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“You’re going to be screaming my name.” She’s already on the edge. I can tell. Curls spilling down her shoulders, eyes glowing like twin torches. My body almost convulses at that look. I force myself to focus. “But when you call out my name, I want you groaning the right one.” “The country?”
Do you understand?” “You bark orders in the day and the night, huh?”
Then, I whisk her into the bedroom and I tease her until she learns her lesson. “Holland.” She purrs. With need. With desperation. Then, and only then, do I give her what she wants.
Her leg wraps around mine, her breathing even. I never thought I had it in me to give all of myself to another woman. I was so sure, after Claire, that I wouldn’t lose my heart again. Then Kenya Jones barged in and took it. And she wasn’t satisfied. This woman. After gunning for my heart, she took my mind. My soul. My body. So I punished her for it. I shattered her. And then I put her back together so I could shatter her again.
Her hair is a wild mess. She mumbled something about a bonnet before I pulled her into my chest and muffled the rest of her words with a slow, winding kiss.
“If you don’t want to talk, you don’t have to say anything,” I rasp. “But you belong here.” My tone hardens. “You belong next to me. Don’t hide your pain… because I want it. I made room for it. Okay?”
“Felice was there.” “Did your dad give you a heads-up?” “No.” Her eyebrows pinch in the middle of her forehead. Whatever happened ate her up inside. “You don’t have to talk about it.” “You made room, didn’t you?”
“You offered, so you can have it.” I caress her back and nod.
“They told me I was being...
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“Dad thinks I should get over myself and start being a part of the wedding prep.” “You’re kidding. Are they that lost without you?” “I think Felice is annoyed that she has to do it all on her own. Sasha was never good at party planning. I was the one always fussing about the details and putting things together.”
“Felice jumping on me doesn’t hurt as much. I mean, it does. But I also get it. Sasha’s her flesh and blood. Of course she’s going to side with her.” “That’s no excuse,” I growl. “You don’t hurt the people you love and excuse the behavior by claiming you’re related. Family isn’t about flesh and blood. Hell, Darrel is more of a family to me than anyone I’m related to.” “Still, it’s understandable.”
“But my dad… he’s… I always thought he’d have my back. I thought, if anyone would say…”
“If anyone would say, just once, that Sasha was wrong. That she hurt me. That it wasn’t cool—maybe I’d be able to move on. Maybe I could shut my mouth and try to be there.”
“Kenya.” “But I guess that was wishful thinking.” She sniffs.
“When Sasha first got sick, my dad was the one who asked me to drop out of all the after-school clubs I was in. He’s the one who asked me to help out more around the house since Felice was gone so often with Sasha at the hospital. I never said no. I never told them I was tired. That I was lonely. That I wanted someone to hold me and tell
