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“Come for me.” He whispered, his voice filled with desire as he took over, lifting me repeatedly, slamming into me fully and then planting my ass firmly on his balls as I cried out, shuddering at the peak of my climax. My insides convulsed and squeezed, perfectly in tune with him as he released.

Chapter 25: Jovie

The next morning…

Boom, boom, boom.

“Open the door, JoJo! We brought lunch!” a voice called from somewhere off in the distance.

I opened my eyes, rolled over and realized Nash’s naked body was still lying next to me in the bed but the voices were coming from outside my grandfather’s house.

Shit.

“I left my key at the ranch so I can't get in! I'm breaking this door down if you don't open in 10 more seconds.” Wylie’s voice snapped me back to reality.

“Shit!” I whispered loudly as I turned and nudged Nash hard in the ribs. “Nash, your brothers are here!”

“What?” he asked, his voice still groggy from sleep.

“Your brothers are here!” I hissed.

Nash groaned, draping an arm over his face, his other hand reached out and grabbed my still naked body, rolling me on top of him. He took my hand and pushed it down to where his cock was already hard.

Seriously? Did he wake up hard? I smiled, thinking about last night.

“Maybe if we ignore them, they’ll go away.” He responded.

Boom, boom, boom, the knocking continued.

“I don’t think so. Get up. Go into the guest room!”

Nash sat up on his forearms and looked at me. “Why? Who cares if they know we hooked up?”

“I do! I’ll literally never hear the end of it from those guys.”

I sprang out of bed, swiftly grabbed my underwear and shorts from the floor, and forcefully tossed Nash’s clothes at him.

“Hurry up!” I exclaimed, waving my arms to usher him out of the room.

He rolled his eyes but complied, getting dressed before strolling through the living room and into the guest room, punctuating his exit with a dramatic door close and a bow.

Just as Nash disappeared behind the door, I opened the front door. Wylie looked like he was about to slam his shoulder into the door when I opened it.

“Good afternoon, Wylie. What brings you here?” I asked trying to maintain a neutral demeanor.

Wylie’s puzzled expression could have convinced me he was oblivious to Nash and my activities the previous night but after a few minutes of looking me up and down he smirked.

“It’s afternoon, babe, and we brought stuff to grill. It’s going to be 110 degrees today, so we’re planning on using your pool.”

With that, he breezed past me, heading out through the living room and French doors to the deck, followed closely by Clay.

“Sorry,” Clay mouthed to me as he passed by. Nash emerged from the guest room simultaneously, wearing his best sleepy expression and a dramatic yawn.

“Hey guys,” he said.

Wylie and Clay barely looked at him as they headed out to the pool. When they made it out the door, Nash walked back across the room, his eyes heated as his hand snaked up my back and to the front, grabbing both of my breasts.

“What are you doing?” I hissed.

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