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“If you need help getting off, I’m more than willing to assist.”

“But I can’t assist you?”

Shaking his head, he smirks at her pout. “Nope.”

“That doesn’t seem fair.”

“Tell me about it, but these are the rules. Can you follow rules? Because that’s what this relationship will be, Jamie. Rules that need to be followed, and breaking them isn’t an option.”

Her lips touch his softly before she nods. “I’ve always been pretty good about following rules. Never been much of a rebel.”

“Fuck,” he moans.

He tangles his fingers in her hair as he once again explores her mouth with his tongue, his cock pressing painfully against his fly.

This is going to be one long fucking week.

Chapter Thirteen

Griffin’s Beach

Gavin

Was it stupid to get an apartment when money isn’t coming in from the club yet, and he’s too busy to have a real job to tide him over until he’s patched in? Probably. But does Gavin care? Not really.

Gracie waddling around his parents’ house as she continues to grow outward is one thing. He gets it even if she’s not yet seventeen. But the constant talks with their mom about various pregnancy symptoms whether some things are normal or not have become too much.

There is nowhere near enough discretion when it comes to talking about bodily fluids when it comes to his sister. There are some things a brother just does not need to know. It’s badenough when she’d talk about being on her period, but this is a completely different level.

His parents hounding him to find out who the father is hasn’t made things any easier. For some reason, Gracie refuses to give up a name, and Gavin wishes she’d just spill already. Since Hailey left, Gavin could really use the physical release of pent-up emotions in the form of beating this asshole half to death. Maybe all the way to death.

A knock at his apartment door makes him groan and contemplate pretending not to be home. “I swear, if this is one of the guys wanting me to do some bullshit task, I am not in the mood,” he mumbles.

He walks from the bedroom as the knocking begins again. “I’m coming, I’m coming. Keep your pants on!”

The living room has no furniture except for two folding chairs, and he hopes whoever stopped by isn’t here for a beer and a chat.

Opening the door, everything he had in his mind to say to the person on the other side disappears as he gapes. “Hailey?”

“Surprise.”

“What are you doing home?”

“We have a four-day break, so I decided to come and visit. Lucas mentioned you got an apartment, so I thought I’d stop by and give you this.”

Hailey holds a plant in her outstretched hands, and he takes it, unsure how to interpret this exchange. ”Uh, thanks.”

“Are you gonna invite me inside?”

No, you dumped my ass, remember?

“Uh, yeah, come in,” he says instead.

“You have a bed at least, right? You’re not crashing in the corner or something?”

“Yeah, I have a bed,” he says and can’t stop himself from laughing. “I’m not crazy enough to sleep on the floor of the place I live in.”

Looking around, she shrugs. “I’d only recommend sleeping on the floor of places you don’t pay to live in.”

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