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He grabbed my wrist and tugged it down. “I resent that.”

On the screen, Annie sighed. Pouted. “You’re making it really hard to hate you.”

“So don’t.” I shrugged. “Sometimes, it’s just that easy.”

Davis tapped my shoulder, and I looked at him on the screen. “I feel like I’ve been the one saying that.”

I grinned at Davis. “Maybe I’m finally learning.”

Chapter 29

Davis

Was it possible for her to become any more beautiful or incredible? I doubted it. As soon as Maggie appeared and I realized she’d heard all, or most, of the horrible things Annie was saying, I figured that was it…

That was how we ended.

Being with me was too hard, the risk too high. Look at what already happened? One night with me and I’d hijacked her future. I’d convinced her to move to a whole new home, and now I’d put her sister in danger. And her if her father actually intended to come here and take her back home.

Like hell that was happening. My blood boiled at the thought of it, but the last thing I expected Maggie to do was plop her ass down and put my older sister in her place.

She also managed to do it in the most spectacular way.

Annie was still talking, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Maggie. Didn’t want to. I reached out and gave my sister one quick glance. “Gotta go. Talk later.”

I slapped my hand down on the end call button and my computer screen went black.

Maggie’s jaw dropped in shock. “What’d you do that for? Now she’s really going to hate me!”

“Don’t care.”

I curled my hand around the back of her head and slammed her lips to mine, cutting off her argument or retort or scolding or whatever else was going to come out of her mouth. Nothing mattered more in this moment than showing my absolute appreciation to Maggie for only sticking up for herself, but for me—for us.

We would get through all of this together.

She gasped in surprise, and I took the opening, slipping my tongue into her mouth and tilting her head to take the kiss deeper. Fire lit deep inside me, making my heart pound and my dick harden. Every time I touched her, it was like this and kept getting better.

“Come here,” I growled against her mouth and pulled her toward me until she was straddling my hips.

“Oh.” Maggie hummed when she pressed against my dick, and goddamn, I wanted to be inside of her so bad. Wanted to live there, spend the rest of my life drawing those pleased sounds from her throat and feeling the heat of her around me. “Davis… your dad…”

“Don’t care. Make out with me for a bit. We’ll hear him come back.”

I could have moved her to the bedroom, but then I’d get too lost in her. My dad would probably return to the sounds of her screaming.

Not comfortable for anyone. Instead, I pressed my hands beneath her T-shirt, held her at her sides, and rocked her against me.

Every time I pulled her toward me, she whimpered into my mouth, and soon her hands weren’t settled on my shoulders, they were raking through my scalp as her moans grew higher as I pressed my dick against the seam of her denim shorts. She rocked against me, clung to and soon, her entire body quivered and shook. Her thighs clamped down on mine as her orgasm hit.

“Davis,” she whimpered, and I growled in response.

“Fuck. Yes, Maggie. So damn good. Take care of you.”

Another shiver racked her body, and she yanked her mouth off mine and buried her face in the crook of my neck as she came, moaning yes and more and oh god….

I couldn’t handle the sounds and was so close. With one hand at her lower back to hold her steady against mine, I used my free hand to work my shorts down. I held her to me as I lifted, shoved them and my boxer briefs down far enough so I could wrap my hand around my length.

“What are you… oh…”

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