connected to any other person so permanently. Forever was always meant for you and me, Spence.

I want the strings. I want the ball and fucking chain. I want to be so tied to you that you can__ ever slip away from me again.

She__ not ready and maybe she never will be, but I won__ stop trying. I__l be patient if it kills me. I can just see it now. Cooper Hebert died of blue balls and a broken heart.

I want to rip the rest of those buttons open and climb him like a monkey in a banana tree. Oh God, what I would do with his banana...

I find blow jobs to be highly respectable. In fact, I can__ think of many things I respect more than your lips around my cock.

You__e stupid. First of all, I need for you to know that._ __hhh, thanks?_ __hat is the most romantic thing I__e ever heard. What could possibly be more romantic than the man of your dreams swooping in like a white knight? This is your fucking fairytale, bitch, and you__e about to let it slip away..._ Gina growls in frustration. Add a note

He__ so fucking unconventionally perfect. I don__ know whether I want to kick him in the balls or lick his face.

Tear filled eyes glisten in the firelight. She__ so fucking beautiful that it hurts to look at her, but it__ an ache I hope to feel for as long as I live, because the pain of losing her again...that I don__ think I__ survive.

How __out you take this Cajun injector here,_ I say, gripping the steel rod in his shorts, __nd give me a shot of protein instead.

for a moment, I stand in the doorway, watching the steady rise and fall of their chests. I listen to the gentle hum of their breaths and I wonder when my little babies started to turn into men. And I pray. I pray that my boys will be good men. That they will know how to treat the women in their lives, and more than anything, I pray to God that they will be good fathers, despite the fact that they__e had no one to show them how.

I__l take stolen kisses and trysts in the cane fields for as long as I live over a life without you in it.

through the screen door I find all three of my boys throwing a ball around the yard with Cooper. My heart bursts in my chest. Just explodes. It physically hurts to feel so much all at once. It__ like I__ staring at a movie of what my life__ur life__ould have been.

My mouth crashes onto hers, and as our bodies sway in time to the music, our tongues dance to a rhythm that__ all their own. Spencer tastes of liquor and spearmint gum. She smells like heaven.

My breath catches in my throat as a chill makes me shiver, leaving gooseflesh in its wake. My eyes latch on to his, pleading with him to kiss me.