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“Tammy,” he moans.

I reach for him, curling my fingers around that shaft and gliding my hand up and down.

“Oh, wow,” I breathe, barely able to hear past the hammering in my heart. This feels amazing. How can something be so hard and yet the skin around it be so delicately soft and smooth?

He groans as I skim my thumb over the end, marveling at this new discovery. No wonder people always make sex sound so great. The sensations skipping through my body right now are overwhelming. This heady zing, this aching need between my legs.

Swiping that bead of moisture off the top of his dick with my thumb, I grasp him again and run my hand down until Baxter jerks, his eyes popping wide and his body convulsing.

“No, wait,” he rasps, jolting on the grass, his legs spasming beneath me as a spurt of white cream shoots out of his dick and lands directly on my cheek.

CHAPTER 12

BAXTER

Present day…

Rubbing a hand over my clean-shaven face, I gaze in the mirror and shake my head. Shit, I look so much younger without a beard. I may be twenty-three now, but I still feel like a kid sometimes. A clueless boy who doesn’t know how to navigate this great big world.

That feeling grew a million times worse when I lost Mom, but it started that day I lost Tammy. I mean, I guess I didn’t lose her with the brutal swiftness that Mom was taken from us, but it felt like the beginning of the end somehow.

Sadness sweeps through me, weighing down my bones and making me feel small.

I can’t let it win.

I’ve got hockey in forty minutes, and my Mini Mites need me sharp and enthusiastic.

Resting my hands against the sink, I let out a heavy sigh, and that’s when the door squeaks behind me.

I glance over my shoulder and spot a little pair of brown eyes. They bulge when our gazes connect, and then he disappears.

A soft chuckle rumbles in my chest. I was just like that as a kid.

Shit, I couldn’t talk to anyone. My mom freaking made me say hello to any guest who walked in the front door. It was always torture.

But I loved to stand on the edge of a room watching.

It felt safe somehow. Like I was hidden in the shadows but could see everything.

Wiping down the sink, I throw the towel in the hamper and head down to my room. I live on the top floor with Asher, Ethan, and Liam. The next two floors down are for guests, and Casey has been relegated to the pool house thanks to the stench of his shits and Fezzik’s early morning barking and bathroom breaks.

He was pretty pissed about it at first, but he lost the vote fair and square.

Now the only thing to disturb my sleep is Liam and Rachel’s sex life. Those two are noisy, and they’re in the room right next to mine. Thankfully, Ethan and Mick are on the quieter side, but I still hear the odd moan coming out of their room if I happen to pass at the wrong moment.

Asher’s room is down at the end of the hall, so I don’t hear much from him. Lani sleeps over occasionally, but she’s mostly in her dorm, especially when he’s gone for away games. She’s pretty into her studying, and now that she’s a junior, the workload has intensified that much more.

I don’t mind when she stays. She’s neat and organized and respects everyone around her. Just quietly, she’s one of my favorite hockey girls. There’s just something about her that I warm to. I feel more protective of her than I do the others. Maybe because I know what she’s been through. Maybe because I let her in on my secret love for Tammy.

Who knows.

But we’re tight, and I always love it when she’s at Ponderosa.

Padding down to my room, I walk in and dump my stuff before grabbing out my hockey gear.

The door squeaks behind me, and I glance over my shoulder to spot those brown eyes again.

He gasps and disappears behind the wood.

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