Page 71 of Forever in the Country

“Isn’t she still mad at you?” Case asks, his head tilted to the side.

I rub the back of my neck. “Yeah. She’s my next stop.”

“We’re happy for you man, just…” Otto starts. “I know you know and I know you will, just make sure she knows she’s the best.”

Hank’s words from my fight with Rhea echo in my head.

She’s the best of all of us.

My gaze locks with Hank’s, and he holds it for a long moment before nodding because he obviously remembers too.

Swallowing hard, I look each of them in the eyes before saying, “I will because she’s everything.”

30

RHEA

“Oh my God!” the girl on the other side of the counter says to her friend. “It’s that guy!”

I’m only half listening as Ella and I hustle to fill orders of the post-lunch rush. I don’t see him at first but I can feel him—his presence is almost suffocating.

The other girl squeals, points at her phone, and then looks at Sorren. He doesn’t notice because his gaze is locked on me.

“You’re, like, totally the guy!” girl one says as she grips Sorren’s forearm. “You’re, like, famous! Oh em gee, can I, like, take a selfie with you?”

Slowly, and with scowl firmly in place, Sorren removes her hand from his arm and takes a step away. Jealousy boils inside me and I can’t take it a second longer.

“Office. Now.” The words are practically a growl, but he’s out of his damn mind if he thinks that I’m going to sit back and watch some other woman paw all over him in my damn bakery.

“Excuse me,” he says but I don’t turn to look. The girls are bitching about the brush-off, but I couldn’t care less as I do my best not to slam my office door open.

“Rhea—” I close the door behind him and then push him back with enough force to make my point. He grunts, and my hand grips him through his jeans and his eyes flash with desire.

“Do not think for one second I’m okay with someone else touching you. You might have run but I’m not.” I squeeze harder and he grunts as I drop to my knees, ripping open his belt and yanking his pants down.

“You know you’re the only one I want touching me.” He growls as he moves to grip my wrist. “But we’re not doing this here.”

“I’m not doing it for you,” I murmur, pulling out of his grasp. Wrapping my fingers around his length, I stroke him twice, the challenge in my words as I say, “I’m doing this forme.”

His gaze scorches me as I wrap my lips around him and then suck him all the way to the back of my throat. Sorren’s head thunks against the door as he releases a pained exhale through his nose.

His normal, carefully placed mask is nowhere in sight, but I want him unhinged—desperate. I want him out of his mind for me, to crave the intensity of it. His hands are fisted at his sides, but I so desperately want them tangled in my hair.

Next time.

“Sunshine.” It’s a warning I appreciate and ignore. I can feel the way his body is barreling toward release, and he’d be a damn fool to think I’ll be doing anything but swallowing every drop I can pull from him.

He’s glorious—bigger than I’ve imagined—and I suck and lick and stroke him until he’s coming down my throat on a restrained groan.

Pulling my lips from him, I stand without breaking eye contact and tuck him back into his pants.

He’s livid.

Turned on.

And I am here for it.

Strong hands circle my waist, sliding down my back, and then he’s gripping my ass and lifting me off the ground and into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist on their own because it’s so fucking hot seeing him like this and I just can’t help it.

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