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Even without the sex, Nate was really great. I wasn’t sure what we had in common, but I liked being around him.

“We’re friends,” I confirmed.

“Good.” Adrian seemed pleased with that, until something crossed his mind and made him frown. “Just don’t let him steal top place from me.”

I had to laugh. “As if that’s even possible.”

“Same goes for you, buddy.”

He slung his arm around my shoulder, squeezing me a hair too tight. That was Adrian. His affection always had to be a little awkward, or it would venture into the realm of too real.

The Wells brothers…they were lucky they were so lovable, or they might not have been worth the trouble.

Once Adrian left, I found Nate in his bedroom and crawled onto the bed beside him. He looked up from his laptop, raising an eyebrow. I bumped my shoulder into his.

“You kicked him out?”

“Oh yeah. Really rudely too. There was some scruff grabbing and—”

He leaned over and pressed his mouth to mine, taking me by surprise. Instantly, I melted into his lips, then opened for him when his tongue teased the seam of my mouth, allowing room to explore.

“You were mean?” he asked, his lips grazing mine.

“Very mean.” I crinkled my nose. “Like this. I’ve been told I’m intimidating.”

His mouth twitched. “Oh yeah. I see why he left.”

I scooted until I was almost on top of him. “Do you really want to talk about Adrian—”

He interrupted me again, but I didn’t mind. Not with the way he kissed me, dragging me onto his lap so he could position me how he wanted me.

His laptop was soon forgotten, and his fingers were buried in my hair. He was rough about it in a way I liked, yanking me against him, my breasts flattening to his chest.

He only pulled back to ask, “Is this okay?”

“Only if you’re going to make me come,” I panted.

His forehead rolled against mine, then I was on my back, his hips lodged between my thighs. “Yes, Samantha, I’m definitely going to make you come.”

I grabbed the sides of his hair, pulling his face back to mine. He let me have control for all of ten seconds before he cuffed my wrists together in one hand, holding them over my head, and rucked my shirt up to my chin with the other.

It was so hot I couldn’t see straight. But I didn’t need to see. His mouth on my breasts, my arms trapped in his hold, I gave myself over to everything this surprising man could bring.

Later…

We’d optimize later for sure.

Chapter Twenty-two

Nate

Roman: Shira and Mazzy are throwing us a birthday party next Sunday afternoon.

Adrian: You hate parties.

Ben: I don’t. I love ’em.

Roman: Doesn’t matter. Shira wants Ben and me to have a birthday party, so we’re having a birthday party.