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But then again, luck is what you make of it. And from now on, I plan on making myself available for the horny masses.

CHAPTER

FIVE

SKYE

I have hadzero hits on the hook-up profile I set up two days ago. I’m not as hot and irresistible as Maverick seems to think I am. Like right now, he won’t even make eye contact with me. He’s back to ignoring me, pretending I don’t exist.

Huffing, I set my phone down and pick up my book, trying not to stare at Maverick as he works on an old motorcycle with Forest as I sit on the porch.

“Your book is upside down,” my brother shouts over at me, and I frown at him in response.

Asshole. He knows Maverick and I were together that night at the bar. He came home drunk off his ass and smelled it on me. I knew I should have showered right after because my brother made his disapproval very clear. He told me we’re not to do it again. Then he, once again, laid out my future plans and how none of them would come true if I got attached to someone here.

It doesn’t help that Maverick told him about Red and his interest in me. I got a long lecture about that as well.

I’m being suffocated by their so-called protection, by them thinking they know what’s best for me. I’m not a child anymore.I’m ready to do my own thing. I don’t want to be an alpha’s bitch. But I have needs and a newfound libido. I want to get off when I want.

“This is how I like to study, Forest. Fuck off,” I snip back and pull my upside-down book up to my face, so I don’t have to see them. Especially Maverick, who looks delicious in that shirt with those cut-off sleeves that show off all his sweaty, tattooed muscles.

Why does he have to be so perfect? Why does the mere sight of him set me off?

I hear Forest hissing something to Maverick and I can’t help but peer over the top of my book at my brother’s best friend. Maverick’s cheeks are red and he’s aggressively doing something with the engine of the bike. Don’t know what, but he looks frustrated.

Good.

He should be.

I am.

I’ve just discovered how good sex can be and I have no one to do it with.

I peer down at my phone and scowl at my empty message box. I guess the profile photo of my face isn’t appealing enough. Maybe I should take some shirtless pics or one of my dick—it’s not too bad.

Oh, or my hole.

That’s quite nice as well.

Yeah, I can do that. Maybe I’ll have Rob help me because he has an eye for photography. Actually, no. Scratch that. I don’t want him making comments about my butthole, or my dick, or really anything about me. I’ll just attempt to take sexy pictures all on my own.

Yeah. That’s what I’ll do.

Sexy pictures coming right up.

Gods, send help. I do not look good naked. I swear these online porn stars make it look easy. My nude pics make me look anything but hot and spicy. Honestly, I look like a poached chicken.

I could flap my pale arms and squawk and no one would know the difference.

Probably doesn’t help that I was holding the camera the entire time and the angles were terrible.

I really need to find something I can set my phone on.

Yes, that should do the trick. I throw my robe on and walk out into the hallway, determination set in my bones. No one is home. My dad is out with some buddies on a fishing trip while Forest is spending the weekend with his friends—Maverick being one of them.

I know because he told me.

“He won’t be around, Skye. So find someone else to fuck.”

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