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I do what he asks robotically. Inside, my entire foundation is turning over.

As soon as dinner is plated, Anthony wipes down the sink and hangs the gloves over the edge, washing his hands while Connor steps in the back door with an overnight bag. At my brother’s arrival, I feel confident leaving for just a little while.

“Con, hold down the fort for a little while, okay?”

“Sure,” he says. “Where are you going?”

Squaring my shoulders, I take in Ant’s gaze. The turquoise swirls darkly. The calm before a storm. I lift my chin in challenge, and his dips in answer.

“Ant and I need to fight.”

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I don’t knowhow we got fromfighttofuck,but here we are.

We don’t even make it through the garage door before we’re clawing at each other. She jumps up into my arms and I land a tight smack against her ass as her legs close around my lower back. I’m hard before we make it to the kitchen, where half of our clothes get tossed.

“Are we fighting or fucking?” I ask, pulling down the cups of her bra to tweak her nipples as I bound to my bedroom.

“Depends,” She pants, licking a line up the side of my neck before biting my earlobe. “Did I dream that you came to help, even though we’re in the middle of a fight?”

I pause and lean up against the wall, panting as I look at the woman seated above me.

Vulnerability and doubt are etched into the tone of her words and the way she hesitates to meet my eye. I tug her chin until she’s looking at me.

“I willalwaysshow up for you, Penelope Jayne. Every time. From here on out. You can count on me.”

She whines, but not because of our half naked bodies. She’s holding in tears. I want to stop us here, sit down, use our words, but then her whinedoesturn into something sensual, and whenher lips touch mine, something tells me we’ll make it out of this valley.

Our tongues tangle roughly, and by the time we make it to my bed and strip ourselves completely bare, she’s on all fours before me.

“Fuck, how have I not had you like this yet?” I groan, fisting myself with one hand and squeezing her ass with the other.

I give no warning before I enter her, because the look she gives me over her shoulder is a mixture ofI need youandCome and get it.

I’m rough. Sloppy. Quick. She gives it right back, bouncing her thick ass off my lap.

“You,” I say, in between hard thrusts, “and this ass,” I grip her ass, then give her a light spank, “will be thedeathof me, Penelope.”

Gripping her in both hands, I give her a few swift thrusts that have her collapsing onto her chest.

“Might even make me forget why we were fighting in the first place.”

She stops, slips off of me, moaning, “Wait,” when I reach to put myself back in.

Flipping onto her back, she looks up at me with fire in her eyes.

“Wearestill fighting, right?”

I tilt my head in thought.

“Yeah. Kind of.”

“Fine. Missionary so we can keep arguing then?”

I shrug, then push her thighs wider.

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