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Tori turned on some music, and we passed another joint around. Someone brought out a bucket of beers, thank God. I was getting a good old buzz. “Does anybody want more crackers?” Tori asked. She settled in on Ryan’s lap. “I’m too high to get them!”

“I’ll go.” Maran smiled and hopped up.

“They’re in the pantry. Thanks, honey!”

I stood as soon as Maran went inside. “I’ll grab some more beers,” I said, even though there were plenty.

Alex rolled her eyes as I passed by.

We both knew exactly what I was going to grab.

Chapter Seven

JACK

Ignoring Maran when she’d shown up had been a dick move, but then again, it’d worked. She was on edge. She didn’t look at me as I entered the kitchen behind her. Her nose was in the air, and I could tell she had an attitude.

I intended to take care of that.

“Hey.”

She glanced over her shoulder, pretending she didn’t know I was there. “Hey yourself.” Her voice was cold, dismissive.

“You need some help?”

“Getting crackers?” She arched an eyebrow. “I think I can handle it.”

“I think Tori said they’re in the pantry.” I took a step closer, and damn, didn’t I already feel the heat rolling off her. “Which is just through there.” I nodded toward the door next to the stairs.

“I know.” She sniffed and sauntered away. Maran’s ass was perfect, round, and firm. It swung when she walked.

My dick twitched. “You need some help in there?”

“No.” Her voice was haughty.

“Let’s just see about that.” I followed her into the narrow space and closed the door behind us.

“What’re you doing?” Her voice had an angry edge, but her pupils were already huge.

“Nothing.” It was easy to be right next to her in the small space. “Just seeing if you missed me.”

“How could I miss you? The island is tiny. I can’t seem to get away from you.”

“Aw, it’s not like you’d want to, Blondie.” I advanced, and she leaned back against the shelves. I put my arms on either side of her so there was nowhere to run.

“You can’t say hi to me, but you think you can follow me in here and act like this?” Maran scowled at me, her full lips pouting.

Fuck, she was gorgeous. “I guess I just can’t help myself.” I leaned closer, brushing her with my erection.

She moaned.

“See?” I asked. “I thought you might miss me.” I pressed my cock against her, right between her legs, and she threw her head back.

“I didn’t miss you. How could I miss you?” Her voice was husky. “You’re everywhere.”

“I’d like to be if you’re up for it. Real quick, huh?” I leaned forward and kissed her, tasting her, testing her willingness to take me like this—right here, right now.

Her tongue lashed against mine, and she rubbed herself against my cock. She was willing, all right. Yes, girl. There was something about Maran, the taste of her, the smell of her hair, the way her body fit against mine… I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I couldn’t get her out of my head.