I'm back, bitches!
Thank you all for being so understanding in all this! The time off really helped me regroup and refocus on what's important, and that's having fun!
I love writing. I love giving you all a little piece of my soul and having such an amazing creative outlet, but sometimes we, as writers, get caught up in all the other stuff. The numbers, comparing yourself to writers that you feel do way better technically than you, etc.
But what's really cool about this world, and what we forget, is we're not in competition with each other. We all have different styles, different ideas, different levels of skill, and readers aren't limited to only reading one of us.
So, now that my tits are sufficiently calmed, let's get on with this story, right? I've had more fun with it than any of my other solo works, so it's not going anywhere till it's done!
Just to give yall an idea: I have 125 chapters outlined and 105 are written already. We might gain or lose a few along the way, but that's the ballpark I'm shooting for.
Thank you to Fran for being an amazing beta, and to my girls for keeping me sane and talking me down basically on a daily basis. And you for being amazing and reading the stuff I put into the world!
The funny part about this whole thing is, my inappropriate outburst doesn't even phase Bella at this point. We've spent a lot of time together these past few weeks, and there's still so much to learn, but at the same time, we know a lot about each other.
Like she knows the filter between my brain and my mouth is non-existent on the best of days, but that's especially true when my balls are metaphorically (or physically) in her hands.
I may still know a lot more about her than she does about me, but sharing myself with her hasn't been an issue of mine. I rarely get the same fire from her I used to upon the deliverance of my word vomit.
Instead, this time, I get wide whiskey eyes blinking at me like I just spoke a different language.
"Um, okay," she pushes herself up, and I try to focus on her face rather than her perfect tits. She purses her lips, looking off into the distance as if my boring gray wall will hold any sort of answers for her.
"Okay, as in okay, or…?"
"Just give me a second." Her voice is soft—kind, even. So though it's torture laying here watching her wheels turn, I give her the time she needs.
But I can't ever stop touching her, so I scootch to where I can wrap my arm somewhat awkwardly around her waist, burying my face in her lower back.
"You don't have to. I'll tell her to back off," I mutter against her skin.
"Is this going to be like a formal 'interrogate the girlfriend' kind of thing?"
"No, not at all. In fact, she has strict orders not to interrogate you. It's my brother-in-law's birthday—a ton of people will be there. You can even bring Alice and Jasper. Mom is a very firm believer in the more, the merrier. In fact, she'd love it."
"Okay. Yeah, that's fine," she nods, and I sit up, resting my head on her shoulder.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I mean, I care about you a lot. It's only a matter of time before I have to meet the parents, right? I think it'll be good to do it with some people around who can distract her if it gets to be too much."
"My mom isn't some devil woman," I laugh, kissing her neck.
"No, I don't think she is. But you've told me how...direct she can be. How she says what she thinks. And I'm the same way, so it's good to have a buffer on our first visit."
I nod, my lips trailing up her neck to her jaw. I get what she's saying, and I shouldn't be distracting her during such an important time, but I'm telling you, I'm helpless around this girl.
"I'd like to have a chance to hang out with Alice and Jasper, too," I tell her. "They're important to you, and you're important to me. I think it'll be good."
She grins, giving me a quick kiss on the lips, but I'm wary when I see mischief dancing in her eyes.
"That means you have to meet my parents soon."
I have to pull back then, my blood running cold. "Your dad carries a gun."
"Yeah, and so do you. What's the point?"
I can't help but roll my eyes because it's not the same fucking thing. I'm the guy fucking his little girl. I can't help but roll my eyes because it's not the same fucking thing. I'm the guy fucking his little girl. The guy who's ten years older and probably thinks I'm corrupting her.
Little does he know, she was way beyond corrupted before I came along.
But it'll make her happy. And fuck me, I'll do anything to make her happy.
"Okay, deal."
"Seal it with a kiss?"
"Only if that kiss is on my dick."
Fuck, I'm lucky she likes when I'm crass.
