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Luke only shrugged as if he thought his reasoning should be obvious. “Because he kept me away from you for over a dozen years.”
I turned back to Trick, hoping for a better explanation than that, but he shrugged too.
“Oh, jeez,” I muttered and returned my attention to the new patient I’d be nursing until he passed out. With a sigh, I set my hands on my hips before shaking my head sadly. “Looks like you two had quite a night.”
Luke glanced up at me with another smile, only for it to furrow into a bleary scowl. “It sucked, actually,” he reported. “And your plan to show me how much I love being a bachelorfailed, by the way. It failed spectacularly. I think I’mmoreresolved to settle down now than I ever have been before. I amdonewith the single life. No more. It’s…it’s just so pathetic. I wanna get married. I wanna marryyou.”
“Maybe I should take him home,” Trick spoke up.
I glanced at him, and something in his expression told me he really didn’t want to deal with the drunk anymore—plus I secretly wanted Luke here, even if he was in this state—so I sighed and shook my head. “He’s pretty far gone. I bet he only has five more minutes left in him—if that—before he passes out cold. Go ahead and just leave him.”
Trick sent me a grateful smile. “Alright, then. You’re a better person than I.”
Or a greedy one, I didn’t say out loud.
Leaning over, I kissed my brother’s cheek. “Go home. Get some sleep. I got this.”
From the couch, Luke scowled at us. “Hey,” he grumbled. “Why doesheget a kiss? He fucking kept me away from you. I want a kiss. Why can’t I get a kiss?”
Trick lifted his brows at me. “Yeah… Have fun with that.”
I rolled my eyes and shoved at his arm. “Drive safe.”
“Will do.” He started away and pointed at me, smiling. “Love you, sis. Call if you need anything.” When his brows lifted meaningfully, I rolled my eyes and snorted.
“Will do,” I repeated at him, then turned wearily toward Luke, wondering if I’d even be able to support his weight if I had to haul him to the bathroom to vomit.
Trick strolled out of the house, and as the door shut behind him, I sighed and set my hands on my hips, shaking my head as Luke just kept smiling up at me.
Well, I’d been missing him and wishing he were here. This wasn’t quite what I’d had in mind, but beggars couldn’t be choosers I supposed.
And hey, at least Trick hadn’t gotten him laid as I was afraid he might.
My insides instantly brightened at that thought. “I’m going to get you some water and a trash can to puke in if you need it,” I said and started to turn away.
But Luke gripped my hand. “Hey.”
I paused and turned back, lifting my brows curiously. “Yes?”
“I forgive you,” he said, nodding solemnly.
Shaking my head, I frowned in confusion. “Youforgiveme? For what?”
“I forgive you,” he repeated before adding, “For trying to get me to have sex with someone else tonight.”
“I didn’t—What?” I blinked at him repeatedly, sure I was mishearing things. “That is not at all— Is that what Trick told you that I wanted?” I demanded.
“No…” Luke frowned as if he weren’t sure he’d given the correct answer. Then he lifted a finger. “But it was pretty damn obvious after I got him to admit thatyouasked him to get me to hang out with him. It was like bam…she’s trying to sabotage my mission. But youfailed,” he crowed drunkenly as he jabbed his finger in my direction. “You. Failed. The only person I want to have sex with is you. I didn’t evenlookat another woman tonight. So,ha. I win. You lose.”
“Youwant to have sex withme?” I asked, convinced he had no idea what he was saying.
“Yes,” he answered, nodding big. “Only you. I want…you, Chloe Ryan Hamilton.”
“Okay…” I muttered and let out a big sigh. “Now Iknowyou’re way past your limit.”
“You’re right, I am,” he agreed adamantly as he tugged on my hand, trying to get me to sit on the couch with him, but I resisted. “I really am. My limit is, like, right here.” He lifted a hand in the air as if measuring the height of something. “But I’m here.” His hand went higher.
“I mean, I can’t do this much longer,” he insisted. “I can’t. I’ve been all nice and polite and done therightthing. I woke up every morning with your ass—yourperfect, fucking, soft, and curvy ass—smashed against my aching, hard dick, and I didn’t do a damn thing about it because you were still recovering and shit, and it would’ve been all fucked up and wrong of me if I’d just ground back against you and slid my hand between your thighs. God. Resisting you was pure torture. I deserve a damn award for not physically mauling you every morning. But I can’t do it anymore. I just can’t. I’m over my limit of restraint.”
