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I amsuchan idiot.

“Have fun,” I tell him, with a forced smile.

Contrary to his flippant attitude, his hard cock threatens to break through his jeans. He wasn’t unaffected by my touch. It’s impossible to hide, and I can still imagine the shape of him in my mouth while he desperately grips the sheets and tells me how good I’m making him feel.

Iknowhe wants more.

“Oh, I most definitely will. Thanks for the massage.” He kisses the top of my head. “See you at Halloween. Wear something sexy for me, okay?”

And then he’s gone, disappearing upstairs without another word.

Chapter 13

Cade

Whenthefirsthintof sunlight streams into my eyes, I’m still shaking my head at the frustration of my situation with Victory.

It’s another Monday morning, and she’s back in New York City, while I’m left in Montana with a throbbing cock and aching heart.

It wasn’t easy to feign indifference to her touch, especially when her eyes were begging me to fuck her. But even though I clearly can’t resist being near her, I also can’t let it go too far.

Fuck.

There’sgotto be enough time to jerk off before work.

I tilt my head to bring the clock into view, learning there are only thirty minutes before I need to be in the truck. When someone knocks, I hold back a miserable groan.

“Yeah?” I croak.

“We need to talk,” Hannah says through the door. My little sister is definitely not who I want to be around right now. “I… I need you to stay home from work this morning.”

What? It’s too early to make sense of anything other than Victory and sex because wanting her is as instinctual as breathing.

“I’m going to have a shower, and I’ll be down in ten minutes. We’ll talk about it then, okay?”

“Okay.” Hannah’s voice is tear-stained and propels me to the ensuite bathroom to have the quickest shower on record. Relief will have to wait.

Damn you, Victory.

I get dressed in jeans and a plaid button-down, pulling my New York Yankees cap on. When a picture message from Victory pops up while I’m scrolling through my appointments for the day, I fumble frantically in my desperation to open it and nearly drop the phone.

It’s a close-up of her biting her sexy bottom lip that’s painted fire engine red because she knows it kills me.

Victory:Hope today isn’t too hard. See you in October.

She knows me far too well, and we’ve been doing this for far too long. We stay just attached enough that neither of us can ever fully move on.

Her message has me chuckling while heading downstairs to meet my emotional sister, wondering what it’s about this time.

Hannah compares herself to wacky parenting articles and struggles to deal with the small-minded ranchers’ wives who think they’re better than her just because she’s a young, single mom.

She shouldn’t let judgmental people get to her because no one does more for their kid than she does. Aidan is Hannah’s world, and she sacrifices so much for his happiness.

But my role is to listen to Hannah explain crazy parenting tactics at least three times a week that will, according to the sanctomommies, make her a better mom and Aidan a better toddler.

“What’s going on, kid?”

I take a seat at the breakfast bar in front of the steaming mug she has waiting for me. The aroma of freshly roasted coffee beans is almost enough to put me in a good mood, even without the orgasm I’m aching for.

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