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“I can’t tonight,” he said finally, looking away. “Early practice and all. Maybe another time.”
“Oh, of course. Anyway, thanks for the ride. Good night.”
I couldn’t get out of that damn Range Rover fast enough.
What the hell had I been thinking?
CHAPTERNINE
Boone
I was so fucking close.Those few seconds when I still had control were ticking by in a heartbeat. Though I knew I couldn’t come yet, the urge was like a freight train barreling toward me—overpowering and unstoppable.
The woman riding my dick like her life depended on it threw her head back and cried out, her bright red hair flying through the air as she arched her back and sank down on me one last time. Now I could follow, and one thing was for fucking sure—the train was probably going to derail from the force of it.
A ringing sound roused me from the best dream I’d had in a long time. I groaned and shoved away the pillow that was covering half of my face. When I grabbed my phone to turn off the alarm, there was noStopbutton.
“The fuck?” I muttered, the ringing sound still going strong and my erection tenting the bedsheet.
Finally, it registered. It wasn’t my phone’s alarm; it was my doorbell. My downtown twelfth-floor condo had a doorbell that sounded like a gong through every inch of the apartment. And whoever was ringing it every two seconds seemed determined to wake me up from my epic dream.
I got up and pulled on the jeans I’d left on the floor, preparing myself to fight whoever was on the other side of the door. It was probably Lars, wanting to work out and go get breakfast on our only morning off in a while. We’d just returned from a long road trip, and I’d stayed up late last night playing video games because I wanted to sleep in today.
Just in case it was one of my neighbors, I put on a T-shirt right before heading out of my bedroom. The doorbell kept ringing.
Every. Two. Seconds. Someone had a death wish.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” I grumbled.
I unlocked my door and opened it, not finding anyone there to scowl at.
“Hi,” a small voice said.
I looked down and there was a little boy staring up at me, a stuffed elephant clutched under his arm.
“Oh, thank god,” a female voice said.
When I focused on the speaker, who was getting up from her position sitting on the floor against the hallway wall, my jaw dropped.
It was my sister, Emma. Her hair was lighter and her face was thinner, and even though I was pissed at her for being out of contact with the family for so long, I was also relieved to see she was okay.
“Can we come in?” she asked.
“Uh…” I shook myself from the daze I was in. “Yeah, come in.”
The boy walked inside, but I stepped in front of Emma before she could enter.
“Who is that?” I whispered. “Is that your kid?”
“Yeah, he’s my son, Joey.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “How the fuck do you not tell your family you have a kid, Em? Do you have any idea how devastated Mom”
“Mikey, don’t.” Her hazel eyes swam with emotion. “I can’t do this right now. I need help.”
I assumed the help she needed could come by cash or check. And now that I knew she had a kid to support, everything had changed. I couldn’t tell her to come back when she had her shit together.
“Okay.” I stepped aside. “Come in.”
