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Flint smiles softly, a sad sort of smile that doesn’t show his teeth as he contemplates what I said with pity in his eyes. “Still. We owe you an apology. I owe you an apology. You had no choice in any of this, and you’re right, you’ve done nothing to deserve my doubts and suspicion.”

I nod, still wondering if this is some sort of trap. Flint’s earnestness has caught me off guard. I was expecting a row. “Thank you,” I say slowly.

Flint nods. “Truce?” he says, holding his hand out with a surprisingly boyish smile.

I nod and smile back, shaking it. “Truce.” I hesitate, wanting to say something, but unable to find the words. “Flint, look… I understand… why you hate my father and the Raging Bulls so much.”

“You do?” he asks with a curious tilt of his head.

I bite my lip. “I know about your dad, how he died. Cyrus told me.”

Flint’s jaw clenches, and he frowns. “He shouldn’t have told you that.”

Shit. I was trying to explain that I understand, but I’ve inadvertently made Flint mad at Cyrus, as well as Hunter.

“No, I mean, he didn’t say much, nothing to betray your confidence. We were talking about our childhoods and how you all knew each other; he was trying to make me feel better about my shitty home life.” I feel as if every word I utter is just making things worse. “I just wanted to let you know that I understand why you hate the Raging Bulls and why you don’t trust me. That’s all,” I offer lamely.

When he doesn’t respond, I panic, rushing on, desperate to make it better and wishing I’d never said anything. “Please don’t be mad at Cyrus. It’s bad enough that you’ve fallen out with Hunter over me.”

He studies me, noticing my cheeks blush as I think about the reason why they fell out. “You heard that part too, huh?” he says, astutely reading my expression. Before I can respond, he continues. “Well, don’t worry about it. You’ve made your feelings abundantly clear. My initial attraction to you means nothing. You don’t have to worry about me making you feel uncomfortable. Let’s just pretend you didn’t hear a thing, and I never once thought of you in that way. I won’t again. I promise you that,” he says sternly.

He abruptly rises from his stool, the chair screeching noisily on the floor as he stands. Before I can even formulate a reply in my head, he’s already slamming some money down on the counter and mumbling about having forgotten about something. He darts out of the bar without a backward glance, leaving me dazed and confused.

Does this mean he doesn’t have any feelings or attraction toward me now? Or is he just saying that because he thinks I don’t feel that way about him? Every time I think I'm beginning to understand Flint, he does something totally unexpected.

I don’t have time to think about it much before business picks up again, and I throw myself back into the distraction of work. Still, I continue to replay the conversation in my head. If he hadn’t rushed off, what would I have said? Would I have admitted that I am attracted to him, too? How would he have reacted? I have a bad feeling that by trying to make the situation better, I’ve only made it worse.

Chapter 11

Hunter

I’ve been trying to toe the line when it comes to Tori. I’ve been veering between trying to keep my promise to stay away from her and feeling possessive, wanting to stake my claim. I’ll admit that I’ve been acting territorial to prove to the guys that they can’t tell me what to do, while at the same time, I’ve been avoiding any serious intimacy with Tori. I’m sure she must be confused, but I know once I cross that line again, I’m not gonna be able to give her up.

I can’t stop thinking about that night with Tori. The sex was so fucking good, it’s like she was made for me, my dream woman. I’m desperate for more, but as much as I want Tori, I know that if I continue down this path, I risk losing my best friends. It should be an easy choice. I hardly know Tori, but I’ve never had a connection like this with anyone before, not even Bella.

Thinking about Bella now has me conflicted. I remember how close she came to destroying us, how all three of us wanted the same woman, and it tore us apart. I know my brothers want Tori, too, and if I’m being honest, I can tell there’s a mutual attraction on her part. I find myself wondering whether we’re being unfair to Tori by comparing her to Bella. She’s nothing like her, after all. Yet, just like before, we’re already falling out over her.

I know the right thing to do, the best thing to do, is to keep my distance. Tori will leave soon and forget all about me. Maybe she’ll remember me fondly as the guy she lost her virginity to and tell future boyfriends how it was mostly to piss off her dad. She’ll move on with her life and meet a guy who’s right for her. There’s no future between us. So why risk losing my best friends, my family?

Yes. That’s what I have to do. I have to stop thinking about Tori. Stop fantasizing.

Stop jerking off to memories of her perfect breasts jiggling as she bounces on my cock. Stop thinking about her tight, wet…

Oh god, this is the exact opposite of what I should be thinking.

My cock twitches under my bedsheets, already hardening at the mere thought of Tori. Every morning since we had sex, I’ve woken rock hard, or even some days with sticky sheets, the aftermath of wet dreams of her, like a lovesick teen. I can’t start my day without jacking off over her. This obsession is getting out of hand. I reach down and grip my cock.

If she was that incredible the first time, just imagine how much better it would get…

She’s probably in her room now. All it would take is for you to get up out of bed and walk a few paces to her door. It’s still early. She’ll be in bed still. You could just knock on the door and…

No.

Hunter, stop it.

I need to get out of here. I jump up out of bed, throwing on my clothes in the gloom of the morning light, the sun barely peeking over the horizon. My cock strains against my pants, and I tuck it up into my waistband. I don’t even risk a cold shower; I need to put as much distance between Tori and me as I can before the last stand of my control snaps.

The house is silent as I creep out of my room, the door creaking on its hinges; everyone else must still be sleeping. I can slip out for an early morning ride on my motorcycle to clear my head and be back before anyone even notices I’ve gone. My eyes dart over to Tori’s closed door, pulled by an invisible force. I have to use all of my willpower to turn and walk in the opposite direction. I head downstairs to the garage, where we keep our bikes overnight.