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Given she was Angel’s girl though, she probably had a freaky streak too.

“Will you be wet for me, baby girl?” I asked. My words came out as an order and my tone a growl.

“Yes, Daddy.” She peeked up through her long, dark eyelashes.

“Will you touch yourself tonight because of me, baby girl?”

She smiled, red tinging her cheeks. “Yes, Daddy.”

“I want your scent all over my sheets.”

“You don’t want them washed, Daddy?”

“No.” I wanted all of her.

Chapter 32

Maddie

Iwas ready to jump Cookby the time Mel, no Lanie, pulled her Mini Cooper up in front of the house. She said she wanted to be called Lanie, so I needed to change that in my brain. It made sense to me though. We’d both become different people. Different from when we were kids, and certainly different than when we’d been apart.

Through all of this, I realized she loved me. She shared what happened to our parents, and it brought out a lot of guilt. I’d spent hours locked in my room scratching on paper again until bodily functions called. When I stepped out to pee and caught sight of Cook’s room with one of his T-shirts folded on the dresser, it reset something inside me. I had taken the papers out to the incinerator behind the house and burned them all.

Somehow, the process seemed to free me from worrying over Mom and Dad’s fate, and I focused the rest of the night on my work in the dark room.

And as for Lanie, I thought I loved her too. I just needed to figure out how to live with that and be a sister, but I would get there. When, I didn’t yet know, but I would.

Lanie was giving me a look, and I waited by the door. My thighs were wet, heat clawing up my body. I had kept my promise to Daddy to stay wet and touch myself while thinking of him. With how Lanie watched me now, I was beginning to dry. A breeze drifted up my skirt,replacing the heat with coolness.

Cook kicked the passenger door open, holding his side, and my whole body narrowed in on him. I ran down the porch steps and practically flew into his arms, stopping just short of jumping on him and wrapping myself around his body. Instead, I hooked an arm under his, steadying him. The man I’d met at the mill and who’d shaped me. So much had changed. He was a little weaker and leaner when he stood. The gunshot wound pained him more than he let on.

What an idiot. Of course, he wouldn’t be ready for me yet.

“I’ll say it one more time,” said Lanie, walking around the front of the car. “You should be back at the recovery house. Doc didn’t think you should go.”

“Doc doesn’t know everything,” grumbled Cook, stepping toward the house.

I kept my arm around him, and Lanie took up his other side. I could tell he wasn’t trying to lean on either of us. He was moving slower, hesitating at the steps on the front porch.

“Do you want to go back?” I asked, scared to take him inside. “I don’t think I can help if something goes wrong.”

“No. I’m where I need to be.” Cook took a step up the porch, and Lanie and I were there at his sides to catch him if he fell. Though, if he did fall, he would likely take us with him.

By the time he made it into the house, he was huffing and puffing. His face was pale and sweat glistened on his forehead. For so long, he had taken care of me, and now, I needed to take care of him. Though I knew he hated it, I helped him toward the bedroom, Lanie on our heels. So much for alone time.

“Angel will be back from LA tomorrow,” said Lanie, and Cook flashed his gaze up to her like he didn’t know he was gone from the Ridge.

I ground my teeth, not wanting to deal with MC business right now.

Lanie continued, “He mentioned something about Wilde calling church tomorrow too.”

“Yeah, that’s the Prez’s prerogative,” grumbled Cook as he sat down in bed. “Think I’ll call in horny.”

I giggled, but if I had anything to say about it, he wasn’t getting back to club business for a long time.

My arm was still hooked around his waist, and he almost took me down too. As much as I wanted to be on his lap, I knew he didn’t like me to do that when others were around. And he still needed to recover before he could bear my weight too.

“Why would you need to go back to church already?” I asked.

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