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Raising an eyebrow, Dodge gave me the sexiest smile. The pulling in my lower core told me he wanted to start off the day on a happy note. “I did drive all this way to fuck you. I haven’t fucked you anywhere downstairs yet.”

Oh yes. Now he was talking my language.Advertisement

I slipped my hand behind his neck and pulled his soft plump lips to mine and whispered against them, “The kitchen?”

Before I knew it, Dodge was swooping me up and carrying me back into the house. I laughed as I turned my head and looked back toward the ocean. I must have sensed him standing there. My laughter faded away as I saw Tristan watching Dodge carry me away.

Closing my eyes, I turned and gripped Dodge harder as he headed to the kitchen. Slowly sliding me down his body, Dodge pressed his lips to mine as he kissed me tenderly. My hands went to his hair as I grabbed a fist full of it and tugged. Dodge let out a low rumbled growl as his hand moved under my T-shirt and pushed my sports bra up. The moment he twisted my nipple, I moaned into his mouth. I needed this. I needed raw passion. For some reason, last night Dodge needed love making. I had wanted to be fucked senseless to drown out Tristan’s voice and the piercing look of his hazel eyes.

“Ryn, baby, you feel so good,” Dodge whispered against my lips. Squeezing my eyes shut, I did what I always did with Dodge—I blocked everything out. I stopped thinking, feeling, and just let myself go.

“Dodge, take me now. Please,” I begged.

Dodge dropped to the floor and quickly took off my running shoes and socks. His strong hands slowly moved up my legs as he began pulling my jogging shorts and thong off all at once. I watched him as I slowly smiled. Lifting my legs out of my clothes, my body shook with anticipation of Dodge burying his dick deep inside me. Pushing my legs apart, he slipped two fingers inside me as I dropped my head back.

“Fuck, you’re wet, baby,” Dodge hissed through his teeth. Standing up, he unzipped his pants and pushed them down. His dick sprung free and I licked my lips as I prepared for what he was going to give me. Rolling a condom on, Dodge lifted me up and pushed me against the island.

Dodge’s eyes lit up as he looked into mine. “Ryn,” he whispered as he pushed into me. Gripping a hold of his shoulders, I held on as Dodge pushed in hard and pulled out painfully slow.

Yes. Yes this is exactly what I needed.

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I’D NEVER WANTED TO KILL someone like I wanted to kill the bastard carrying Ryn into the house. I knew what they were up to the moment I saw her start laughing when he picked her up. Quickly jogging toward the house Ryn was renting, I looked around before walking around to the right side. I had no idea where in the house they would be, so I made my way to what looked like the kitchen window.

Fuck! I needed a boost up. I quickly looked around and saw a stepladder up against the side of the house. Grabbing it, I brought it back to the window, opened it up and climbed up the three steps. I slowly peeked through the window and about fell off the fucking ladder with what I saw.

“Motherfucker,” I whispered. Gripping onto the windowsill, I attempted to pull my eyes away. Dodge had Ryn up against the island, fucking the shit out of her. Closing my eyes, I started to step down.

“May I help you with something?”

The unknown female voice scared the hell out of me and I missed the last step. Stumbling, I fell back and landed on my ass in the sand.

“Oh my goodness, are you okay?” she asked.

Looking up, a beautiful blonde stood over me, holding her hand out to help me up. I noticed her blue eyes immediately. Jumping up, I shook my head. “Um . . . I’m fine. I ah . . . I was trying to see if my friend was home.”

There was an older gentleman, who was dressed in a jumpsuit that must have been covered in at least fifty different colors of paint, who stood behind the blonde and narrowed his eyes at me. “You didn’t think of using the doorbell?”

My mouth dropped open slightly.

“The truth, son, before I call the cops.”

My mouth opened and the words fell from my lips. “My ex-girlfriend is staying here and I’m staying two houses down and I was trying to see what she was doing and when I saw, I didn’t like what I saw, so I was getting down and then you showed up and scared the piss out of me.”

The blonde laughed. “At least he’s honest, Daddy.”

The older gentleman chuckled. “Son, trust me, if she doesn’t want you, it’s best to move on.”

I stood there and nodded my head. My heart hurt like it had never hurt before . . . and that confused the hell out of me even more.

“That means move along, son. Now.” pqdm.com