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I step carefully down onto the snow-scraped driveway and then I hold Aisling’s hand as we begin walking on our heels up the sorority steps.

“I gotta go,” I tell him as we enter the house, before whispering teasingly, “Have a nice long shower.”

He lets out a sexy pained laugh that has my heart thumping wildly. “Baby, I swear to God. ’Bouta be the longest shower of my life.”

Chapter 20

Hunter

Fallon wanted space over the winter break – to finish up her grant application and to have some alone-time with her secret manuscript – and, feeling like a damn saint, I respected her wishes.

Didn’t mean that I had to like it though.

The thought of Fallon lying on her belly as she worked the keys on her laptop had me very fucking tempted to ignore her do-not-disturb rule. There was nothing that I wanted to do more than to pull up unannounced, Carter Ridge’s snowfall be damned. But maybe it was a good thing that she set up some winter boundaries because, if we’d done it my way, we would have stayed in Fallon’s bedroom for the entire winter break.

But she knew that. She knew that if we continued hanging out while everyone had gone home, there was no way that we could’ve waited it out this long. I’m not so arrogant as to think that once we start having sex I’m going to be able to focus on anything else, which is why I used our time apart to finish up as much college work as possible. Because this semester I only want to be doing two things.

Hockey.

And Fallon.

I spent every night of the winter break looking at that beautiful photo she sent to me from the back of a crowded Uber.Sending it to me because she knew that I’d need something to keep me going while I gave her space. I’ve had my hands on Fallon’s body a good number of times, but that photo is a reminder of everything that we haven’t done yet, and a promise of what’s to come.

I scrub my towel over my hair while zooming into the photo, the steam in the bathroom fogging up my reflection in the mirror.

Damn, she’s perfect. Satisfaction swells in my abs, my cock instantly hard and heavy. I give myself a minute to look at the photo, my fist gripping beneath the head of my dick and then suddenly tugging towards the thick base, my hips pistoning forwards as I give myself a few rough pumps.

The sight of Fallon squeezing her breasts together is driving me damn feral. I don’t know how the hell a chick her size managed to grow tits like that, and I am not for one second fucking complaining.

Warm moisture spurts out of the tip and I grunt back to the present. I let go of my shaft and gently settle my phone on the sink, cleaning up the mess before I finish off my towel-drying.

Term starts in two days which means that my ban on disturbing Fallon’s study-time is finally up. I got a littlefinally finished, come get metext an hour ago so, now that she’s submitted her grant application, I’m finally going to take her out as promised. I finished up in the garage earlier than I should have but Colton’s going to handle it while I’m not in the shop.

I toss the towel into the laundry basket and pull up a pair of boxers and jeans. I slip my cell into my pocket as I unlock the bathroom door and then I roll my shoulders back as I step out into the hallway.

Or I would be stepping out into the hallway if Archer, my youngest brother, wasn’t right outside the door, looking up at mewith a terrified expression and his hands covering the front of his baby cargos.

“Ah shit,” I say quietly, quickly swooping him off the ground and into the bathroom, knowing from his face that he’s about to pee his pants. I hold him over the toilet so that he can do his business while asking him in as nurturing a tone as I can manage, “Why didn’t you knock, buddy? When you need to use the bathroom all you’ve gotta do is knock.”

After doing what he came to do his spirits are immediately lifted, and he tries to hug at my leg as I get his trousers back over his tiny feet. We’re both equally impressed that he didn’t actually pee himself.

I toss him over my shoulder like a kitchen towel and he squeals and kicks his legs happily as I walk us down the stairs.

My mom is in the living area with Wren and Ryder so I settle Archer on the couch beside her and explain theno-knocking almost-peed-himself-againsituation.

Wren, my baby sister, is resting in my mom’s arms and she’s smiling up at me with her adorable sparkly-eyed smile. She’s not one-and-a-half years old yet but she has a head of fluffy blonde curls and the longest black lashes that I’ve ever seen.

She drops the soft toy that she had loosely clutched under her arm and I give her a grin because I know that she did it just to make me play with her. I pick it up, wait for a second, and then I tickle it up her belly, making her giggle and squirm wildly in my mom’s arms.

Once I finally stuff the toy back under her little hand, I lean down to give her a kiss on her forehead. Archer is immediately back on his feet, hugging at my leg again because he can tell that I’m about to go.

They see me at the weekends during term but spending the whole winter break at home has meant that they’ve grown usedto having me around. I look down into Arch’s eyes and see that they’ve gone dangerously big and glossy.

I try to defuse the tear-bomb by roughing up his messy hair and then picking him up by his ribcage and tickling him into distraction.

While he laughs and kicks at me I say to my mom, “I’ve got all my stuff in the truck. I’ll see you Saturday.”

She catches Wren’s toy before it makes another ‘accidental’ fall to the floor and she says, “Have fun. Maybe I’ll see you stop by the diner on Sunday.”

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