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Even more when I recall the fucking hiatus my cock decided to go on without my consent.

I guess even he knows it’s fucking over.

Falling all in, I grind against my dancing partner’s ass and delight when their purr finds its way to my ear. Leaning back until my chest warms his skin, his arms snake around my neck and hold on for dear life when the beat changes, the remix of an As Above song kicking up the tempo.

Groaning when the song filters through the mix of club music, I think of Jordan as the lyrics tickle my ears and the dancer spins to face me.

Arms wrap around my shoulders, his head down, his face buried in my neck. Hands grab at my ass, his hard cock grinding into my pelvis, while mine sits limp behind my zipper.

People jump in unison to our music, bringing a lift to the corner of my lips until feet land on mine and elbows smash my shoulders.

My partner breaks away from me, the chaos of the floor too much to keep a hold. I reach out, catching just the tips of his fingers when the wave consumes him only to lose it all over again.

Lost, I search the crowd around me, pushing by bouncing bodies as I try to reconnect with the only person that’s made me feel a morsal of something since Jordan walked into my life and left me wrecked.

But he’s gone, just like Jordan.

And in his place is Ian.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Jordan

“Three whole dayssss,” Makkinsings from his Little Tykes chair beside me as he flies his tiny stuffed dinosaurs through the air with the occasional blown raspberry. “Daddy and Unckie. Uncle Broby and Uncle Finnnnnny.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and glance down at the little guy. “Are you excited?”

“Today,” he screeches and makes his dinos ram into each other. “I’m so happy! Aren’t you?”

Happy?

The word is a foreign concept that tickles my subconscious and teases too manywhat ifsin a world full of unknowns. It also most likely includes a whole lot ofnotspending way too long pretending.

Acting as if I wasn’t waiting for every message I sent Mac to bounce back, to tell me my number’s been blocked.

Or worse.

I kept on as if nothing had happened. That I wasn’t there that night that Dare came out on stage. I knew from all the socialmedia coverage. Cringed at all the comments asking about Mac’sreal best friend.

That I hadn’t flown thousands of miles just to see him.

I don’t spend every moment I’m awake thinking about him. Wondering. Questioning if the shit online about him and Dare is real.

Hoping it’s not.

Wondering how the fuck I gave up the chance to be there with him.

Did he really replace me?

If I really was the cause of all the shit that kept him up at night. Peach tells me he’s gotten some help with that, some kind of meds that seem to help. That he’s better now. Though, I don’t know how much I believe it or if Peach is just protecting him.

Hell, maybe the bodyguard is protecting me, too.

Dragging in a deep breath through my nose, I force a nod for the kid who goes back to slamming his dinosaurs together.

But then he throws them on the floor, clamors to a stand on his chair, and fists my shirt.

His eyes are wide and bright and remind me so much of his preciousunckiethat my chest clenches.

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