Page 29 of Crazy Imperfect Hearts

“Right. Ava was there too.”

“Was she? I can’t remember,” I joke. “All I could see was you. And one afternoon, I was in the bathroom and looked out the window and there you were, sunning on the back deck in your tiny red bikini. I couldn’t help myself, and I knewthatwas the visual I’d be jerking off to from then on.”

“But then my dad walked in on you?”

My head shakes as I remember the horror. “It’s still the single most terrifying moment of my life.”

She giggles and takes a sip.

“He looked me up and down, my pants lowered, hand on my stiffy, then he looked out the window and saw you.” I run a hand across my jaw. “Jesus, Regan, I thought he was going to pummel me into the ground.”

“He didn’t?”

“Worse. He told me I’d never touch myself again at the thought of his daughter, because if I did, the only thing I’d see washisface. Then he took two steps closer, not even caring thatmy drawers were still dropped, pointed to his stern expression—one I can still see to this very day, right down to the small scar on his forehead—and he said, ‘This is what you’ll see, Lucas Montana. Every motherfucking time.’”

Regan’s hand flies to her mouth. “My dad saidmotherfucking?”

“He did.”

“I’ve never heard the man curse. Not one time. Both of my parents have always been so strait-laced and traditional.”

“Well, he did that day. And fuck me if it wasn’t effective. I was never able to do it again. Every goddamn time I’d start thinking of you and got hard, his face was front and center in my mind. It was a genius move on his part, effectively ending my years-long Regan Lucas masturbation streak, and a tactic I’ll remember if I ever have kids. I gotta respect the guy for that, even if he did ruin you for me.”

She leans forward, intently interested. “What did you do after that? I mean when you…”

“Polished the banister?”

Her cheeks redden.

“I moved on, I guess. You went away to college, and I took up with Kaitlyn Carmichael.”

She nods. “Your first fiancée.”

“That’s the one.”

“So you never thought about me that way again?”

“Not until this week. Believe me, though, after Friday night,yourface is the one I’m seeing again.”

“Again? You mean…” Her gaze goes to my lap. I’m confident she can see how I’m already getting hard.

“Are you asking if I fantasized about you this week, Regan?”

“Maybe I am.”

I put down my glass, hop off the couch and hover over her. “How about I justshowyou what I thought about.”

Her breath hitches. She pushes me back, gets up, takes my hand, and pulls me toward the bedroom.

Fuck yeah.

Chapter Ten

Regan

He laughs as I eagerly drag him back to the bedroom. Of course I do. He has, after all, been the inspiration for all six orgasms I’ve had since we last did this. Getting this under my belt will surely give me more to draw upon.

Crossing the threshold of my bedroom, he points across the hall. “What’s behind that door?”

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