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I glance up at her, the information piquing my interest more than I’d like to admit. “What?” I ask, my brows twisting in confusion.

“She lives in Hydetown at the Cathedral. Mav supposedly spends all his time at the QC apartment. Something’s not what it seems with them.”

“The rock on her hand says different!” I snap, before relinquishing a defeated sigh. “Mav and I fucked around the other day.” Daphne’s eyes slightly bulge at my revelation as she lowers herself down beside me. “He ambushed me while I was out. One thing led to another and before I knew it…”

“He had you screaming in tongues while you rode his? I got you.”

My brow arches as I pin her with a glare.

“Hey, no judgment.” She raises her hands in defense. “Trust me, if anybody gets it… it’s me. What does that mean for you and Caleb, though?”

“I have no idea,” I scoff, scrubbing a hand over my face. “Do I have to decide that right now?”

“No, boo, you don’t. However,” she raises a hand to push my hair back from my face, “should you find yourself in a similar position with Bishop again, I think that’s your answer.”

“Eventually, I’m gonna have to come clean regardless of what I decide.”

She nods, continuing to stroke my hair. “Anyone ever tell you you’re the better person between the two of us?”

“Riding my ex-boyfriend’s face and then bringing tacos home to my current boyfriend makes me the opposite of a good person.”

Daphne pauses, eyes shifting up to the left as though she’s pondering something. “There’s a joke in there somewhere.”

I snort, waving her off as her snickers momentarily consume her.

“Jones,” she addresses me at last, her laughter subsiding, “the fact that happened between the two of you though? In my mind, that only confirms there’s no fucking way he popped the question.”

And I’m so disappointed in myself at how badly I want that to be true.

CHAPTER 38

MAV

I’ve been in a daze for almost a week now. One taste and that’s all it took. Completely fucking spellbound. The second I caught sight of her little red lace panties, I knew I’d fucked up. Every wall, every coping strategy, every shred of control I’ve spent the last four years building came tumbling down with those overalls. It was like locking up a junkie in a room full of the purest heroin. I didn’t stand a chance, and I have no one to blame but myself.

Has it completely fucked my head to the brink of insanity?

Yup.

Would I do it again?

Abso-fuckin-lutely.

I don’t know what I was thinking following her in there, but I certainly never expected her to turn the tables on me like that. Watching her hand slip in between her thighs as she started rubbing herself, I almost bit a hole in my cheek just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. And then, when she dipped her fingers inside herself to taunt me? Game over.

The second my tongue hit her fingers my dick turned to stone, the sweetness of her perfect pussy short-circuiting my brain. It was like sampling filet mignon after living off fast food burgers for the last four years.

And the way she took control? If any other woman demanded I “ask real nice” for permission to fuck her, I’d laugh in their face before flipping them off as I walk away. But Jones? Fuck, she took pity on me, because I would have straight-up gotten on my knees and begged her for it if that’s what she wanted. I would have worshiped at her feet like the goddess she is.

The moment she gave me the green light to taste her, I lunged before she could change her mind. I feasted on that pussy like a man starved beyond reason. With every stroke of my tongue, my dick grew impossibly harder to the point that I had to skip out on Finn after that just so I could go home and jerk off… three fucking times.

Fucking Finn. He’s lucky I didn’t shoot him when I found out he’s kept in touch with her. And while I can claim it’s because he went behind my back or call some bros before hoes bullshit, the truth is I’m just fucking jealous. I’m jealous that even for just three texts a year, he got to interact with her when I didn’t. He called me on that shit, too.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I snarled, ripping him backward by his collar.

“Get the fuck off me, Mav.” Finn shoved back, scowling at me before heading off around the corner. I chanced a final glance back in Jonsie’s direction, who was still dragging her bitch-made boyfriend down the sidewalk. I hated him, mainly because in that moment I would’ve given anything to be him. Fuck, after that admission, I just wanted to shoot him.

Willing myself to look away, I trudged after Finn in the opposite direction.

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