Matt’s my stepson, Marc’s kid, and we’ve been family for ten years. He’s a damn good kid—smart as hell, polite, always doing his chores. He’s got Marc’s height, a gentle giant since the day I met him. Girls can’t get enough of him, and he’s crazy about them, but he lets assholes at school walk all over him. Now, going into his senior year, it’s a real fucking problem.
This new kid’s been bullying him, picking on Matt off campus where the school can’t do shit. After the second time, I decided I’d deal with it myself. No way was I telling Marc—I’d handle this for Matt. Matt spilled that the bully’s name was Randy. With a little digging, I found out where he and his parents lived.
I drove to their house, my pulse racing but my mind set. When I rang the bell, a tall, gorgeous black guy answered, young and built like a dream. “You Randy?” I asked. He nodded. “I’m Anne, Matt’s mom. Your folks home?” He shook his head. “Dad’s out of the country, and Mom’s long gone. Come in if you want.” I paused, then thought, fuck it, I need to sort this out, and stepped inside.
Randy led me to the living room. I plopped onto the couch, and he took a chair across from me. “Why the fuck are you bullying my son?” I demanded, staring him down. He leaned back, all cocky. “This is my fourth school in four years—Dad’s job keeps us moving. So, every year, I pick the most popular kid and make his life hell. Gets me through the new-kid bullshit fast.” I glared. “That stops now. You’re eighteen, right?” He smirked. “Almost nineteen, yeah.”
Then he leaned in, eyes locked on mine. “One thing’ll make me stop right now. Hell, I’ll even toughen Matt up—people say he’s a great kid.” I raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?” His grin turned filthy. “I wanna fuck you, Anne. You’re damn gorgeous.” My cheeks burned, but I shot back, “No fucking way. I’m married.”
He slid onto the couch next to me, voice low and dirty. “Come on, don’t you want a young stud’s cock pounding you, hard and long? I’m th
