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My first three books had come pouring out of me. I’d stayed up all hours of the night, my fingers flying over the keyboard, excited and lost in the story I was telling. This time, that was not happening. I’d blame it on the stuff with Arden before his disappearance last week and then his vanishing act, but that wasn’t it. Sure, I thought about him, wondered what he’d been doing that could cause him to flee like that, but it wasn’t as often as one would think. The majority of the time, I was working through ideas for my storyline or smiling down at my phone while texting with Ransom.

Since his visit here, he had been chattier than he’d ever been. He texted me daily now—or he had since our lunch together. The young girl with a crush wanted to think that this meant something. That he wanted to talk to me. That he liked me as more than his texting pen pal.

The adult who knew better was trying to talk reason into theyoung girl and keep her levelheaded. Ransom wasn’t into me that way. He wanted friendship, and since we had rocked the boat, or ripped off the blindfold, or whatever you wanted to call it by seeing each other in person once again, he’d felt more connected. Maybe? Heck, I didn’t know. I was naive with men. The first real relationship I’d had was with Arden, and it was a train wreck waiting to happen. I’d just not realized it.

My phone screen lit up again, and I sighed, cutting my eyes at it, expecting another call from my persistent mother. But Ransom’s name came across the screen, along with his text alert, and the jolt of dopamine in my system that just his name released in me was probably bad, but it couldn’t be helped.

When he texted me, I was that girl in a library with a crush all over again.

Ten

Ransom

The energy was high, the closer it got to the moment that Stolen would be seen in the starting gate of the Breeders’ Cup Classic. We’d already had a family win today. One was a Hughes horse, which was typical. But they didn’t have a horse in the Classic. None of the branches of the family did but us. They all knew Stolen had been nominated, and they’d all declined.

Stolen had been Crosby Cash’s horse. Bane, his older brother, had been working with the trainer and Stolen since Crosby’s death, and he’d won several races or come in the top three. But this was the Breeders’ Cup Classic, and Crosby had wanted him in this one.

Bane and his wife, Halo, along with their son, Hawkins; both his parents; my brother and Montana; and Linc and his wife, Branwen, along with their daughter, Stevie, were in Del Mar for the race. Everyone else had stayed behind, but the house thatseveral of us lived in, owned by Bane, was packed. I knew Than was a bundle of fucking nerves. I was thankful he wasn’t here so I could see it. He’d have me even more tensed up and anxious than I was.

The hand that ran down my arm caused me to jerk in response. I’d been so fixed on the television coverage in Del Mar that I didn’t hear anyone come up behind me. Glancing down, I realized it was Sonya—a brunette I’d fucked around with at Locke and Gathe’s house a few times. I thought she’d gone to school with Gathe and Than, but I wasn’t sure if that was her or not. I didn’t care either.

“You’re strung tight,” she purred, leaning into my arm.

Gathe had a blonde in his lap and his hand between her legs while he watched the coverage, and Forge had taken the redhead who was topless outside. With all the couples absent—including Oz and Winslet, who were watching the races at his parents’—things were back to the way they used to always be. We’d moved the wilder parties where tits and ass were involved to the Bowens’ house after Bane hooked up with Halo. Having one here again would be fun if it wasn’t for the ones missing. But they had gone and gotten cock-whipped, and the fuck parties were dwindling.

“Yeah, I am,” I agreed and went to unzip my jeans with one hand while grabbing her wrist with my other and pulling her around in front of me. “Knees,” I told her and pushed down on one of her shoulders as she did as directed.

The sofa I was standing behind blocked her from the view of the rest of the room, but it would be obvious to anyone who looked back what was happening. Not that I cared. It wasn’t like we hadn’t all gotten sucked off in front of the others before.

Her hand was cold when her fingers wrapped around it, but I didn’t react. She let out a practiced moan as she filled her mouth with my dick. Her tongue flicked over the ring through my pubicpiercing. She had liked that one when I fucked her before. But most females did. It would swing as I thrust and hit their clit, sending them into second and third orgasms.

Reaching for her hair, I grabbed a handful and fisted it. I always came harder when I controlled the mouth on me. Pulling and pushing her head back and forth to the rhythm that I wanted, I glanced down at her a few times to watch her eyes water as I went deep into her throat. The moaning might be fake, but the tears weren’t, and that made it hotter.

“That’s it,” I groaned.

The sight of painted red lips around my cock had always been a thing for me. I liked the way it looked, and I especially liked it when I smeared the lipstick around their mouth. It gave them a used-whore image.

She lifted her eyes to gaze up at me, and they were brown. Not gray. Fuck, that annoyed me. For many reasons. Closing my eyes, I shoved her down harder on it and pictured another set of lips. Fat pink ones with that gloss she liked to wear. Tears leaking from the corner of her eyes, that perfect face staring up at me as I took her mouth.

My ball sack tightened, and the tingle of warning that I was close hit me fast.

“Fuck, that’s good.” My voice was a hoarse whisper.

Noa’s wavy golden locks were gripped tightly in my hand. She moaned as I fucked that sweet mouth.

“AH!” My release shot down her throat as I held her there, looking like a goddamn angel with a mouth full of dick. I shuddered at the thought and faintly heard the gagging in the distance.

When I finally opened my eyes, I saw brown hair and let it go, stepping back immediately. Sonya smiled, then coughed while wiping the tears from the sides of her face.

“You trying to kill her with that monster dick of yours?” Gatheasked, amused.

I put myself back in my boxer briefs and pulled up my jeans. “Don’t be jealous.”

He chuckled. “I’m fine with the size of mine. Yours can scare a bitch off.” He kissed the neck of the one in his lap, whose tits were now bare and was riding his hand, breathing hard. “Isn’t that right, darlin’? You like taking my dick, don’t you?”

She nodded and moaned.

“You got her all worked up with that performance. She keeps this up, she’s gonna have to get on my dick and get me off,” he said gruffly.

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