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But so what? And so what if she’d been completely shameless and slutty beyond all imagination while they were at it. Her face fired red when she thought about some of the things she’d asked him to do.
She’d never in her life asked a partner to do those things to her before. Sure, she’d fantasized about them plenty when she got herself off but actually voicing them out loud…
And yet somehow with Hunter, the last person on earth she should trust with her deepest, darkest desires, everything had just popped right out of her mouth.
She shoved her face in her pillow and squeezed her legs together.
She’d read that some people were genetically predisposed to addictive behaviors. Maybe she was just exchanging one obsession for another. Instead of a food addict, she’d become a nymphomaniac. Which meant Catrina was right and her DNA was predetermined to screw her over whether it came to food or sex…
God, she certainly wasn’t thinking about food. No, ever since she’d gotten home last night all she could do was replay every moment of the sweaty, dirty fuck up against the back of the bar. She’d masturbated herself to sleep last night.
Then this morning, she woke up just as horny. Still, touching herself was nothing to the fullness of Hunter’s thick cock filling her up. She squeezed her legs together.
She’d go nuts if she laid here in bed obsessing about this all day. She hauled herself to a sitting position and then swung her legs over the side of the bed.
She got dressed and combed her hair back into a ponytail. She’d showered when she got home to get rid of Hunter’s scent last night.
Like always, she lingered in front of the mirror no longer than was absolutely necessary after brushing her teeth and making sure her ponytail was straight. She turned and went downstairs.
“Sleeping Beauty awakes,” Reece said from the den when she made it to the bottom of the stairs.
“Wrong fairytale, dumbass,” Liam said. “She’s obviously Snow White. Look at her coloring. Pale, creamy skin. Rose-bud lips. Long black hair.”
“Does that make us the seven dwarves?” Reece asked.
“So good to know they teach math skills to the kids these days,” Mack said. “By my last count, there’s only five of us.”
Jeremiah gave him a sarcastic smile. “But you’re such a clear ringer for Happy.”
Mack flipped him off, then stuffed his scrambled eggs into his mouth. “Let’s go, little girls. You can gossip and braid each other’s hair another time. Those stalls aren’t going to muck themselves.”
The twins and Liam gave him the one-fingered salute in return. Nicholas just kept eating his breakfast, eyes quietly observing everything like always. Isobel gave him a pat on the back. “Morning Nick.”
“Hey Iz. You off on calls with your Dr. Hunter this morning?”
She looked down at him sharply. “He’s not my Dr. Hunter.”
Nicholas didn’t say anything. His eyebrows just went up slightly before he went back to eating.
Crap. She was being a freak. She tried to modulate her voice and sound normal when she said, “Nope, I’m hanging around here. Thought I might go spend some time with Bright Beauty and take one of the others out for a ride.”
She and Beauty had gotten close over the past couple weeks. When Isobel wanted to get away from the noise of the house and the guys’ boisterous heckling of each other, she’d steal away to the barn and spend an hour or two grooming and chatting with Beauty. She was a gentle-natured horse and the strict regimen of rest and massage seemed to be easing her pain as her ligaments healed. She’d never be able to compete again, but there was no reason she couldn’t have a long, healthy life.
Spending time with the horses made her feel calm and collected, just like it always had. Animals were so much simpler than people. You looked in their eyes and you didn’t have to wonder what they were thinking.
Look at me, Isobel. Your climax belongs to me.
She gulped as she put a bagel in the toaster and lifted the lid on the tray of scrambled eggs. She scooped a small spoonful onto her plate.
Yes, she far preferred animals to people.
“So, you and the redhead at the bar seemed to be hitting it off last night,” Liam said. Isobel looked up just in time to see Jeremiah’s face going red.
“I mentioned I was studying history and she said she really loved Game of Thrones. So we got to talking.”
Liam burst out laughing. “She does realize that’s not actual history, right?”
The back of Jeremiah’s neck went a little pink as he picked up his toast. “George R. R. Martin said he based it on the War of the Roses. That’s real history. We talked about that a little.”
