All Chapters of YES! DADDIES: A HOT COMPILATION OF SHORT STORIES: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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HINEY x LODGE (1)

HINEYThe worst part about being in love with your best friend is that nobody prepares you for how mundane the realization feels.It doesn’t happen during some grand romantic moment. It happens on a Tuesday while Lodge is sprawled across my couch eating leftover pizza and arguing with me about whether the original Star Wars trilogy holds up.It happens when he laughs at something stupid I said and I think: I want to wake up to that laugh every morning for the rest of my life.And then I think: oh fuck.That was six months ago.Now it’s Friday night and we’re doing what we always do when we’re both single and bored. Sitting on my couch with cheap wine and cheaper snacks playing drinking games that stopped being fun around college but we keep doing anyway.“Never have I ever,” Lodge says, “pretended to like someone’s cooking when it was actually terrible.”I flip him off and drink.“Your mom’s pot roast is still a crime against food,” I tell him.“She tries her best.”“Her best is inedi

HINEY x LODGE (2)

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

HINEY x LODGE (3)

HINEY Once we’re in, he sets me on the bed and steps back. “Take off your pants,” he says. I push my leggings and underwear down and kick them off. Now I’m completely naked and he’s still fully dressed and the imbalance is driving me insane. “Your turn,” I tell him. He pulls his shirt over his head and I realize I’ve never actually seen him shirtless. We’ve been friends for ten years and somehow I’ve never seen him without a shirt on. He’s more built than I expected. Defined chest and abs that suggest he spends more time at the gym than I knew about. “When did this happen?” I ask. “When did what happen?” “When did you get hot?” He grins. “I’ve always been hot. You just weren’t looking.” “I’m looking now.” “I can tell.” He unbuckles his belt and pushes his jeans down along with his boxers. His cock is hard and thick and I can’t stop staring. “See something you like?” he asks. “You’re bigger than I expected.” “Is that a problem?” “No. Definitely not a pr

TWO WEEK FEELINGS (1)

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

TWO WEEK FEELINGS (2)

ARETHAHe pushes inside slowly and we both make sounds at the sensation.“Fuck, you feel good,” he breathes. “You always feel so good.”He starts moving and I wrap my legs around him to take him deeper. His rhythm is steady and perfect and I’m already climbing toward another orgasm.But then he does something he’s never done before.He takes my hand and laces our fingers together.It’s such a small thing but it makes everything shift. Makes this feel less like casual sex and more like something that matters.“Aretha,” he says. His voice has changed. Gone softer. “Look at me.”I open my eyes and meet his gaze.“You okay?” he asks.“Yeah. Why?”“You seem different tonight. Like something’s changed.”Everything’s changed. I’m in love with you and this arrangement isn’t working anymore because I can’t keep pretending I don’t want more.“I’m fine,” I lie. “Just in my head still.”“Let me help with that.” He shifts the angle and drives in deeper. “Stop thinking. Just feel.”I try to do what

ONE NIGHT

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

DECLAN x TULA (1)

TULAThe last time I saw Declan Hayes I was seventeen and leaving for college.He helped me load boxes into my dad’s car while Sienna cried on the front porch about how I was abandoning her. He didn’t say much. Just handed me boxes and told me to call when I got there safely.I didn’t call him. I called Sienna.That was six years ago.Now I’m standing in Sienna’s apartment at her birthday party holding a drink I haven’t touched and trying very hard not to look at the door every five seconds.“He’s not coming,” Sienna says, appearing next to me with a bottle of wine. “He texted an hour ago. Some work thing.”“I wasn’t waiting for anyone.”“You’ve checked the door six times in the last ten minutes.”“I’m people watching.”“You’re Declan watching. Which is pathetic because he’s not even here.” She refills my glass without asking. “You need to get over this.”“I am over it.”“You’re twenty-three years old and you still get weird when I mention my brother. That’s not over it.”“I don’t get

DECAN x TULA (2)

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

DECLAN x TULA (3)

TULA.He pulls me against him and the feeling of our bodies pressed together with almost nothing between us makes my breath catch.He walks me backward until my legs hit the bed. I sit and he settles between my thighs.His hands move to my bra and he unhooks it without fumbling. He removes it and his eyes go even darker.“Jesus, Tula.”“What?”“You’re perfect.”“I’m really not.”“From where I’m standing you absolutely are.” His hands cup my breasts and I arch into the touch without meaning to.His mouth follows and I’m making sounds I didn’t plan on making.His hand slides down my stomach to the waistband of my underwear. He looks up at me.“Yes,” I say.He slides them down and I’m completely naked while he’s still in his boxers.“You’re staring,” I say.“I’m allowed to stare. I’ve waited six years for this.”His hand slides up my inner thigh slowly. When his fingers reach where I need them I stop breathing.He touches me carefully and makes a sound when he feels how wet I am.“This a

THE DON'S LITTLE PRIZE (1)

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

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