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“Oh, Dallas, I’m so, so sorry.” Sincerity glows in her pretty blue eyes, and it makes me feel both uncomfortable and comforted because I don’t do well with pity. Except she doesn’t pity my brother or my family. She thinks we’re normal.

“Lookit, I didn’t mean to insult you and spill my guts. You just took me by surprise with the normal label.”

“Two parents who actually know of your existence and stick around to raise you—that’s my definition of normal.” Hurt shines in her gaze. “I had half a parent and Finley raising me. I helped raise Bond. My mother is a kind and loving person, but she has serious issues that she refuses to address with therapy. But I’m not her, and I refuse to be her.”

She adds with a soft smile, “But you can spill your guts to me anytime you want.”

Other than taking her in my arms or to bed, I can’t do anything to make Paige feel better. Maybe that’s not my job. Maybe it’s only times like this that she feels bad.

But I have to do something. I’m the clown of the family.

“I don’t know… fucking my brains out to help me improve my game seems like a good deed.”

She gives me a ‘you are out of your mind’ look.

“Too soon?”

“Too everything.” Looping her arms around my neck, she leans up to kiss me. “Too you, but I like it.”

“I thought it was a very romantic moment for us.”

“Fucking your brains out is romantic?”

“Sure it is. How about this—next time you want to ride me like the goddess you are, I’ll put on a wet shirt first and you can pretend I’m that pansy-assed Darcy who makes you have to change your panties.”

“He’s not a—you know who he is?”

I grin. “I asked around. Figured I could do you a solid some time, and we can watch every version of Pride and Prejudice that you want.”

She sighs thickly and smiles. “Now that’s romantic.”

“So romantic you’ll consider using next weekend’s time off to go to Miami with me?”

“Dallas, I told you—”

“Not for a game. For bye week. I have off and want to go someplace where I can get you in a bikini, since our first trip to the Keyes was cancelled,” I explain, even as irritation rises like acid in my throat.

“That does sound fun, but what if—”

“We’re going to a private house. No press, but I can’t help what anyone else puts on social media.”

“How many people are going to be there?”

“A few teammates. The place is huge. Some socialite who Aiden knows is letting us use it.”

“Aiden will be there?”

“Yes.”

She makes a face. “Goody.”

“I’ll beat him up if you want, but I’d planned on staying in our room, in your sweet pussy, for most of the time.”

“I like your plan a lot.” She licks my lower lip, and I nip at hers. “Also, don’t worry about beating him up. I’ll pretend he’s not there.”

Red clouds my vision. “Did he hurt you?”

“Nope. But he might be on my shit list soon for potentially hurting my best friend.”

“Okay, I’m confused. I thought this was about Finley, then you, and now you’re telling me Layton is involved?”

“Layton heard from the biggest gossip in our old town that Joe is cheating on her, so she’s asked Aiden to help her. He agreed.”

That doesn’t sound like something to merit a shit-list status. “And that’s bad because…?”

“If Joe is found to be cheating, then Aiden says he wants one night with Layton in payment.”

Layton is a grown woman who can make up her own mind, but since Paige is worried, that makes me worry as well. “Tell you what, bright eyes. He fucks with her, in any way, you tell me, and I’ll take care of it.”

“Thank you.” She kisses me again and it turns deeper, frantic, until her hands are in my hair and her fingernails are scratching at me. I shove my hand down the front of her jeggings, as she informed me they were called, easily pushing her panties to one side. She’s wet and spreads her thighs, willing and wanting my touch.

“Need to come, baby? I can help you out.” My fingers glide through her wet pussy as I find her clit.

“What about your family?”

“Guess you’ll have to be quick.”

“What about you?” she gasps as I hit a sweet spot.

“I’ll finger fuck you as fast and as hard as I can.” Then I make good on both fronts. And when she comes, I cover her mouth with my free hand while she moans my name around it.

Music to my ears.





CHAPTER 21




Paige


It’s after work hours at the library but I’m still at my desk, going over the details for events that will be taking place here in the next two months without Layton.

I hope to God a replacement for her is found before then because I can’t deal with another party planner who wants to know if we can temporarily remove two-hundred-year-old stained glass windows for more light, or if live animals can be incorporated as long as we have poop bags on hand.