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“So then what happens?”

“I take out the trash one Loudry and a time,” Warren says as if it's no big thing. “Or all at once, however it falls is good with me.”

The corner of his mouth tips upward and he takes another sip of his beer. Relief washes over me, finally that asshole is gonna get what’s coming to him. And maybe now Kyra and her gran will be able to rest easy knowing he’s finished.

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Kyra answers the door with a mixing bowl in her hand. Stepping back I see the smudge of flour on her forehead and the way her hair is sticking out in every direction.

“Rough day?”

“Six pies,” she says, spinning on her heels and walking toward the kitchen. I follow behind, making sure to close the door for her. “Three dozen chocolate chip cookies and a two-layer cake. I have no idea what the woman was thinking.”

“Gran?”

“Satan,” she whispers without taking her eyes off the mess before her. “The bakery is a wreck. Contractors working away and trying to get it all back up and running so what does she do? She offers to make the sweets for Carrie Lynn’s fortieth birthday party.”

I think it’s cute how Kyra rambles when she gets frustrated. I lean over on the countertop with my elbows resting on the cool surface and watch with a smile.

“And when I say she, I should say me. She’s at Sugarland supervising or so she says. I think she is just there so she can sit back and admire your uncle's crew. I had to hear last night all about how your cousin Rhett’s ass looks amazing in his jeans, and Landon’s arms are as big as her thighs. The way all those muscles flex, and blah blah.” I arch a brow, yet she doesn’t even pause. “That woman is a menace I swear. She is not a sixty-three-year-old woman, no she is a sixteen-year-old boy. So many raging hormones and dirty thoughts rolling around in that crazy brain of hers. There are no boundaries, she is horny twenty-four seven and I’m the one that is forced to hear all about her needs and desires.” Kyra shivers. “I love her, but those are things I do not need to know. No one needs to know.”

I move around the counter and step up behind her, placing one hand on either side of her, pinning her in.

“She offered, and now I’m the one sitting here feeling like I’m losing my damn mind, with a deadline that is impossible to meet with only one small oven.”

“Can I help?” I didn’t mean baking because I can’t bake for shit. But if she asked I’d give it the best effort I know how. Leaning in closer I kiss the side of her neck and I’m not even sure she realizes she is doing it, but she tilts, opening up more for me.

“That’s nice,” she whispers, and I feel a small shiver roll through her body as she continues to stir whatever she has in the bowl. “It’s very nice.”

“Nice,” I repeat, dragging my tongue over the space just beneath her ear. “Just nice?”

“Oh...” it's more of a moan, “...umm, its uh,” her voice fades off when I suck on her earlobe.

“I think you need to relieve just a bit of the stress you’re feeling,” she doesn’t say a word, only nods her head and leans back into me. Her hands place the bowl down and come to rest on the counter, as she grips the edge. Almost like she is doing everything she can to hold herself up right.

“I may know a way to help with that.”

“You do,” I smile into the side of her neck when I pick up on the eagerness in her tone. “You definitely do.”

“Turn around,” she does, her eyes meeting mine as she bites her lip.

Cupping the side of her face and moving closer and lightly kissing her lips, I watch as her eyes flutter shut.

When I know I’ve got her weak in the knees, I grip her waist and lift her up, placing her on the countertop. Wasting no time, I lower my body to the floor and push my hands up her thigh, my fingers toying with the edge of her shorts.

Her breathing increases, her chest rising rapidly as she doesn’t for one second take her eyes off mine. Hooking one finger over her shorts and panties I pull them to the side and try not to growl when I find she is wet and ready.

Inching my way closer, I drag the tip of my tongue through her wetness and nip at her clit making her moan loudly and throw her head back. She wiggles forward, as if chasing my mouth when I lean back and look up.

It is then that I see the flash of headlights through the front window.

“You have got to be kidding me!” I chuckle at the anger in Kyra’s response. My girl is a ball of frustration and the little tease I just gave her only managed to intensify the smoldering flame brewing inside of her.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

Kyra

I swearthat in my past life I must have been the devil’s right-hand man. I had to have caused some damage, tortured the innocent and stole candy from toddlers, because nothing seems to be going in the right direction.

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