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Shane would be a perfect Prince Charming to come riding in and take her away from me.

But like fuck will I let that happen again.

I lost Oakley once, and I only got her back by the skin of my teeth. I’m not letting my girl go again, come hell or high water.

“You trust the kid?”

I whirl to see Maggie leaning against the porch railing, her arms crossed over her chest and a pout on her perfectly glossed lips.

“What?”

“Blondie,” she says, nodding her chin toward the driveway with a sneer. “I don’t like him.”

I laugh when I realize she was referring to someone five years older than her when she saidkid. My gaze travels down the driveway, the vision of Shane waving at me with a wide smile on his face still seared into my mind.

“Yeah,” I say with a sigh. “He’s a dick.”

Maggie rakes her eyes over me, looking like she’s waiting for something else. She sighs when I don’t elaborate and turns back toward the house.

“I think he’s up to something,” she tosses over her shoulder. “I have my ways. If you don’t find out what it is, I will. I’m not going to let anyone fuck with my sister, Walker.”

Well, that makes two of us.

Chapter Nineteen

OAKLEY

I wakeup to Jamie’s tongue between my thighs.

His hand lays loosely over my mouth, muffling my moans as I shift into his touch. He looks up when I gasp out his name, a wicked grin on his wet lips.

“Morning, princess,” he says, shifting to crawl up my body. “Sorry, I couldn’t wait for breakfast.”

I laugh, pulling him into a kiss and groaning at the taste of myself on his tongue. He ruts his hips down against mine, grinding his cock in a slick slide against my cunt.

“You’re awful,” I tease. “Don’t make me wait, Jamie.”

He chuckles against my lips, but he doesn’t drag out my desperation. My breath hitches as soon as I feel the head of his cock start to slip inside, and I roll my hips up against his, groaning quietly at the feeling of him filling me. He always stretches me out so fucking perfect, and I shake beneath him as he slides the last inch in.

I find his lips in an effort to stop myself from begging for more. He’s still healing up, and I don’t want to push him, but I’ve been craving his touch the entire time I was in New York.

Sue me, I’m greedy for it now.

I arch against him, slowly starting my own rhythm beneath him as he drives in and out of my body. His good hand is on my breast, toying with my nipple in a way that’s making my mind go blank, and it only takes a few long, deep strokes to make me see stars. Pleasure washes over me, so perfect it almost hurts, and I cling to Jamie as I chase the wave of it. My nails dig into his back as I fall from the edge, my orgasm slamming into my me so hard it leaves me trembling.

He follows me over almost immediately, whispering my name against my lips as he pumps me full.

We lay together as we come down, clinging to each other and basking in the afterglow. I hum happily as I listen to the steady beat of his heart. Mine is almost perfectly in sync with his.

He pulls out when we both stop shaking, slumping down on top of me again with no grace.

“I need to go home,” I say with a laugh, pushing at his good shoulder. “I have to talk to my parents about school, and I promised Phoebe we’d get lunch.”

Jamie groans theatrically, but lets me hop out of bed so I can get dressed. I had the foresight to bring a change of clothes over last night, so I don’t have to go back home in dirty clothes.

“Want me to drive you?” Jamie offers.

I glance out the window at the blanket of snow on the ground with a laugh.

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