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Everything in me tightens around him, my jaw dropping open as my eyes roll back, my entrances clamping onto him as I crash headlong into a climax that feels like it’s ripping me in half.

Two halves of one person.

The version before Toby.

And the one that comes after Toby.

“That’s fucking it,” Toby strains.

Yet, I don’t stop my hips from grinding, my hands from gripping, my mouth from moving, my body from searching for the last little morsel only Toby can provide until I’m wrung dry.

Which he gives by releasing my neck, stuffing his fingers between my lips, and finally fills me in every possible way as he ruts against me.

I’m helpless to stop this freight train.

I always was.

Chapter Thirty-One

Where is Toby now?

First, it’s knocking up his fans.

Next, it’s knocking out his fans.

Reports say that an inside source has scoured all known hangouts for the rock star and yet, no one has seen him.

Is it possible that Toby has finally fallen completely off the wagon?

Or is his manager hiding him in rehab again?

Let us know what you think!

Chapter Thirty-Two

Toby

“When Leo said he sent you to the cabin, I didn’t expect you’d be gone so long I’d actually miss your ass.”

Mac’s snicker comes across the line and almost makes me feel homesick.

“I knew you liked my ass,” I say with a chuckle.

“Pffft, nice try, limp waffle.” He snorts into the receiver. “Got me checking the weather like an old-ass man. Feeling like I gotta eat dinner at four so I can be in bed by eight.”

I laugh at that and the tapping I hear coming from the background. I lounge on the couch, right where I ate Anna out for breakfast this morning. “You are old, Mackie.”

“You’re older than me,” Mac huffs, unamused. “I’m not old.”

Snorting, I run my hands through my beard and stare up at the ceiling, my phone pressed to my ear.

“You’re quiet. That’s weird. Has Anna given you a hard time?”

The mention of her has my eyes narrowing and my chest tightening. “Why?”

“Because you two are like fucking badgers,” Mac comments, unmoved by my clipped tone. “Constantly badgering each other.”

Oh. Right.

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