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“Thanks for bringing him back to me today,” I said. “This house has been lonely without him.” Even with the other people here all the time.

Lanie bobbed her head. “I feel the same way when Angel is gone. I never thought I would be the one to pine over a man. Guess it’s weird how everything has changed.”

I couldn’t even imagine. How did one go from being a DA to being an FBI agent to riding on the back of a bike with an MC member on the other side of the law? She had been so worried about me and wanted to know my story, but now, I was desperate for hers.

Before my sister turned to the car, I wrapped my arms around her and brought her in for a hug. She was frozen, hardened, and I cringed for pushing her so far out of her boundaries. She hadn’t even seen it coming. But then she wrapped her arms around me too, pulling me close. Our chests heaved together, and my chin rested on her shoulder.

A memory sparked to life in the back of my mind of the many times before that we hugged, mostly when we were kids. Our parents made us hug it out every time we were assholes to one another. The previously forgotten memory made me smile.

I pulled back, and Lanie slowly let me go. “It was nice to see you,” I said.

“I love you, Maddie,” said Lanie.

“I love you too.” I didn’t need to force the words out. “Next time, let’s do a girls’ night. And you can tell me all about Angel.”

Red covered her cheeks. “We’re going to need lots of wine.”

“Looking forward to it,” I said.

I wasn’t sure if that was true, but she didn’t give any hint that she wasn’t. She waved before she got into her car and tore away from the house down the dirt road.

Night was coming in tooquickly, and I hadn’t heard a stir from Cook. I even checked on him a few times, and thankfully, he breathed. When he did wake, he would be hungry, so I prepped for dinner.

He would want home cooking, something hearty and covered in butter and grease. Something that wasn’t great for the body but good for the soul. I started to fry up potatoes and made sure the meat was cooking in the oven. He would want it red and juicy.

“You look too good like that,” growled a voice behind me.

I tried not to jump, but I did laugh.

Facing Cook, I said, “You should be in bed.”

With his shirt off, he leaned against the doorframe to our bedroom. His side was bandaged, and his sweatpants hung low around his hips, revealing that perfect V that dipped lower. There was a bulge in his gray sweats. He took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring, and I knew he was scenting my weeping pussy. I had kept myself hot and wet for him.

“You should lean back over the oven,” said Cook. “Shake your ass like you just were.”

I smiled at him, liking the idea, but if I did that, I was sure he would come up from behind me and fuck me senseless. As much as I wanted that, I didn’t want him going back to the recovery house tonight.

“Why don’t you go back to bed, and I’ll serve you when dinner is finished cooking?” I asked.

Cook smirked. “Only if I get you for dessert.”

Fire bloomed in me, and I rubbed my thighs together, feeling myself dripping and ready for him.

“Thighs apart,” ordered Cook.

“Daddy,” I moaned.

“Now, baby girl.”

I stepped apart, feeling like my hips ripped sideways. My thighs no longer touched, and my pussy breathed. The hotness seeped down my lips.

Cook dragged his eyes down me, narrowing his gaze on my waist. Like he had a superpower to see through my clothes, he found my pussy and then stroked it with his eyes. I shivered. The tension tightened around my stomach. He licked his lips, and fuck, I almost came just from watching how much he wanted me. I knew what that tongue could do to me. Had done to me. The bulge in his sweatpants grew thicker.

“I’ll never finish dinner if you look at me like that,” I murmured. “And you need to eat.”

“Trust me, baby girl, I plan on eating until we’re both sated.”

“Daddy,” I said scandalously.

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