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The house falls silent once more, save for the steady hum of the shower from Atlas’ room. My eyes flutter closed after a few minutes and when I'm on the cusp of sleep, a faint, distant sound that sends a shiver down my spine jolts me awake once more.

Sloane’s sexy little moaning echoes in my ears and I close my eyes, blowing out a deep breath.

Why the fuck is this my life? Now I have to lie here and listen to her come. Picturing her naked and panting already has me hard.

“Fuuck, Atlas!” she cries, and I groan.

My cock is painfully stiff and there’s no way it’s going away without some relief, not with the sounds coming from down the hall.

I slide my right hand under the band of my sweats, gripping it hard, and stroking slowly. With a groan, I pump my shaft a few more times, feeling the slickness of pre-cum on my fingertips.

Holding myself at the base, I tug up, twisting my hand at the tip before sliding back down.

Sloane continues to moan and cry out, the sounds mixing with the slapping of skin on skin.

I imagine her full breasts jiggling as I rut into her, my hands gripped onto her love handles, holding her in place.

My favorite part of Sloane is how vocal she is during sex and how her body moves with each thrust. I can't get enough.

With her name on my lips, I release, panting and covering my hand in hot, sticky cum. Lying there, my lungs burn as I breathe in and out, trying to catch my breath.

I am so fucked.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Sloane

I woke up this morning with a smile, and Atlas curled around me. We went to dinner last night and got some subs, but then stopped to have a drink. He invited me in to spend the night when I dropped him off and I couldn’t find a good reason to say no.

Should I have said no and made him work for it more? Sure. But I don’t want to. Life is too short to hold a grudge. Plus, it would take too much energy to stay upset when I know how I feel for him and Rip. But Rip is still being standoffish, so I'm not going to push and I sure as hell won't beg.

Ali tore us apart once with her bullshit restraining order that I had no clue about. I won’t let her have a hand in my love life crumbling. The auction was a way for me to get my house. I never expected to see the Duttins there, but I'd be a fool to kick the only family I've ever known besides Grandma out of my life forever.

We’re heading back to the house to do the floors and they’re going to tear the kitchen cabinets out so the new ones can go in as soon as they’re delivered.

The ride has been quiet with Atlas so far, but he’s been holding my hand the whole time, his thumb rubbing over my knuckles.

“You should be able to move in this week,” he says, breaking the silence.

“How long will the floors take?” I ask, knowing nothing of the process.

“If we sand them today, as soon as they’re clean, you can stain them. Twenty-four hours later, you can poly them and you’re good to go once they’re dry. I’d say you can move in by Thursday if we get everything done. Well, at least the bedroom.”

“Exciting.” I smile and squeeze his hand.

“Then I can come have sleepovers at your house.” He turns and winks before focusing back on the road.

I laugh and roll my eyes.

“Unless you wanna come to mine since you can sneak off to the other bedroom.” My head snaps in his direction to see his brows wiggling.

“You really are just fine with the fact I slept with your dad?”

He said he was, but that was over the weekend when they spent a million dollars on me. And while Rip hasn’t acted like he wants me like that, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t.

Atlas shrugs. “I guess I don’t see the big deal. If we all know and there are no secrets and I’m not fucking him, what does it matter? It’s unconventional, sure, but I guess I just don’t care about that part.”

“Well, I’m not going to lie and say I haven’t thought about it. But Ripley has been all business since he apologized. So I’m leaving him be—if he wants more, he can let me know.”

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