My Drunk AF Boyfriend
My Drunk AF Boyfriend
Ford
I watched as Dawson left. I knew what was going on in his head. He’s never failed at anything, and he feels he’s failed our girl. I have to admit I kind of feel the same way. I looked at Mic and Davis and they nodded. We’ve known each other for years, we know how one another thinks. I looked at James.
“Hey man, thanks for coming over. You
guys are pretty beat up. There’s some morphine in a first aid kit in the front bathroom. Take the two syringes that go with it. They’re going to need it.”
“Thanks. Hey Isha, feel better. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
She gave him a small smile and a nod. The moment we heard the front door close, she looked at us.
“Where did he go?” she asked.
“He needs a minute, Princess. He isn’t feeling himself at the moment. I don’t think any of us are.”
“What do you mean?”
“Baby girl. We, and especially Dawson, because he’s basically our head of the house, feel like we’ve failed you. You’ve been through one hell of an ordeal, and we keep missing the mark when it comes to your well–being. We should have known Jason might have tried something, and we should have known better than
to leave you alone tonight. We didn’t go to the office. We went to the LOC compound to give Jason our form
of justice, and then we beat the sh*t out of Savage and Rage,” Mic said.
“What? Why? And what do you mean you’ve failed me? You guys haven’t failed me. What Jason did was no one’s fault but his own, and tonight I just freaked out for no good reason except I was scared, and of what? I knew Jason wasn’t a threat anymore,`There was no reason for me to act the way I did.”
“Isha, you have PTSD Angel. What happened to you with Jason was a big deal. Someone coming to the door when you didn’t know anyone was coming over, triggered a response in you and that’s completely normal. I think maybe you should talk to someone, a professional,” Davis said.
She started to shake her head, but I stopped her.
“Princess, Davis is right. We’ve all talked to someone about our PTSD, and it also helped that we had each
other to turn to.”
“I have you too, don’t I?” she asked.
“Of course, baby girl. But talking to someone else, that isn’t us, might help with your PTSD,” Mic said.
“Okay, but how do we get Dawson back? I want you all to know, I don’t blame any of you for anything. Not even Savage and Rage.”
“We know, but we blame ourselves! You’re our woman. Your safety is the single most important thing, and you’re carrying precious cargo,” I said.
She smiled and put her hands on her tummy. We all smiled too.
We laid down with her and cuddled her until she fell asleep.
I looked at Davis over her head. Mic was behind him, his head on Davis‘ shoulder.
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“Mic, come over here and take my place. I’m going to see if I can get a hold of him. He’s been gone for twe hours.”
He got up and we switched places. I left the room and went to the kitchen. I got a bottle of water and downed it before pulling my phone out and hitting the number one on my phone. It rang and rang, then went to voicemail. F*cker. I kept calling him but he never answered.
I
“Alright d*ck, you want to play the hard way, we can play the hard way?” I pulled up his location and cursed. That a*shole. I grabbed my keys and got my bike out of the garage. I put on my helmet and started it. Half an hour later I pulled up to Little Gems, a sports bar/ strip club. They did have some really good wings here though. I’ll give them that.
I walked in and flashed my local ID and slapped twenty bucks down. Locals got in for half price. I spotted my man instantly. Two busty blondes were trying to get him to buy lap dances. He was sitting in a booth and both of them were on either side of him, rubbing his chest, their breasts squishing into his sides. I walked up glaring at him. He looked at me dazed. F*cker was toasted. I looked at the table in front of him and he had ten empty shot glasses lined up.
“Get lost,” I said to the women.
“Awe, come on. Join us, we were just about to take your buddy in the back and show him a good time,” one of the blondes said.
I looked at Dawson, there was no reaction from him. He just had this stupid dazed look on his face. “Maybe I’ll just take a picture of the three of you and show it to Isha. I’m sure she’ll love seeing our man with two strippers basically in his lap. I know I’m f*cking enjoying it,” I snarled.
“Isha, oh Isha, I love her so much,” Dawson mumbled.
“Yeah, I can really tell. Guess you’re more like Jason than I thought,” I snarked.
“What? No, I’m not Jason, I’m Dawson. I’d never be like that a*shole.”
“Really then, what do you call this? You want her to smell them all over you?” I yelled.
He looked at the two women, they pushed their breasts out and smiled at him with huge grins.
“Ew, gross, get away. I only love one woman,
and my
men.”
out of the booth grumbling about cheap a*sholes. Their smiles dropped and they scoffed. They se Yeah, keeping it moving b*tches. I flopped in next to him and leaned into him, taking a big whiff.
“Yep, you smell like a cheap wh*re. You had better shower before you come to bed tonight.” “Didn’t plan on coming to bed. I don’t plan on coming home ever. She deserves so much better than me. They all do. I’m a loser, I can’t keep any of them safe. They’re better off without me.” His words hurt even though they were slurred as f*ck, and I knew he was drunk off his ass, but I had a feeling he meant them.
much, Dawson. Do you honestly think “You really think we could live without you? We love you so f*cking we could do better than you? You’re the best man I know. You’ve led us through wars in the desert and the jungle. You’ve kept our asses from being blown apart. You’re our f*cking hero man. Our best friend, o
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Mic, Davis and I wouldn’t be the men we are without you. You protected us during our most vulnerable times.
”
He looked at me, his eyes, watering. “You look like one of my boyfriends.”
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I sighed. He didn’t hear one word I just said.
“I am one of your boyfriends.”
“Give us a kiss then,” he said. Who in the f*ck was us? I rolled my eyes and leaned in for a peck, but hi surprised me and shoved his tongue in my mouth. I went to pull back, but he grabbed me around the throat to hold me still and I moaned. F*ck, why couldn’t he be sober for this? I couldn’t help myself and I kissed him back. He moaned and scooted closer. I jumped when his hand grabbed my hardened ock and
squeezed.
I reluctantly ripped my mouth away from his and grabbed his hand. He squeezed harder, and I couldn’t keep my hips from thrusting into his hand.
“F*ck, Dawson, stop. You have no idea what you are doing.”
“I do. I’m touching my boyfriend.”
I groaned. I had to stop this.
“Come on, I need to get you home and in the shower.”
“And then you’ll suck my c*ck?” I froze and stared wide–eyed at him. If only. I just shook my head and grabbed him by the arm to help him out. I was going to have to leave my bike here.
I reached into Dawson’s pocket for his keys.
“Yes, baby, play with my c*ck.”
“Jesus, f*ck. You’re so going to regret this in the morning.”
“No, I’m not. You said you’re my boyfriend. I have a right to touch you and let you touch me.”
“Only with Isha, remember?”
“Mmm, Isha. She’s so pretty. Her t*ts, f*ck they’re huge. I love to bury my face in them and suck on them. You should meet her. I think you’ll think she’s pretty too.”
“I have met her. She’s perfect. She’s my girlfriend too.”
He gasped, “She is? Are you one of our boyfriends?”
“Yes, baby, I am.”
“Oh, good. Cuz I’d have to beat you up if you weren’t. She’s so perfect, you know? I want to marry her so badly. My mom is giving me my Grans ring to propose to her. I am going to do it at the site where we are going to build our house once I show it to James so he can come up with a drawing of our house, you know?” “Mmhmm,” I said, as I got him in the passenger side of his SUV. F*cker was heavy.
I wish I would have recorded his ramblings. We could all have had a good laugh in the morning. Well, maybe not him, but the rest of us would.
When we got home he was almost passed out. He was mumbling Isha’s name over and over. I got him in the house as quietly as I could. I took him to my room, undressed him and myself and got him in my
wer
“You’re so handsome,” he whispered as he pawed at my shoulders and chest, while I washed the stench of hoe off of him. I froze at his words. We didn’t give compliments to each other. None of us did, but it felt
nice.
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My Drunk AF Boyfriend.
“You are too,” I said. Because it was true. Dawson, was one f*cking hot ass specimen.
I gently wiped his face with a cloth, trying to avoid his blackening right eye. I washed his chest and arms and his underarms where he giggled through the process because he was ticklish. I knelt and washed his legs and feet, his c*ck started to harden as he looked at me.
“No,” I said. He would hate me in the morning if I took advantage of what he was offering.
“Just a little taste. I won’t tell anyone,” he whispered.
I scoffed, and stood.
“You’re being naughty, Dawson.”
“Yeah,” he said with a snort. I rolled my eyes. I got him out of the shower when we were done and pushed him towards my bed.
“Sleep it off buddy. You’re lucky I’m not a more unscrupulous man. If I was, I would have totally f*cked you in
the a*s.”
He fell on the bed and rolled to his side and got into the fetal position. I looked at said ass and groaned. It was f*cking beautiful. I smacked it. He snored. F*cker. I left him and went to Isha’s room. I climbed in behind Davis and kissed his shoulder.
“Find him?”
“Yeah, at Little Gems.”
He rolled to face me. “What the f*ck?”
“Yeah, I know, and he was drunk off his ass, didn’t even know who I was until I told him, but I still don’t think he knew who I was. He tried to get me to take advantage of him.”
Davis chuckled and then leaned in and kissed me.
“Poor baby, I bet that was hard.”
“You have no f*cking idea.”
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“Let me make it feel better,” he whispered and pushed me onto my back, scooted down and took off my pants and underwear. I sighed happily at the first swipe of his tongue. I laid back and enjoyed my sober boyfriend and his talented mouth.
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