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And I’ll do everything in my power to keep it that way.

Eighteen.

Duke

“Duke, wake up. There’s someone at the door.”

My eyes snap open at the sound of her honey-sweet voice. My arm is wrapped around her, keeping our naked bodies pinned against one another, and our legs intertwined.

I groan, hauling her flush to my chest to cuddle and go back to sleep.

A loud bang hits the sturdy oak of the front door, echoing throughout the cabin.

“Go see who it is.” Maci yawns, sliding deeper under the blanket.

I huff in annoyance. “It’s Sunday. Fuck ‘em.”

The banging continues.

I sigh loudly with a bit of an aggressive edge to it that earns me a soft peck on the cheek. “Fine,” I grunt, keeping her covered as I get out of bed and walk to the bedroom door.

“Put some pants on first, babe.” She giggles.

I stop and stare down at my half-chub of morning wood, and grumble under my breath. I grab a pair of sweats and yank them on. The commotion at the front door gets louder and more impatient. “I’m going to kill whoever the hell that is,” I growl as Maci tries to hide her laughter under the covers.

I storm to the front door, unlock the deadbolt, and fling it open with more force than necessary. It takes a moment to register that it’s my brother and his fiancée standing on the front porch. “What?”

Frankie, Cassidy’s overweight redhaired dachshund, yips in greeting. His whole body wiggles in excitement when I stare down at him.

Butch looks at me strangely. “What are you wearing?”

I waste a glance at my only piece of clothing being black sweat pants with a huff in frustration. “If that’s all you came here for, I’m seriously going to kick your ass.”

Cassidy tips her head to the side. “What’s on your nose?”

Oh. I reach up and peel off the nasal strip bridging my nose.

“Who is it?” Maci asks, coming out of the bedroom dressed in a pair of flannel pajama pants and my thermal long-sleeve. My heart and cock pulse in rhythm at the very sight of her.

This woman has no idea what she does to me…

Cassidy holds up two brown paper bags. “We brought a peace offering,” she says, nudging my brother with her elbow. A cardboard tray containing four steaming drinks in his hands.

Frankie squeezes his thick waist between my leg and the doorframe. His nails click against the hardwoods as he scurries toward Maci cooing at his approach.

“You going to let us in?” Butch grunts.

“No,” I deadpan, ready to slam the door shut and let Frankie stay when Maci slides in beside me.

She takes the door from me and opens it all the way. “Come on in,” she says sweetly, like the angel she is.

I rake a hand through my disheveled hair with a sigh and move to the side.

Cassidy sets the bags down and starts removing a slew of muffins, bagels, and breakfast sandwiches. “I didn’t know what you might be craving this morning, so we brought a whole bunch of stuff. Do you like butter or cream cheese on your bagels, Maci? I brought a side of both,” she says, taking the tray of drinks from Butch who’s attempting a heated stare-down with me.

Maci smiles, bringing four plates to the table and a water bowl for Frankie. “I’ve got this berry-flavored cream cheese. It’s so good. Did you want to try it?”

“Mmm, absolutely,” Cassidy beams, turning to Butch and me. “Come sit, Duke. Babe, remember what we talked about?” She raises a brow, crossing her arms in challenge to the giant dick in the room.

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