Page 26 of Come Back to Me

Not that I’m going to tell her that.

“WillI meet your brother next Saturday?”

“When he learns it’s Nonna who’s making the red sauce, yup. No one in the family can resist that. Mom gave up on replicating her recipe years ago.”

“Can tomato sauce really be that special?”

She snickers. “Word to the wise: don’t ask that question when you’re within hearing distance of my family.”

“I appreciate the intel.”

Too soon, the ranch gates appear in the distance.

A part of me knows it’s for the best, but another part of me could carry on driving, head for Saskatoon.

My hands tighten around the steering wheel, leaving her to her one-person orchestra.

Only when I pull up outside the house does she ask, “You have room for supper after Nonna stuffed you with tiramisu?”

“I’ll make room,” I say with a smile.

“She doesn’t give just anyone her tiramisu, you know?”

“It was an honor?”

“Yup. It’s my dad’s favorite and she only makes it for him.”

“He won’t be happy with me for having to share it.”

“He’ll survive.” She purses her lips. “Honestly... thank you for this afternoon. You were kind.”

No, I was curious.

I don’t tell her that. Can’t. Instead, I nod. “See you at the dinner table.”

I leave her by the truck, knowing it’s for the best to go to my quarters to shower and change for supper.

Everything about Tee is catnip, and I already fucked things up with her before I had a chance to say ‘hello.’

It’s with a heavy heart that I step into the shower.

But as the water pummels me, my thoughts drift.

Her pout.

Her smile.

The sight of her ass when she bent down to slot the dessert tray into the refrigerator.

And though it makes me a piece of shit, I slide my hand down and deal with the erection being in her presence gives me.

A few strokes of my cock has me staggering forward and propping myself up with my free hand.

As I focus on the tip, smoothing my palm over it, I let the water fall onto my face.

It would have been so easy to run my hand over those luscious curves when I helped her out of the truck. Even easier toask her to waggle her ass in my face—she’d love that. There’s no way she wouldn’t get a kick out of me watching her…

I hiss as reality intrudes, thoughts of her not wanting me or Butch anywhere near her, and I force myself to imagine those pouty lips of hers whispering, “I want you, Cody. I want you to make me come. I know you’re the only man who’ll ever get me off.”

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