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I’m going to play her bluff. I pluck the phone from her limp grip. “Calling your boyfriend. What’s his number?”

“Ah, well, I don’t know if he’s home right now. He travels a lot for sales.”

“I thought you said he was an MMA fighter.”

“Oh, right, well—” She brushes a nervous hand across her forehead. “He’s selling his services. His fighting services.”

“What’s his name? I watch some MMA. I might have seen him.”

“I highly doubt that!” She says in a high-pitched, anxious tone. The pulse point in her neck flutters wildly. I’d like to press my lips at that very spot and feel her heart beat against my mouth. Soon. That’ll happen very soon.

“Maybe we could search him up on the internet and watch some of his moves so I know what I’m getting into.”

“He’s busy,” she repeats testily.

“Then while your phone is charging, we’ll go and feed the dogs.” I straighten, pulling her upright. Her breasts brush my chest and my dick instantly stands to attention. I can tell by her small gasp and widening eyes that my hard-on does not go unnoticed.

“That’s right, baby,” I tell her. “It doesn’t matter who you have in your little favorites list, the only man in your life from this day on is going to be me.”

I leave her there, bracing herself against the sofa and march over to the utility drawer in the kitchen. Inside there’s a spare adapter. I attach her phone cord and plug it in.

“I thought you said you didn’t have a plugin.”

“Guess I was wrong.” From the hall closet, I find a pair of rubber boots, soft socks and a big down coat that’ll cover her from neck to ankle. I add a couple foot warmers for good measure. “Come over here and get geared up. The dogs are hungry.”

It takes her a few seconds to compose herself. I’m not sure what she’s grappling with—her desire or mine. Either way, we’ll have to do something about it tonight or neither of us are going to get any sleep.

“What kind of dogs do you have?” She asks as she approaches.

“Sled dogs. I’ve got a couple malamutes and a husky. They’re a little rambunctious but friendly. You scared of them?”

She shakes her head. “No. I love dogs.”

“Good. Put your feet into here.” I hold the socks up for her. Her hand comes down to rest lightly on my shoulder while she shoves her dainty foot inside, the pale toes disappearing into the wool. I’ll be sucking on those later. I pull the long wool up over her muscular calves and underneath the hem of the gym shorts. Her breath hitches when my fingers brush against the tender skin behind her knee and then stops altogether when my hands stop around her lower thigh. Her legs tremble under my touch and the hand on my shoulder becomes heavier as she forgets that she doesn’t want me close. I could nudge up the shorts with my nose. I could sweep my hands higher under these baggy shorts. The heat coming from the core of her body is tempting me. It’s as if there’s no barrier between her sex and my hand and if I’d just move up slightly, I’d be able to feel the wet fire of her cunt. My hands move slowly, waiting for a sign to stop, but there’s nothing but silence.

“I’m about two seconds away from petting your pussy so if you don’t want that to happen, you better tell me now.”

A hand slaps on top of mine. “Stop.” It’s softly spoken but a no’s a no in my world.

My hands fall to the ground and I lean my head against her thigh, waiting for some blood to return to my brain. I shouldn’t have ever said a word. If I’d kept my big mouth shut, I’d be knuckle deep in her cunt at this very moment, feeling her wet walls squeeze my fingers as I fucked her with my hand. Then I’d turn her over the sofa, get my cock out, and bury myself inside of her. Fuck me and fuck my principles.

six

HAYDEN

I gaspas we step outside into the cold. I’m thankful for it. It chills my heated body while quickly distracting me from what I’m feeling toward King. It took everything in me to tell him to stop. I had to force the words past my lips. I’d regretted saying them instantly and wished I could have taken them back. This attraction I have for him is something that I can’t understand. I’ve never felt this toward a man before. I mean, I’ve found men handsome but they’ve never made me ache for them. I don’t want to instigate it but still I keep poking at him to get a rise. I love how his jaw clenches and the heat flashes in his eyes when I do it. He’d gotten so jealous over the whole boyfriend story that I made up. I know it was a little immature but I don’t appreciate him trying to boss me so I needed to needle him a bit. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit how much I enjoyed his reaction.

Over the years I’ve worked around a lot of men and none of them ever tried to hit on me. To them, I was always one of the guys. If Danny were here she’d call bullshit on that one but she couldn’t argue with the fact that no one has ever asked me out or declared that I was their woman. It’s probably because they know better. It would get them a quick punch to their nuts but I don’t find myself wanting to punch King. Especially not in his nuts. Those seem important to me now. Everything about him does. That’s what has me on edge with him. He evokes feelings in me that I have no right having. I’m here for Danny and I need to keep reminding myself of that.

It gets cold in the winter where I’m from but this is a whole other level. The wind isn't helping much by picking up some of the snow and blowing it around. I take a step into the mound of it, wondering how deep it has gotten now. The cold might be worth it seeing how beautiful it is here. I misjudged the depth of the snow and realize a little too late how deep it really is. I start to fall but a giant arm wraps around me, keeping me from face planting into the snow.

“Careful, Slick.” He pulls me into his warm body while wrapping his arms around me. “We’re going to have to get you better winter gear. As much as I enjoy seeing you in my clothes, I want you warm and safe more.”

“I’m not staying. Don't waste your time or effort getting me any gear.” I tilt my chin up in defiance. “I’m here for my sister,” I remind him and myself. I’m not sure who needs the reminder more at this point.

“Whatever you say, Slick.”

I narrow my eyes on him. “Why are you calling me that?”


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