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“Hands to yourself, Old Man.”
I cannot fall for this man. We’re just having fun.
And my gluttonous pussy throbs. If you’re going to fuck me, then feed me, you might as well wife me.
“I like you, but not a brownie amount.”
That tightness travels up to my throat. And my inner voice tells me it’s too late. Because I already have feelings for Kendra.
“The second problem is…” He lifts a shoulder. “I like you a brownie amount.”
“The chair was dumb.” I argue. “But it’s fine if I don’t have to share it with your hairy ass.”
But… he steadies me. He can be a bit of a freak. But still, I feel grounded around him. Grounded.
“You’re not putting some dusty-ass tool on my burger.” Kendra stops him. “We’ll eyeball it.”
“But don’t come crying to me when you end up with the smallest two-thirds.”
Which means he’s sitting in bed. Shirtless. With fucking glasses on. I can’t with this man. I hang up. My phone rings again.
“Did you hang up on me?”
“Yes,” I tell him. “Because I can’t with you.”
“I’m literally just sitt...
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“Baby, I might be down to my tighty-whities, but if you deny me this, I will get in my truck, drive over there, and break in.”
“Fine, I’d use my spare key. But same thing.”
“Turn a light on, Kendra.” His voice is gruffer. More serious.
“There’s my pretty girl.”
His words are a purr, and they settle over my skin like a fuzzy blanket.
I’m seriously tempted to take a screenshot of him like this. I’d save it to my favorites so whenever I was feeling down or bored, I could pull it up. Because no matter how long this thing between us lasts, right now, at this point in time, this man, this specimen of masculinity, is mine. Just mine.
“You know exactly what you do to me, Doll.”
Luther’s abs flex. “Ask nicely.”
“Please,” I beg quietly. “Please, Daddy. Show me your cock.”
I turn to face her, then grip the side of her neck, my thumb aligned with her jaw. “You’ve been a bad girl.”
“Tell me what you did wrong,” I demand.
“I didn’t let you watch.”
I close my eyes. “Dammit...
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She snickers. “I’ll warn you now. If you keep up the touching and the dirty talk, we’re going to have to blow off whatever plan you have and go inside. To my room.”
“If sexual frustration is how I die… at least there are worse ways to go.”
“So dramatic.”
“You didn’t have to rough him up like that.”
I scoff. “Yes, I did.”
“I think this is gonna be fun to watch.” “You’re a dick.”
“Is this where you reveal you’re going to murder me so no one will ever know what we did? Because I’m telling you now, I will haunt you. Hard.”
“How exactly do you haunt someone hard?”
I sigh. “So much to t...
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“It’s like those episodes of Ghost Hunters where—”
“Episodes of what?”
“You’re so uncultured.”
“So, you’re saying if I murder you, you’ll fling knives out of kitchen drawers.”
“I just know you’re not about to fuck in my park. In broad daylight.”
“How about a thank-you,” the other man replies. “Wouldn’t you like to make it to retirement without indecent exposure on your record?”
Then I narrow my eyes. Because god damn, what are they feeding the men out here? Why are they all so fucking hot?
Does he have two different colored eyes?… He doesn’t look like a park ranger. He looks like a bad boy playing at being a park ranger.
This grump seems like kind of a dick, but it comes off funny.
I wave at Ethan. “Sorry about the, um… trespassing?”
“… little young for you, yeah?”
“Fuck off.” Luther climbs into the truck and reaches into the back seat, pulling a mini pie from the paper bag. Then he chucks it at Ethan.
“I hope that attracts a bear,” Luther calls out before he slams his door shut.
“What’s this?” Jessie gestures toward my face. “I don’t like it.”
