Chapter 8A light knock on the door distracted Ryan from Matty’s building blocks, and as soon as he stood up, Matty howled and put his arms out. Ryan scooped him up and looked down to where Leni continued to build her castle.
“Leni, stay here while I get the door.”
“Okay, Uncle Ryan.” She didn’t look up.
The knock came again, and Ryan navigated around the toys littering the living room. Paige would probably kill him when she got home, but Ryan didn’t know how to play without making a mess.
He moved slowly as Matty clung to his neck. Letting Teo f**k him that morning had seemed like the best idea he ever had, but ten hours later, he was still feeling it. He wanted to promise himself that it would never happen without lubricant again, but he knew it was a hollow vow. He’d let Teo f**k him
