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“Adam,” he mutters, his eyes closing.
“You’ll look at me while I’m fucking you.”
Those orbs open and pin to mine as I pick up the tempo. I can feel my own climax building, running down my spine to my cock.
“Shit, I need to come,” he says. “Come with me, babe. Fucking come with me.”
That’s all it takes. I pull him against me, tight and hard, and we come apart together, a tangle of limbs, of moans, and ragged breaths.
And when we’ve started to recover, I press my lips to his forehead.
Yeah, I’m ready to explore what we’ve started with Alex. I miss having her here with us already.
But fuck, if I don’t love this man.
“You’re everything,” I whisper to him before kissing him tenderly. “Never forget that.”
Chapter Ten
ALEX
“See you next week,” I say to Mindy, the editor-in-chief, and make my way to my car. The newspaper offices are on the edge of town, and it’s too far for me to walk in this heat.
It’s fucking hot today. Summers may be short in Montana, but they don’t fuck around and find out. The sun does her business with a vengeance.
Which means that my apartment will be sweltering by noon, even though I opened the windows and blew in the not-so-cool air this morning. You just can’t trick this kind of heat with old-fashioned tactics.
And my landlord is a cheap ass who won’t even spring for a window AC unit, nor will he let me install one because he doesn’t want to“change the integrity of the building.”
Whatever the hell that means.
Mostly, I think he likes being an asshole.
Sitting in my car, I start the engine andflip the AC on full blast, checking my phone while I wait for the air to cool down.
First, I do a quick search for the guys to see if they have social media pages.
Spoiler alert: they do. Although neither is terribly active on their accounts. But there is a photo from about a month ago of the guys standing in front of the boat, holding hands and grinning at the camera.
God, they’re sexy.And they look so good together. I love that they’ve never made me feel like a third wheel. Sure, I’ve only known them for a couple of days, but they didn’t make me feel like I was intruding on their relationship. They even asked me to stay.
And yeah, that made me run. Because being independent is important to me, and I don’t want to get excited, fall in love with them, and have them break my heart when they get tired of me. They’re clearly soulmates, so where in the hell would I fit into that?
I wouldn’t.
So it’s best to keep my distance and remember to guard my heart. However, looking through their photos, I can’t help but miss them, remembering how good it felt to be around them. To be held by both of them.
The Alex sandwich thing reallyisthe best.
After I’ve scrolled through my social media for a good ten minutes, I realize that the air in the vents is still warm.
“Shit.” I rest my forehead on the steering wheel and then remember that I could take it to Brooks Blackwell’s garage and see Gabe at the same time.
The garage is close to downtown, so I can walk toBitterroot Valley Coffee Co. and get some caffeine, browse through Billie’s bookstore, and even set up a workspace there, allowing me to work in a cool spot rather than my hot apartment.
With that decided, I roll down all the windows and drive into town and over to the garage and pull into a spot out front before walking inside.
Brooks glances my way and gives me a half grin as he walks over to me. A half grin is a full-on smile for the grumpy mechanic.
