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Nash hesitated again but slowly re-buttoned his shirt and walked out the door, leaving my grandfather’s ranch and me behind.

Chapter 32: Nash

I knew I shouldn’t have come back, but the look of heartbreak on Jovie’s face when I told her I didn’t want more than our current friends-with-benefits situation haunted me. We were three months into this arrangement, and I thought everything was going smoothly until she had to complicate things.

I cursed myself for hurting her and cursed her for falling for me.

But had I fallen for Jovie, too?

Hell yes, I had, but reality hit hard. Our families, our work, our homes, everything about us was worlds apart. Why prolong the inevitable, only to end up in Houston, finding her hooking up with someone like Patrick, just as Brooke had done to me?

No, thanks.

Yet, here I was, driving down the dirt road that connected our ranches at midnight, heading back to Ashwood Ranch.

I needed to see her, to be sure she was okay. I couldn’t bear the thought of those green eyes, the same ones I'd gotten lost in while inside of her the night before, filled with tears.

Why did she have to fall for me? I berated myself, knowing the truth. I had fallen for her too.

Pulling up to the driveway, I cut my lights, hoping not to wake her. I noticed Wylie’s truck was still gone yet Patrick's remained.

I clenched my jaw. I trusted Jovie now when she said she’d broken up with Patrick before moving but the idea of another man making a move after the past few months where we’d been together, bothered me.

It was bold of him to drive down here, and a part of me respected that he’d done it and bared his feelings for her, but another part desired to sneak into the pool house and confront him while he slept, eliminating any chance of them rekindling their relationship when she returned to Houston. I couldn’t blame him though; I would have done the same thing for her.

I used the key we all had to open her grandfather’s front door and walked silently to her bedroom. Listening at the door, I strained to hear if she was still awake, but there was only silence.

I knocked gently, receiving no response. I decided to push the door open just to make sure she was asleep. However, when I opened the door, I found Jovie lying in the middle of the bed, atop the sheets. Her eyes were closed, and nearby, gentle music played from her phone. My eyes cast downward where I realized she had the same pink vibrator I’d caught her using months ago between her legs and inside of her.

“Wha-what? Nash?” Jovie said coming up on to her elbows, while the vibrator continued to buzz between her thighs.

I wasn’t sure where she was at in her journey, but the site of her pleasuring herself after our fight both turned me rock solid immediately and pissed me the fuck off. She had wanted to get her needs satisfied with this toy because I’d left like an idiot and hadn’t satisfied her.

“Take it out,” I commanded as I stripped off my shirt and kicked my boots from my heels onto the floor.

“No,” she whispered as she grabbed the vibrator and pressed it harder inside of herself, her eyes fluttered closed as she let out a moan.

Now I was pissed at a toy.

“Move your hands,” I growled again as I stripped my pants from my body, my hard cock springing to life as I fisted it in my hand and held it out right.

Her eyes went wide at the tone I’d taken with her, and I could tell; I’d pissed her off more than I’d realized when I left. She wasn't going to give up without a fight.

With that statement, she jammed the fucker in there even harder, almost causing it to disappear from my vision between her sweet, dripping wet folds. I could tell the sensations from the vibrating toy coupled with watching me stroke myself, she was close to coming, but I didn’t want her finishing on that cheap piece of plastic. I was greedy with Jovie and no toy deserved to absorb her satisfaction.

“Is that what you want, Jovie? Do you want that toy to fulfill your needs, or do you want me to?” I asked as I continued to stroke myself, her eyes were wild, and I knew she was coming undone.

My senses were all over the place to the point I thought I might finish at the site of her pleasuring herself. “Because if that’s what you want, I won’t stop you, but I’d be very disappointed.”

I could see her tough façade slipping as she hesitated, her eyes unable to tear away from the site of me stroking myself and watching her. They shifted back and forth between my eyes as she debated what to do.

“What would be my punishment?” she asked as she bit down on one of her thick lips causing my hand to freeze mid stroke.

“Watch me, baby. I can do better than that toy.”

Chapter 33: Nash

I climbed up on the bed, gently reaching between her legs where her hand had relaxed but was still holding the vibrator in place.

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