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I shifted lower on the couch to get more comfortable with an instant hard-on.
I’d wanted to see her since, but I wasn’t going to go after her, no matter how eager my dick was. It had been sex. Or almost sex. My dick–yes, he was in fucking charge–knew the difference. Sex meant he was getting some action with a hot, wet, tight pussy. Almost sex meant some time with my hand.
“What’s up with that?” I wondered, tipping my chin in the direction the women went.
Mav kept his eyes on the game and shrugged. “She was in Vegas.”
I frowned. “Mallory was in Vegas?”
“Bachelorette party.”
Bachelorette party?
“Why are they whispering and hiding upstairs?”
A foghorn blared from the TV, indicating a goal. While Scout had slept through Mallory coming in the house, the sound startled him awake. He stood, circled three times, then dropped back down.
I caught the instant replay. Dex had scored again. The close up of his face as he grinned and fist bumped down the team bench made my night.
“Contrary to what you might think, Bridge doesn’t tell me everything,” Mav said. “There are some things I really don’t want to know. Like if Mal fucked a dude in Vegas.”
I sat up, placed my beer on the coffee table with a little more effort than necessary.
“A dude?” I asked, my voice practically a snarl.
“Whatever. I don’t need to know about her sex life.” He stood, pointed at my beer bottle. “Want another?”
I nodded. He headed for the kitchen and left me alone to wonder why I was so pissed off about that possibility. Mallory wasn’t mine. A little finger banging didn’t mean we were getting married. Hell, I hadn’t even kissed her. Based off of that alone, the fact that I’d gotten in her panties without any kissing meant it was just sex.
My dick twitched, reminding me it hadn’t been sex since all the action he saw Thursday night was me jacking off in the shower, then again in bed. All Mallory and I shared wasalmostsex.
I glanced up the stairs. Were they up there right now doing a play-by-play of a wild one-night stand? I had to know because nodudewas getting that pussy. It was mine.
16
MALLORY
“Thankyou so much for getting the ticket. I’ll pay you back,” I told Bridge as she tugged me into the master bedroom, shutting the door behind us. She flipped a switch which turned on a lamp beside a supersized, cushy reading chair in the corner.
With a quick hand wave, she shut that down.
“No, really.” I grabbed her hand, squeezed it, which had her eyes meet mine. “Iwillpay you back.”I was not my mother.
Bridget worked as a substitute teacher. I knew exactly how much she made a day. It wasn’t much. Less than me and without the good benefit package. Until she met Mav, she’d been living at home with Lindy.
Then she fell for a billionaire who rented this huge-ass house where they now lived together. She didn’t have to work again. She had a flipping jet at her disposal, which I could have probably flown if I didn’t want to keep my arrest a secret.
I would not–NOT–take advantage of Bridge’s new situation, or even her old one.
I was not my mother.
“I know. I did it for myself, really. I was selfish,” she admitted, cutting off my thoughts.
I frowned, crossed the room and dropped into the chair. Even though the massive bed was made, I wasn’t sitting anywhere near where she and Mav got it on. All. The. Time.
“Selfish?” I let my head fall back. “How?”
“What am I going to do with a BFF permanently stuck in Vegas?” She plopped down on the corner of her bed, crossed her legs like my first graders on the rug at the front of the classroom.
