Page 69 of Exes and Oh Hell No

Not when he’s the only man I’ve ever loved.

My best friend.

My strongest supporter.

He slips two fingers inside me, and a moan slips out.

My eyes widen as my head snaps in Connor’s direction.

I hear Ford’s chuckle as I release a relieved sigh.

“Relax. They’re still asleep.”

I turn my head back to his, locking my eyes with his intense baby blues.

I’m drowning in them.

Resistance is futile.

I should shove his hand away.

Push him off me.

But when he strokes me like this… I lose all sense of self-preservation.

As he curls his fingers, my hands fist the fabric of his shirt, pulling him to my mouth.

As I convulse around his fingers, drowning in his scent and kiss, a frightening reality engulfs me.

Ford owns me.

Mind, heart, body, and soul.

He always has.

And deep down, I think I’ve always wanted him to.

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Harper thinks she’s being slick, but I’m ten steps ahead of her.

That’s why, after carrying her to bed and locking her in my room, I silently make my way up to the attic, searching for something my grandfather left behind.

The air is thick with dust, the wooden beams creaking beneath my weight as I step toward the old trunk.

Using my phone’s flashlight, I squat down and pry it open, the scent of time and memories rolling out.

And then I see it.

A slow smile spreads across my lips as the white hockey mask stares back at me.

Back in the day, my grandfather wore this for protection when we’d skate on the frozen lake, smacking pucks until the sun went down.

But now, it’s about to serve a different purpose.

A much more sinister one.

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