I slid to the hilt. Not moving I kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m going to move.” I started pulling out when she was grabbing the sheets around us, her body arching off the bed.

“Oh my God! Holy fuck!” She yanked the pillow from beside her head and covered her face. Drowning out her cries.

That didn’t take long. I guess that old saying is true. No pain, no gain. I pulled the pillow from her face. Her cheeks were flushed. Her pupils dilated. Her breathing heavy. “Why did you cover your face?”

“Gabe. I didn’t want to wake him. I don’t know how well he would take to walking in here seeing his mommy impaled by your unhumanly large penis.”

Laughing, I said, “He’s at the opposite side of the suite. No way will he hear you. I want to see your face when you get off.”

“Next time?” She coughed out.

“Yep. This isn’t a one night thing, Annie. Obviously we don’t want anything serious, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be special friends.”

“You want me to be your fuck buddy?”

Lifting my eyebrows I searched her face. “For lack of better words, yeah, you could call it that.”

She shifted under me, my cock sliding back into her. Her breath caught. “Deal.”

Gorilla by Bruno Mars filled the room. How apt. Not letting my dick fully slide into her, I pulled out and quickly slammed into her. I repeated the process a few more times before Annie’s eyes grew dark, her breathing labored. And that’s how I found out she was mutli orgasmic. Seeing her face twist with pleasure and hearing her saying my name had me losing it. My body went jagged, jerking at its own accord.

I rolled to my side and let out a wary breath. Pulling the blanket over our naked bodies, I stared at the ceiling. “I have a question.”

Annie lifted herself, resting her head on her hand. “What?”

“What does your tattoo mean?” I ran my hand along her lower hip and back where the ink was.

“She flies with her own wings. I got it when I was sixteen. One of Derek’s friends that was in the band with him is a tattoo artist. Not that I was a stoner like the other guys, but one night we were all smoking and Kamp decided he was going to give me a tattoo. I found the quote and Kamp permanently put it on my skin. Little did I know just how much meaning those three words were going to hold.”

What does a person say to that response? She had been through so much. Something inside me wanted to protect her and keep her safe. I wanted to find her mom and shake the shit outta her. Who could ever leave their children, choosing drugs over them? I didn’t want Annie to experience any more hurt. Too bad I knew that’s exactly what I would do. I would hurt her. I should walk away. But, I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

Annie

Gage: Do you have little man?

Me: No. He’s with Leigha. Why?

Gage: I have a surprise. Tell her 2 be at ur house in 15 min. I’ll pick u up

Me: Ummm k?

Me: Can u and Gabe be at my house in 15 min?

Leigha: Sure. Everything ok?

Me: Yeah. I think. Gage said he has a surprise.

Leigha: I don’t think u want ur son seeing that!

Me: Ew! No. He said he would pick us up.

Leigha: Hmm. K. be there in a few.

“Mommy, I’m home! Aunt Leigha said Gage had a surprise,” Gabe yelled, walking through the door.

Drying my hands from the dishes, I sat the towel on the counter. “Hey, baby. I missed you.”

Gabe gave me his watery smile. “I missed you too mommy. What’s my surprise?”

“I don’t know. Gage said he would be here in a few minutes to pick us up.”

“You two certainly have been spending a lot of time together since New Orleans.” Leigha winked. I stuck my tongue out.

Gabe took off into the living room to play. No interest in adult conversation. “We are just friends, Leigha.”

“Yeah, and the Pope is Catholic.”

Cocking my head at my gorgeous, but not too smart friend, I said, “Um, Leigha, the Pope is Catholic.”

She shook her hands in the air. “Oh. Huh. Well then the two of you are just friends like the Pope is Jewish.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. It’s been weeks since New Orleans. For all I know he could be screwing thirty different girls.” And, I would not admit how bad that stung saying that. We agreed. Just friends. Fuck buddies.

It was Leigha’s turn to roll her eyes. “Girl, you’re not an idiot. Every chance he gets he spends with you. You, Gabe, Gage, and Londyn look like the perfect little family.”

“Stop. I’m not getting ahead of myself. I don’t even know if I want that perfect little family. Gabe and I are our own perfect little bubble. I don’t want to bust that and him get hurt.”

Leigha pursed her lips, “Hate to burst your bubble, but, oh no wait, you already did. Do you not see how Gabe and Gage get along? It’s like the two of them were made for each other. Same with you and Londyn. I know the two of you agreed to be”- Leigha held her hands up, air quoting- “fuck buddies”- “But, it has turned into more than that.”

Leaning against the kitchen counter, I picked at my nails. Deep down I knew she was right. I just didn’t want to admit it. I knew the day Gage introduced me to his friend, Trent that my feelings were changing. Gage had told Trent who I was and Trent had a huge smile cover his face when he said, “Ah, so you’re the hottie he won’t stop talking about.” Hearing that Gage talked about me had my heart skipping a beat and my head spinning. My heart was telling me to jump, go all in. My head was telling me to tread lightly, nothing was this good.

“Knock, knock,” Gage said as he walked in.

“You know, normally a person stays on the other side of the door and actually does the verb of knock. They don’t just say the word as they walk into the person’s house, uninvited.”

Feigning hurt, Gage said, “I was invited. I told you I would be here in fifteen minutes. You said okay. I took that as my invitation.”

Gabe took off running towards Gage. “Gage! I missed you!”

Gage scooped my son into his arms, “I missed you, too, buddy.”

Jenna poked her head around my front door. I smiled and waved. “Come in.”

She walked in carrying Evie. Trent was behind her carrying a sleeping Londyn. He was followed by a guy carrying Knox and Nash. The little boys were struggling to get down. Jenna looked at Gage and Gabe who were already on the floor racing cars across the carpet. Her eyes got glossy. She sat Evie down and said, “Be nice to the boys, and don’t beat them too bad.” Evie took off in the direction of Gage and my little boy.

Turning her attention to me, she said, “Annie, this is my husband, Larkin. Sorry you haven’t got to meet sooner. We got lucky and his bye week is the same as the boys first birthday.”

Larkin looked me over. His eyes were intense. I felt like I was being scrutinized. After a moment a smile formed on his very handsome face and he held his hand out. “Annie, it’s nice to meet you. I have heard a lot about you from these three.” He motioned to Jenna, Gage, and Trent.

“Thanks. Nice to meet you too.”

Gage looked up from his spot on the floor. “Are y’all ready?”

“Where are we going?” Gabe asked, excitedly.

Shaking his head, Gage said, “It’s a surprise. If everyone is ready we can go. Annie and Gabe can ride with Londyn and me. Leigha, I have my Mercedes, so you can squeeze in with the kids or you can ride with Trent.”

Looking at my best friend, I found her mouth open. She had been unusually quiet since Jenna had arrived. Her eyes were fixated on Trent. I couldn’t really blame her. He was nice to look at. “Ugh, Leigha? Who you riding with?”

Leigha blinked a few times, her cheeks turning red. “Um. I…I don’t care,” she stuttered.

Trent turned his head and let his eyes soak in my best friend. “I’ve got her, G. She’s with me.”

Leigha’s cheeks reddened even more. “Oh. Well, um, ok thanks.”