Page 72 of What I Should Have Known

“Why?”

“Motivation, Kit Kat. Now, not only would Wyatt be jealous if he found out we actually are fucking, but he’s also got a lot of money at stakeif he loses you. Greed, power, jealousy, or revenge. The main things that drive every stupid fucking decision everyone makes, and he has a temper to go with.”

She raised a taunting brow. “Ah, so jealousy is what got you to make half of yours since meeting me. I get it now.”

I grinned. “I’m not jealous of Wyatt.”

“No?”

“He’s been begging you for three years to just kiss him, you asked me to fuck you within a month. There is no competition here,” I replied.

She pursed her lips and rolled her eyes. “And I just made your already massive ego even bigger.”

“Kit Kat, you’ve done nothing but feed my ego this entire time.”

“Says the guy who was begging me to let you come like thirty minutes ago.” She tipped her head. “‘Please, Kat. Please,’” she moaned as I had.

I let the grin fall from my face. “I thought you were a virgin, damn.”

She giggled and took a step toward me. “I have four brothers and grew up on a ranch, Bernie. I knew what sex was before you got your first girlfriend.”

I shot her a wink. “Baby, I think you’ve forgotten how much older I am than you.”

“So, what? You had a girlfriend at nine years old?” She shoved a hand on her hip.

“I had my first kiss in like fourth grade, so yeah.”

Her mouth fell open. “I don’t think that’s normal.”

“Nah, it wasn’t. And I got an ass whooping when I got home from my father. Plus, the ‘talk.’” I crossed my arms as she walked back over and crawled onto the bed.

“When did you…start going through puberty?” she cautiously asked.

I inhaled deeply as she cuddled up against my side. Wrapping my arm around her body, I began sliding a hand up and down her back. “I think I was ten, so by the end of that same fourth grade.”

“Then why aren’t you taller?” she quipped with speed, and I jabbed a finger into her side.

“Says the girl who’s barely five fucking feet.”

“I didn’t go through puberty at ten, asshole.”

“No? Well, damn. You’ve got some amazing genetics then.”

She draped a leg over my hips. “Why do you say that?”

“Them boobs…” I wiggled my brows and quickly reached over, giving one a massive squeeze.

She swatted at my hand. “Says the guy who clearly needed extra time to grow his dick.”

“Yet, my innocent little Kit Kat, you were moaning about how big it was just a moment ago. About how it might just not fit.” I slipped my arm back behind my head and smiled in triumph at the ceiling.

“I—That is—” She humphed and pushed her bottom lip out in a pouty face. “This is not fair.”

“Baby, you can try all you want, but I’ve spent the past seven years firing shit like this with five other grown-ass men who put your ranch hands to shame.” I leaned sideways and quickly kissed her forehead.

“They don’t know how much of a softy you are at heart, do they,” she muttered, snuggling in closer.

With a heavy sigh, I pulled a tight smile onto my face. “You are the only one with that privilege, Kit Kat.”

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