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“Don’t worry, you’re one of those types that get along better with the guys,” Brody said behind me. He touched my shoulder and I pulled back.

“Actually, I have tons of girlfriends. Can you please not touch me?”

He pulled his hands back dramatically and laughed. “Whoa, you are a bitch. Sorry, I was just being friendly.”

“I appreciate friendly, just not touchy,” I said easily, smiling to take out the sting. “My boyfriend is possessive.”

“Boyfriend, huh? He’s not gonna like you giving kissing lessons to Clayton, then. Or anything else that happens up there in the boonies.”

“I have it handled. See you Friday.”

I left, feeling nauseous and trying to tell myself it would work out great. Eventually. I needed to show the cast I wasn’t the enemy. Seems Brody would be.

I spent the day organizing my packing and stopping at Red to check in with Rock. No more news on the attacker, andwhen I let him know about the schedule change, he signed off on releasing me from any additional days so I was now free for the whole weekend. I called my mother and let her know I was leaving for the show. I hated the stupid excitement whirling inside, figuring she’d be proud of me for getting on television, but she was drunk and sloppy and said some crap about Dad that put me in a mood. I wondered if my stepsister would think being onDumpedwas cool. I even thought of reaching out to tell her, then decided not to. Dad had said he disapproved of my entire career, and reality tv wouldn’t make him change his mind.

At least, I’d get to spend all my time with Adam. I hated that I wouldn’t get to see him off, but hopefully after our announcement tonight, we wouldn’t have to hide these next few days. I quickly texted him the bad news, and we agreed to meet early before anyone arrived so we could spend a bit of alone time. Adam said he had something else to tell me also, but when I tried to push, he had to go, so I was stuck waiting until it was time to leave.

I donned a short beaded black dress, backless, with a bow right above my ass. Black heels with a strappy anklet attached in rhinestones and a small beaded bag completed the look. I left my hair loose with beach waves, wearing my signature red lipstick with the perfect smoked cat-eye to make my blue eyes pop.

Adam was waiting for me outside the club. He shook his head when he caught sight of me, his gaze hungrily roving over my body with a flare of possession I loved. Not caring about my lipstick or the crowd, he drew me in and kissed me with the raw passion that marked me as his. I immediately melted into his hard muscled length, my nails massaging his scalp as his tongue tangled with mine. “You look edible,” he murmured.

“I hope you’ll eat me later.”

He gave a choked laugh, then grasped my hand. “I’m going to make you pay for teasing me like that.”

I tossed him a sassy look. “Can’t wait.”

“I called ahead and got us a table. Noah shouldn’t be here till ten.”

“The others don’t get off at Red till eleven so we have plenty of time,” I said.

“Good. I want you to myself, even if I’d rather have you naked in bed.”

I slid my phone into my purse and snapped it shut. “I’m all yours for the next few days, Adam. I’m done with Red, and I got ahead on my packing.”

He squeezed my hand, leading me to the back of the club where diners were gathering for cocktails and small plates of food. It had a chill, intimate vibe; separated from where Noah would be playing. We settled into a small table, chairs pushed close together, and ordered crab cakes, mussels, and mini steak burgers. We fell into conversation, high on being close to each other, hands freely touching and kissing in between sentences.

Adam would text Noah around 9:30pm and when he got here, Adam would help him set up. I’d hang with Daisy until the others arrived and then after Noah’s set, we’d tell them the truth.

It was a great plan.

Until it blew up.

Chapter Twenty-One

Adam

Listen to Till Forever Falls Apart

by Ash and FINNEAS

The day started out perfect. Too bad it all went to shit.

I woke up with Landon’s naked body plastered to me, and a stiff morning erection. Last night, I’d shared another intimate story I’d never told anyone. Somehow, it seemed right that she knew about Melba. I wanted Landon to know everything about me, especially the bad and the broken parts. When she said she loved me, my heart said the words back. It was just my head and my voice that rebelled against that final surrender. Seeing her patience reflected back in her beautiful blue eyes soothed the fear. Landon wasn’t going anywhere. I couldn’t spook her by not responding back and it was another part I loved about her so much—her refusal to question her worth and value just because I couldn’t utter three words. So, I gave it to her in actions all night long. And with my story.

She gave a cute little snore and I eased myself between her legs, slowly pushing her thighs apart. My gaze roved over her with familiar hunger. Her skin was flushed pink, and her nipples were hard, begging for my touch. I pulled the sheet all the way down, exposing her in full, and feasted on her warm, open nudity. Her sweet pussy was already wet, as if she was dreaming about me and sensed I’d soon pleasure her.

With a grin, I lowered my head and began to lick her sensitive folds. She moaned in her sleep, her body naturally arching and demanding more, so I gave it to her. Increasing the pressure of my tongue flicking her clit, I sucked gently, as my fingers pushed into her tight, wet channel.

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