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I already know I’m going to be sore tomorrow.

“No?” I ask softly, twirling the end of his hair around my finger. I wish we could stay like this forever. “Are you trying to knock me up?”

Hash places a soft kiss on the base of my neck, not saying anything.

“Would that be so bad?” he asks against my neck.

My hands in his hair freeze as I think about what he just asked. Would it be so bad? No, but is it what we’re ready for right now? Also no.

“No,” I finally admit in a whisper. “But I don’t know if we’re ready for that.”

“Is anyone ever actually ready? There’s always going to be something that stops you from doing what you want. I’m going to be there every step of the way this time. And besides…” Hash pauses as he pushes up on his elbows so he can look down at me, a slow smirk playing at his lips. “I can’t have my milk drying up. I’m a growing boy.”

A laugh bubbles out of me. “I can’t stand you.”

His softened cock slips completely out of me as he pushes to stand up. “Just think about it, yeah?” he asks as he pulls his jeans up and stretches his arm out toward me.

I take his hand, letting him pull me up. “I’ll think about it.”

Hash finds a shop rag and cleans me up before helping me back into the leather bodysuit. This thing is a bitch to put on.

Once my costume is back in place, we walk out of the garage and head back to the party.

I see Evan and Sutton over by the fire talking to two girls I haven’t met with Cain, Scotch, Cyrus, and Ink lingering nearby. Trick is nowhere to be found.

Hash leads me over there after grabbing us each a drink from a cooler outside.

“I know sex hair when I see it!” Cyrus yells with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Hash slaps him on the back of the head as my face heats. I’m pretty sure it’s the color of my tulle skirt.

“Don’t fucking talk to her like that.” Hash glares.

“I wasn’t talking about her,” Cyrus says, the grin unmoving as he seems unfazed at being slapped.

Everyone’s attention moves to Hash’s hair, which happens to be in a million different directions and the bottom slightly frizzy from where I ran my fingers through it.

Oops.

Hash runs his hands through his hair as he looks down at me with a smirk.

Ugh.

I roll my eyes back at him.

“Aisling, this is Delaney and Wren,” Hash introduced me to the other two girls. They wave in greeting.

“I see Hash also didn’t want to wear his costume.” Evan glares at him with his arms crossed.

“Babe, I fucking told you none of us were dressing up. I told you that you can do your little fucking party and decorate however the fuck you want, but we’re not dressing up. We’re grown-ass men,” Cain tells her.

“Grown ass men who are no fun.” Evan pouts.

“I think your girl looks like fun,” a drunk guy walking past who is wearing a very poorly put together joker costume calls out as he winks.

Cain snarls as Hash and Ink close in, looking ready to beat his dude’s ass.

The drunk guy’s friend drags him away faster, waving in apology.