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The facts are plain and simple. I cannot go getting attached to my ex-girlfriend’s brother.
As I cradle the cat in my arms and watch this man mountain, it all hits me with the force of a whip cracking across my chest. The reality is that I’m leaving here, without either of them. I’m on the precipice of establishing my life back at Rhodes Ranch … solo.
That has me pacing up and down the room, indulging Lily in scratches while she vibrates like a goddamn motor against my chest. “We can get up early tomorrow to keep working on the tree blocking the road. You’ll want to be getting back to town, I know. And I’m sorry you got stuck here, all because of me and my stupid, drunk decision to walk. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a disaster of a human—”
Flinn’s bulk magically appears in front of me as I turn around. He’s right there, holding out a bowl filled with steaming hot lasagna, and one of those big palms reaches for the cat, lifting her out of my grasp.
“For the love of god, boy. Let me feed you,” he mutters, pressing the meal into my empty hands.
“See? I didn’t even help,” I weakly protest. “This is how much of a screw-up I am, and here you are having to figure out simple things like food, because apparently I can’t even do that right.”
“Stop talking and eat.” He points in the direction of the seat at the kitchen table. All gruff and no nonsense.
As I follow behind his broad frame, Lily’s tiny head and ears poke up over his shoulder to watch me. Pure superiority fills her green eyes as she lets Flinn carry her around like a ginger princess. The only thing missing right now is a crown on her head.
Why does it feel even worse that she likes him, too?
Sitting down to eat, I sneak little glances at how he naturally puts out a bowl of biscuits for the cat, who isn’t my cat, but I’ve somehow ended up looking after as if she’s my cat. Then he finally sits down to join me.
The only sounds are the crunching noise of Lily gobbling biscuits, the pop of the fireplace, and my heartbeat as we both fill up on much-needed carbs. For someone the size of Flinn, I feel like he probably needs about triple the portion he’s got in front of him.
Just as I’m about to start scaling the walls, not knowing what to say, but feeling like I’m about to burst if I don’t say something … Flinn clears his throat.
“I don’t share. I don’t do noncommittal, and after what I’ve been through, I can’t deny that I’ll probably get jealous too easily.” His big hands come up to drag through his hair, ruffling it until it stands on end. There’s a muscle pulsing in the side of his jaw as the words grind out. “Just gotta lay my faults all out there.”
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’m needy. I hate the idea of not spending time together.” I blow out a breath, hardly daring to look at him.
Flinn gives me a long look, trapping me in a steadfast gaze. “I’m not interested in something halfway.”
My pulse feels like it’s about to sail through the roof. “Well then, considering that I’m a clingy mess … I’m definitely not a good idea for you, am I?”
His exhale is heavy, eyes hooded with something that undoubtedly mirrors my skyrocketing desire. “A terrible idea.”
“The worst.” My cock stirs, taking in the sight of him, and it happens without really registering the decision to go to him. I’m already on my feet, crossing to where he’s sitting. Flinn widens his knees and sinks back in his seat so that I can step between his strong legs. Sliding one hand into the back of his hair, I tug gently until his focus tilts up to meet mine. “How about you let me remind you just how bad of a decision I am? Don’t want to let you forget before you leave tomorrow.”
Flinn’s strong throat dips, and all it takes is a nod. All it takes is that tiny moment of relenting, of giving in for one more night.
One. More. Night.
Then I’ll have to deal with the fallout of saying goodbye.
CHAPTER 16
“Mmm. I thought you said you wanted to sleep in,” Brad mumbles against my ear. His rough touch splays possessively over my front, sliding down the front of my stomach, tracing the dusting of hair below my navel until he reaches my rock-hard cock.
A shudder runs through me as he swipes a thumb over the precum beading at the tip. Everything inside me lights up in anticipation of more.
We fooled around last night. Brad could hardly keep his mouth off me, and I was way too much of a boneless mess, nothing but gasping need by the time he finished edging me into oblivion. He didn’t even need to fuck me; all it took was his tongue rimming me to have my eyes rolling back in my head. It only took my cock being in his hot mouth to end up lost to the way he eagerly sucked me down and tortured me until I couldn’t see straight.
Only once I’d outright begged for his dick did he finally fuck my face and give me permission to stroke myself until I made a mess all over my stomach. The euphoric sensation of swallowing him down as he knelt over me holding the headboard, how he whispered how perfect I looked stuffed full of him, yeah, that had me unloading cum everywhere.
Brad’s attention and wicked playfulness is beyond anything I could ever have imagined. There’s so much more to sex than just having him inside me, although that’s definitely something I really, really need from him right now.
“You’re cute when you wake up all horny.” His teeth nip at my shoulder, firm grasp stroking me, coaxing my hips to chase after his touch. Behind me, the weight of his cock settles between my cheeks, his own hardness sliding back and forth as we rock together. The kind of lazy early-morning moment I really shouldn’t be enjoying as much as I am, our circumstances considered.
“Gonna do something about it?” I grit my teeth to stifle a moan when he squeezes and twists more forcefully. Just how he knows I like him to.
“Maybe I need to hear a little more of that begging … You were oh so very good at that last night, cowboy.” His mischievous grin curves against the back of my neck, and goosebumps scatter down my arms at the rough edge to his sexy morning voice. Brad is gorgeous at any given time of the day, but here, tangled in his sheets when his words are a little gravelly and coarse with sleep, is maybe my favorite. That and having him wrapped around me from behind.
