“God, you made me come hard.No need to call me God, he teased.”

“God, shoot me now, Trey thought. Babies, weddings, and preg- nancies. What will they be talking about next? Their periods?”

“Don’t you dare fucking come before me, you asshole!”

“Used"You don't see meBlind to the real meI'm not who you think I should beBut I can't be someone I'm notI'll try to be who you need,what you need,I fail againtear me, cut me make me bleedIf it opens your heart to meJust don't leave me with nothingless than nothingLike the last timeuse meIt's better than existing without you~Sed's lyrics”

“I’ve got you baby,” she whispered. The pain inside was unbearable – worse than anything in his experience. He couldn’t breathe. “It hurts,” he gasped. “God, it hurts. Mercy,” he begged her, rubbing his face against her belly. “Mercy, Aggie. Mercy.”

“Am I hurting you at all?”“Not enough,” he whispered. “Make me bleed.”

“I'm in your business, Trey. I'm so far in your business, your grandchildren will call me partner.”