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I tried to focus on staying still, playing asleep, not letting her think this was any sort of conscious desire on my part, just an unconscious physical response to her moving around on me.

I figured she would slowly move off of me, try to pretend none of this happened.

I was so surprised when her hips wiggled and a little whimper escaped her that I almost bucked up against her.

She had to be awake, right? Not just unconsciously moving against me, lost in a sex dream. But I was having a hard time thinking that Everleigh would be the type to take the lead like that, to be so bold, if she was fully awake.

Even as my mind was racing, though, her hips were rocking again. And again. And again.

Her face was in my neck, her breathing fast against my skin, and her soft whimpers and moans ringing in my ears.

It took every goddamn bit of self-control I had in me not to roll her onto her back, and rock my cock against her, to slide down her body, yank her clothes out of the way, and bury my face in her pussy, to lick and suck until she was writhing and screaming, then move over her again, surge inside her, and fuck her until we both exploded into oblivion.

But I just stayed there, stock still, and she writhed against me, as her body tensed and her breathing got faster, as she got closer and closer.

Then, with a catch of her breath and an almost pained whimper, she came, her body shuddering against me.

I damn near came with her.

From some dry rubbing.

Like a fucking teenager.

Everleigh was stiff as a board after, mind likely clear, and freaking out about what just happened.

I kept as still as possible as she slowly moved off of me to the other side of the bed. Then, inch by inch, off the bed. Across the floor.

I waited until I heard the soft click of the door before my hand was going under the sheets, into my pants, grabbing my cock, and stroking it.

Hard.

Fast.

Desperate.

With the feel and smell of her fresh on my mind. With the sound of her moans as she came still in my ears.

I came harder than I could ever remember, unable to keep my sounds to myself—something I’d never experienced before.

I jolted then, though, sure I heard the click of the door.

But when my head whipped over, it was closed.

It was probably just the door of her room next door, going back in after stopping in the bathroom to pull herself back together.

“Christ,” I hissed as I climbed out of the bed, making a beeline for the bathroom, needing to clean up, but also clear my damn mind.

It was going to be almost impossible to go through the day with her nearby, knowing I couldn’t touch her, but thinking about her grinding against me, coming hard from just the slide of my cock against her pussy.

I took exactly no comfort in the fact that Everleigh seemed equally as unsure and uncomfortable as I did, both of us keeping a wide berth from each other as we moved about the kitchen—her making coffee and me working on breakfast.

She was eager to go outside and see the chickens when Coach said he was going to go let them out of their coop after we ate.

Then she spent a really long fucking time throwing the ball around the yard for Murphy’s dogs. Then playing tag with Delaney and Judge’s eldest when they dropped by for a visit.

Anything she could do, it seemed, to stay away from me.

It was for the best, I tried to remind myself, as I ruthlessly scrubbed the kitchen, half-surprised that I didn’t wipe the shine off of the counters in the process.

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