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I finally accepted that my mother’s presence at Daisy’s was coincidental and laid my head back down on the pillow.

“I’m sure you’ll meet her at the funeral. She thought a lot of your mother. You know, because she had the strength to leave Mark and start over. She always says how she wished my mother could have been more like Janice in that regard.”

I sucked in an emotional breath and closed my eyes.

Chapter Eleven

Trista

The sun warmed my cheek, but that wasn’t what woke me up, it was the creak and subtle pop of the front screen door that did it. My body twitched and I scrambled to familiarize myself with my surroundings.

The crocheted blanket was draped over the back of the couch and the faint scent of cleaning products lingered in the air. I blinked a few times and recognized the sound of the angry, old shower in his bathroom.

“Fucking wildlife on the porch,” I whispered to myself.

I believed it, too, my whole body relaxed only to tense again when the front door budged and shifted open.

Wild animals did not open your front door, my mind screamed, and I backed up the bed until I was shifting against the headboard and there was nowhere left to go.

The biggest soldier I’d ever seen in my life stepped inside. His boots were polished to perfection. His uniform was crisp and the name on his broad chest read O’Brian. He had massive arms and breathtaking, green eyes.

We stared at each other for a few moments, neither saying a word. I was pretty confident he wasn’t mafia, but I didn’t know what the fuck he was doing here. He dropped the duffle in his hand and blindly slapped at the door, leaving it to slowly swing shut without a backwards glance.

“What do we have here?” he all but purred.

He bit his lower lip and made a sound like he’d seen something delicious. His stormy gaze patiently crawled over me, and I became acutely aware that my legs were still sprawled like a fucking spider. Which meant I was flashing my entire panty-covered crotch at him.

I snapped my legs together and sucked in a breath. Despite his hulking frame, the man was swift as fuck. He crossed the room and grabbed my ankle like he meant to take me prisoner.

I froze.

His hand slid over my calf and nudged its way between my knees. He encouraged them to fall in opposite directions and the bed shifted with his weight. My heart was racing. He was so big, even if I did have control over my body, it wouldn’t do me any good. His hand roamed up my thigh and he cupped my pussy like he owned it, smashing his full lips against my own in a kiss that both thawed and disarmed me.

I reached up and slid my hand along his throat, and he nipped my lip, drawing a tiny squeak from me.

“That’s it… Tell me about your day, darlin’,” he murmured against my lips while he massaged me through my panties.

I couldn’t put two words together to save my life.

“You smell…. Soooo… fucking good,” he moaned against the crook of my neck.

He pushed my panties to the side and ran his fingers along my seam. When he sank them inside of me, I gripped his neck, letting my nails take purchase of his skin and muscles while he milked a moan out of me.

The bathroom door popped open, and Eric stepped out in a towel.

“Oak—” he managed, only for his jaw to drop and his eyes to widen.

The man that was half on top of me paused and looked over his shoulder at Eric. “Where the fuck did you find this? She’s beautiful, E…”

He pulled his fingers out of me in an abrupt manner and looked back at Eric with a bit of uncertainty, “Wait a minute… She’s not…Yours… Is she?”

I glanced at Eric, who was openly staring at my strewn panties and the puffy lips they were strangling. He slowly lifted his gaze to mine and for a fraction of a second, I saw it…

Desire.

I reached my other hand around Oak’s jaw and forced him to face me again.

“I don’t belong to him.” I couldn’t keep the contempt out of my voice when I said it.

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