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“I can do it myself,” she says, embarrassment coloring her voice.

After the way she allowed me to play with her, this kind of intimacy shouldn’t be a big deal. She needs to understand that I’m here to take care of her.

And her needs.

Even after I make her orgasm.

“I want to,” I murmur. “So let me do it.”

That’s all it takes for the fight to drain from her as she allows me to wipe away her arousal. My gaze stays pinned to her pink little pussy, so swollen from our fucking.

Even though I’ve just spent myself, already need is stirring to life within me.

It’s so damn tempting to lick up all that cream instead of wiping it away.

Once I finish, I place a kiss against her swollen lips before tossing the towel in the hamper next to the desk. Then I gather her up into my arms and slide beneath the covers. I align my chest to her spine so I can spoon her smaller body. Only then does a sense of rightness settle over me.

I can’t remember the last time I felt this kind of overwhelming contentment.

I search my brain for an answer.

The question is out of my mouth before I can think it over. “Will you come to my game on Thursday?”

Her eyelids flutter open as I nip her earlobe with sharp teeth.

When silence stretches between us, I force myself to remain calm, even though I’m a chaotic mess inside. “Sunshine?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “I’ll come.”

Relief rushes through me as I fall asleep with her wrapped up tight in my arms.

It’s exactly where she belongs.

28

Willow

“I’m sorry…let me get this straight. You’re sleeping with Maverick McKinnon, and he still has no clue that your brother is none other than River Thompson.” Holland’s wide eyes stay locked on mine. “And he asked you to go watch him play tonight?”

I release a steady breath. “Is there a question in all that?”

“Yeah, I’m wondering where my best friend of thirteen years went.” She stabs a finger in my direction. “Who exactly is this fun-loving ho in her place?”

The edges of my lips tremble as a snort escapes from me. “I promise that I’m the same person who moved in with you last fall.”

She folds her arms across her ample chest. “Listen, girl, I’m all for you living your best life, you know that.”

“Why do I sense a but coming?”

“Because you know me well.”

I press my lips together and steel myself for the truth bomb she’s about to drop.

Holland settles on the bed beside me before searching my eyes for a long, silent moment. Her voice dips, becoming huskier. “The last thing I want to see is this situation blow up in your face. Or you getting hurt. That’s all.”

My chest expands with love. No matter what, she always has my best interests at heart. I’m lucky that she took a liking to me in the second grade.

It’s only because I trust her judgment implicitly that I realize she’s spot-on regarding the situation with Maverick.

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