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I grab the edge of his shirt and lift it, my eyes locked on his as I grip the fabric of his boxers and pull it toward me.

My fingers only graze the silky skin of his dick when he jerks backward to tuck himself in, falling over slightly as he does.

I reach for him and at first, he tenses and I think he’ll be stubborn and pull away, but in the next second, he welcomes me, hugging his body to mine. I spin around in his arms, and start for the cabin, keeping my hands on his around my waist to keep us steady, but every few feet he jolts to a stop and buries his head farther into my neck.

He’s mumbling something against my skin, but I couldn’t make it out if I tried.

When we make it in the door, I lock it behind me and head toward Maddoc’s room.

Once in his doorway, he tugs away from me. He kicks his shoes off, falling against the wall with a hard thud as he does, then pushes off, throws his blanket down and angrily drops onto the mattress. He makes sure to face the wall away from where I stand.

With a roll of my eyes, I leave him there and run upstairs to lock the back door.

Fuck these partygoers – nobody’s coming in tonight.

I decide on a warm shower, quickly washing, then just stand under the warm spray until my skin is wrinkled. I climb out, pull a T-shirt over my head and some pajama shorts on.

I peek in on the boys who are all in the same spot I left them and then head for bed.

Unfortunately for me, I spend the next hour staring at the ceiling unable to erase the picture of Maddoc being touched and pleased by that girl. Pressure builds in my chest and I try to take a deep breath to rid myself of it, but it doesn’t work. It’s annoying.

With a groan, I smack my palms against my comforter right as a loud bang has me jumping.

My eyes dart to the doorway.

Maddoc stands there glaring as he stumbles into my room, but I don’t move.

He loudly props his ass on the wall, using it as leverage to keep him standing as he yanks his shirt over his head, and I lay back, admiring the way his muscles tighten as he does. Next to go are his jeans.

He kicks them off and stands there frowning at me in nothing but boxers.

Then he shuts and locks my door.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask.

His lips make a firm line.

“You think I’ll let you come in here and climb in bed when you only pulled your dick from some chick’s mouth a bit ago and only after I made it happen?”

“Yeah, I do.” His response is instant, and I almost want to laugh.

Always so sure. I kinda like that about him, the little prickhead.

He reaches for my lamp but then his glossy stare meets mine. Even in his drunken state, he remembers me and the dark don’t get along and he leaves the little light alone.

Even though I’m irritated with him for reasons I don’t care to play out, my damn body shakes anticipating his as he lowers himself onto the bed.

Maddoc slides under the covers until his skin is flush against mine.

His hand lands on my ass and he slowly slides it down until his fingers hit the apex of my thigh and he pulls, wrapping my leg around his hip, moving in until his dick is against me.

My muscles tighten against his hard-on, and a low, rumbly moan leaves him, but he makes no other move. He lays there, body pressed to mine, hands on my bare skin, and falls asleep.

And for some reason, with the sound of his steady breathing and warm skin heating mine, my body grows lax.

Sleep comes easier than it should.Quick, heavy footsteps sound behind me and then the board on the back deck creaks with a single foot planted.

I don’t turn around but take another drink from my coffee cup. “Morning.”

When there’s no sound but retreating steps I grin and wait.

It only takes a few minutes before Royce meets me outside, instant hot chocolate I made with him in mind in hand.

He drops beside me with a grumbled, “Thanks.”

I nod, still not looking his way. “You thought I was running around somewhere, didn’t you?”

“Yup.” He shrugs, and I appreciate his honesty. “The fuck was that yesterday?”

This time, I shrug. “I went for a walk, got asked to play a quick game, so I did.”

“If you wanted to play a game, you should have come with us.”

“And creep on your basketball game? No.” I take another drink. “You guys needed a legit practice or workout or whatever Captain said. And I’m fine doing my own thing.”

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