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“You’re going to leave my shit alone, Kent,” I tell him while I ignore what Devin said. “I’ll be back for the rest of it later.”

“I’ll have a few of my men over in the morning to get the rest,” Devin adds.

“Fine, sure. Okay,” Kent sputters, and I’m not sure he deserves the mercy Devin’s shown him. I know I’m going to get an earful later from my aunt because Kent will spin a story for her.

Devin raises an eyebrow toward me. When I nod, he steps out of the way, and Kent rushes out like his ass is on fire.

“Thanks,” I tell him.

“Don’t thank me for that.”

“Well, thanks for not laying him out. I never would have heard the end of it from my aunt.”

“You’re welcome.” He winks at me, letting me know he would have happily done that for me. “Now make sure you get all those lacy panties and bras. I don't want my men getting those for you.”

“I got them.” Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I pat the last bag.

“All right then.” He takes the bag from me. “Let's get you home and settled in.”

Home? I’m not so sure about that…but it does sound awfully nice.

Chapter Four

DEVIN

When I wake up, I roll over and reach out to the cold empty sheets. “Fuck,” I moan as I blink awake and remember that I’m not in bed with Joy. Sure, she’s in my bed, but I’m not with her.

After we got back, I told her she was going to take the primary suite and I would crash in one of the spare rooms. She tried to argue with me, but when I offered to share the bed with her, she clamped her mouth shut and agreed to go quietly. Part of me wishes she would have kept on arguing so that I could have ended up cuddled next to her all night.

Who am I kidding? I would have done a lot more than cuddle. I’m not exactly a gentleman when it comes to her, no matter what she tries to thank me for. I meant what I said yesterday: She’s worth all of it.

The bed in the guest room is a glorified air mattress, and when I get up, my back is sore and the muscles pull tight. I groan as I stand and stretch, but then I stop when I catch the scent of something good.

I’m used to getting up at the crack of dawn, so seeing it’s still dark out as I get ready is nothing new. Once I’m dressed, I let the smell of bacon and coffee lure me down the stairs and into the kitchen.

My boots stop on the hardwood floors as I take in the sight before me. I have to blink a few times to make sure I’m not still dreaming because, fuck me, if it’s a dream I don’t ever want to wake up.

“Morning,” Joy says but doesn’t look up.

She’s standing in front of the stove wearing one of my shirts, and if that wasn’t enough, her hair is down. I never realized how long her hair was because she always wears it pulled up or in braids. Seeing the waves almost to her ass as she moves in front of the stove makes me want to pull her into my arms and wrap it around my fist. I want to pull her head back so I can kiss her mouth and neck and then spread her legs?—

“Coffee's ready,” she says, interrupting my thoughts. Then she turns around and looks at me with a curious expression. “Did you sleep okay? I’m sorry about taking your bed, and maybe we could swap?—”

“It’s fine,” I say, cutting her off. I shake my head to try and remove the images of her spread out on the island while I feast on her pussy for breakfast. I’m definitely going to save those thoughts for later, but for now, I need to keep a leash on my control. “Smells good.”

That’s all I can manage to say as she passes me a mug of black coffee and I take a seat at the island. I put my Stetson beside me, and when she turns back to the stove, I once again watch her like I’ve never been able to before.

As I sip my coffee, I start to fully wake up, and I realize that this is my new reality. Having Joy here, in my kitchen, is forever. The thought makes my insides warm, and I know it’s not the coffee doing its job. No, she’s the one making me hot. And also shrinking my jeans. I have to adjust myself as I sit there because my cock is hard, and it’s becoming painful.

“I like your nightgown,” I finally say after I’ve finished my first cup of coffee and she pours me a second.

“Apparently that was one of the things I left behind.” She makes an annoyed huff but shrugs. “I’ll get them later today, so sorry about that. I’ll toss it in the wash later.”

“What’s mine is yours,” I tell her and try to give her a relaxed smile. Meanwhile I’m making a mental note to burn all her pajamas when they get delivered today.

“Good, I used your razor too.”

My eyes move slowly down her body as I wonder what part of her she used my razor on. Dear god, she’s trying to kill me.

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