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Reality would come crashing down later. But for now, I was determined to take advantage of my day with Wolfe’s sole attention.

17

WOLFE

When I woke up with a warm, solid body next to me, my half-asleep brain decided the most appropriate response was to giggle.

“The fuck?” Trace murmured.

“Ignore me.” The croaky sound of my morning voice triggered more laughter. Maybe I was simply high from the reality sinking in of having finally slept with Trace Bishop.

Trace Bishop was naked in my bed.

Trace Bishop’s naked cock was pressed against my thigh.

Trace Bishop’s hand was squeezing my naked pec.

“Couldn’t ignore you if I wanted to,” he mumbled against the back of my neck. “And I don’t want to. What’s so funny?”

“I’m not used to waking up with anyone in my bed,” I admitted, turning to face him.

Trace’s sleepy grin grew wide. “Thought you said you’d had hookups on this trip.”

“I did. More than one.”

His grin dimmed immediately. “Oh?”

I couldn’t help but laugh again. Then, for some reason, my brain replayed his face falling over and over until I was giggling hysterically and he was frowning in confusion. “Sorry, sorry,” I gasped. “Just… your face.”

“I mean, you certainly have the right to hook up with whoever you want,” he said grudgingly.

“I know,” I agreed with a grin. But I was enjoying the fuck out of his obvious discomfort with the idea.

I’d never thought I’d get to see Trace Bishop jealous over me. I was adding this moment to my mental highlight reel—the one I’d never be able to share with anyone. Right up there with my Grammy win and hearing Papa sing along to one of my songs.

“Mpfh.” Trace was clearly not enjoying my amusement.

At least until I leaned in and kissed the turned-down edge of his grumpy lips.

The warm touch of his hands moved up and down my back. “Morning, gorgeous,” he murmured against my lips.

I didn’t take my lips off him long enough to do more than murmur, “Mmhm.”

We made out lazily until my dick was wide-awake and desperate for relief. The slight soreness in my ass from last night reminded me of how good it had felt to get fucked, especially knowing who was inside of me.

It was too good to be true, and I almost didn’t want to let myself even think about it. As if remembering it in glorious detail would somehow make it go away.

Despite our conversation the night before, I was under no delusions that Trace and I were beginning something. Not something lasting, anyway. Trace had too many reservations about us, and I… well, I had too many secrets I was keeping.

This was simply a chance to slake our mutual thirst and put to bed our curiosity.

Maybe it would ruin our relationship forever. If it did, I was kind of okay with that. Our relationship had already been shit. When Trace had moved to Legacy, I’d lost him as a friend. He was still a member of my family, but we no longer had a relationship like we’d had when I was younger.

For now, I had him all to myself. At least for a little while. I wouldn’t waste the opportunity.

My stomach tightened with need as I tried not to rut up against him. “Want you,” I confessed, hot and damp against the skin of his neck, where I was trying my hardest not to suck marks into him to leave visible proof of our time together.

“Fuck, baby.” The sound of his groan filled the warm space around us, still sleep-scented and cozy, tucked away where no one could see or hear us.