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“Time is precious. Make sure you spend it with the right people.” UNKNOWN
This woman is my sisters’ best friend, which makes her part of my circle. And I protect what’s mine.
Kenzie takes another small step into my side, and that bad fucking feeling grows. Guess that’s going to be my excuse for what I’m about to do. Couldn’t have anything to do with the fact that this girl was the first girl I ever crushed on before I even knew all the ways I wanted to make her scream my fucking name.
“Nixon Sinclair.” I let my glare go dark like it does before a fight on the ice. “Her boyfriend.”
“Mackenzie would be fine without me,” I confirm because this woman is more than capable of taking care of herself. “But she won’t need to be. My first preseason game isn’t until the following week. I’ll be escorting her.”
The whole conversation left a sour taste in my mouth. Not because I mind going with Mac. More like the idea of someone else being interested makes me feel . . . something. Angry. Frustrated. Possessive as hell. All emotions I have no right to feel about this woman. But that doesn’t change them. Friends, I remind myself as I move the pillow over my head. She’s my friend. My stunningly beautiful, incredibly sexy, intelligent friend.
Nixon’s hand skims up my neck, and his callused thumb brushes along my jaw, sending delicious shivers dancing down my skin. “Baby, if you want to play with safe words, we can leave now.”
“Your sisters told me this was just one friend going with another friend. But I’ve been watching you, Nixon. And you’re not looking at Kenzie the way you look at a friend.”
Crying is not a sign of weakness. Since the minute you were born it’s been a sign of life.
“My mouth was all over every inch of your body last night. It was inside your body. You really want to complain about me using your toothbrush?”
“Because you’re mine, Mac. I think you always have been. And I’ll always protect you and take care of you.”
no man or woman can make you happy. It’s not their job. You have to be happy with yourself to be happy with them.
In a world full of twat waffles, be French toast.
