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I shake my head because I know I’m about to fall apart, but he grips me tighter.

“I love you.” Zac scans over my face. “I’m in love with you,” he repeats, and I can tell he needs me to hear him and accept it.

Leaning forward I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him in, pressing my lips to his. I love him too, more than I ever wanted to, but right now, I just need to feel.

Backing me up to the shower wall, he holds me with one hand and braces the other on the wall. Deepening our kiss, he nips and tugs at my lip as he leans a little closer. His hardness presses into my stomach.

“Come to bed with me,” he whispers. “This isn’t the best idea, not with what I want to do to you.”

But just as I am about to say yes, I hear Grayson yelling out for both of us. Zac groans letting his head fall forward against the shower wall and I laugh. “Welcome to life with a toddler, there is never enough alone time.”

“The fort failed me,” he mumbles, using his hand to grip his erection and I bite my lip.

“Give me five minutes to set him up and I’ll meet you in bed.” Zac steps back looking over me. “Make that three.” He waggles his brows. “Fuck, baby,” he moans, turns and steps out grabbing a towel. Then he is gone and I lean back against the wall, taking a moment to calm my racing heart.

ChapterThirty-One

Zac

Shifting my hips forward I watch as her lips part. Presley’s back arches, and she pushes her tits up, giving me the perfect opportunity to add a little extra and throw her over the edge.

Sucking a nipple into my mouth I shift again and a moan falls from her lips.

I can feel her building, she is so fucking close, the way her pussy is gripping my cock is making it hard to hold back myself. This is becoming my new favorite way to start my day. Rolling over, finding her body pressed to mine, wearing one of my shirts, it’s perfect.

For two days I’ve been working on convincing her that the two of them belong right here with me. I refuse to give that idea up.

“Zac,” Presley whispers my name, her fingers combing through my hair and she holds me in place. “Yes.”

“You like that, baby?” I swivel my hips pushing inside of her deeper.

“Yes,” she whispers again. “Just like that.”

So I give my girl what she wants, allowing her to build and build.

“So close,” she tells me like I don’t already feel the death grip her body has on my cock. Pumping my hips, fucking her slowly, she ignites and I follow, both of us losing ourselves as I do my best not to scream out her name.

I spent years listening to the assholes at the shop fuck around with woman after woman, and then when they met their ladies, it all slowly changed. The conversations about sex slowly changed. It was no longer nailing some nameless girl, it was more about the closeness and the connection they felt.

I would roll my eyes, laugh, and call them pussies. One by one I watched my brothers fall. One by one they each fell head over ass, stumbling around doing everything they could to make their woman happy.

Now I got it.

Now I understood, more so than ever.

Presley’s happiness meant more to me than anything. It was different, everything had changed. The connection, that pull, I got it now.

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I sit in my truck, a clear view of the front of the cafe in my sight. I’ve been sitting here all night, watching through the front windows like some kind of creeper. She knew I was here, and though she tried to argue with me, in the end I won.

It wasn’t a chance I was willing to take. I don’t trust Grant.

Tonight is Grayson’s night with Papa Craig. That man amazes me. He treats me, Jace, and Oliver like his sons. He didn’t just gain Daxton when he and Bree got married, he took us all on. Luna and Presley too, Aurora has always been his daughter. But he treats each one of us like we are his kids and that meant the little ones, they are all his grand-babies.

It’s been a week since Grant’s visit to Presley’s place. She’s agreed to cut back on her hours, working twenty-five to thirty hours a week. I’m working on less, but I know it will take time. I’m a determined man though. She’d finally accepted my offer to help where I can. With her and Grayson safe at my place every night I feel better. She still has her apartment, but that too is something I am working on.

Between me and the guys, we’ve ensured that she is never walking out of the cafe alone. If I can’t be here, one of them are. One night I even had Jake, a friend of Oliver’s who also happens to be a cop, outside waiting for her. He escorted her back to my place, or at least that was the plan. She showed up at the shop, pissed, barging in on my appointment. Thankfully it was only Howey, who has been married for twenty years. He laughed, and then Presley scolded him, walking out leaving us both stunned. It was then she allowed Jake to follow her back to my place and ensure she was safely inside with the door locked.

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