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“I love you, buddy,” I rasp out, feeling emotional. “I love you too, Dad.” He pats my back. “But you’re going to make me lose.”
I blink at her, frantically explaining herself like she’s in trouble with me when she’s not. The only people in trouble are the assholes who picked on her. I don’t care if it’s been a decade. I want names and addresses so I can set them straight.
“Are you gonna make a move, Eaton? Or just stand here petting me?”
The woman who’s thawed my icy heart in a matter of weeks. Heartless. That’s what Talia called me in her letter. And I believed her. I still do. But it’s hard to deny the feeling in my chest right now. The ache. The heat. It’s especially hard to deny the bulge in my pants. The one I’m grinding against Willa.
“Hot tub? What is this, high school? Has anyone told you that you can get pregnant in there?”
“Have you tried talking to him?” I blink at her. “Talking?” “Yes. You know . . . where you use your mouth to create words that describe what’s going through your head.” “Sounds weird. Sounds awkward. Don’t like it. Not approved by me.”
I like you in my bed.
You two are giving me some extra grays today.”
“Keep talking like that and I’m going to fuck the filth right out of your pretty mouth.”
“You heard me, Red. You keep barking at me like that and I’m going to put you on your knees, open those strawberry lips, and fuck your face just to shut you up.”
Holding his burning glare, I slowly drop to my knees in front of him, tipping my chin up to see every flicker of emotion in his eyes. “I fucking dare you.”
When he murmurs, “That’s my girl,” while looking me in the eye, nothing in the world has ever felt more right. My girl.
“You look so fucking pretty like this, Willa.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t beg you to come home with me.” I nuzzle against him, thriving on that specific type of apology. “You do beg well,” I joke.
“I love listening to you talk, Red.”
“But when you say things that aren’t true, I get pissed off. Things you make up in your pretty head and toss around in there long enough that you believe them.”
“Good girl.” I grip her chin and turn her face up to me. “That’s what you’re going to say to me all night. Every time I tell you something good. Are we clear?”
If Willa is the playground, I want to fucking play. Period.
“Cade,” her lips part on my name, her tongue darting out to wet them. “God.” “He’s not here right now, baby. It’s just me. And I’m done asking nicely. I’m ready to take.”
And then her hands land back on my head and her legs wrap around my shoulders, and I feel like I’m the one who should thank her.
“Fuck, you feel like heaven. So hot and tight. Just for me.”
I pull his head up to me and kiss him like it’s our last moment on earth.
“I was the one out partying. Cade stayed home to, uh, clean the house. He’s very tidy. You did well in that department.” My dad scoffs. “That boy only cleans when he’s anxious.”
“Well then, his anxiety must be off the charts,”
Murder me with your dick, please, sir.
“I drove past the other day and noticed your lawn. It could really use a good—”
“You scared, Eaton?” I shout. “No, baby. Just enjoying the view. Your ass looks mighty fine from back here.”
“I like to watch you, Red.”
“How do I look?” I quirk a brow and arch my back. “Like you’re mine,” he growls.
“You’re in love with my best friend, aren’t you?”
I give her the fakest smile I can muster as I turn to walk away. “I’m not in hell yet, lady. Don’t need to spend my time hanging out with the devil.”
You’re mine, Willa. And I don’t give a fuck who knows it.”
“Hey, you know what this yard needs?” I press my index finger to my lips as I make a show of examining the property. “What?” “A real good blow job.”
“This is like a stupid joke. A hockey player and a bull rider walk into a doctor’s office . . .” “Cade. You need to get X-rays.”
“Did Winter say something to you? Do we like her? Do we hate her? Am I supposed to be mad at something with you? Because I will be if you are. Just tell me how to be supportive.”
My hand wraps around something long and slender and I pull out . . . a carrot? My eyes water and panic rises, and I just toss it in the back seat. “Was that a carrot?” is
“Good. I’m so happy you’re back! If you didn’t come back today, Dad said he was going to drive into the city and get you.”
And I realize in that moment maybe I am heartless after all, because the beautiful girl with the copper hair grinning back at me right now is the one who stole it.
“Do you think it would be okay if I called you mom too?”
Violet: So excited! Send pictures! Rhett: After though. Not during. I don’t need to know Willa that well.
