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But he didn’t see her. Whether it was because he was a fucking coward or she was the one avoiding him, they’d never know. He picked Caleb up and took him to the beach. Little man loved nothing more than being a sandy mess. While bathing him in the early evening, he heard Brenna come in, but she went straight to her room and didn’t emerge again.
It was for the best. What the hell had he thought was going to happen? They’d eat and play with Caleb together again before falling into bed to spend hours lost in pleasure?
The thought played on his mind as he stared at the darkness late into the night. “Fuck,” he said with a groan as he rolled to his back for the fiftieth time. His cock was hard and aching as it had been for much of the night. Hell, pretty much since he first laid eyes on Brenna. That damn smile of hers went straight to his dick every time. And her eyes. The way she looked at him. She tracked him sometimes.
Fuck, she left him no choice. He thought of her as he shoved a hand down his shorts and wrapped a hand around his dick in a firm grip. One rough tug had him biting his lip to keep from shouting a curse. He liked it like that. Harsh and without mercy.
He had a feeling Brenna could give it to him like that and revel in it. The things she’d said, the hints she’d dropped. She wanted to fuck with the same fierce intensity he did.
His fist flew over his cock as he imagined the ways he’d take her. How hot it would be. How hard they’d both come.
Even the need for lube to eliminate the sting of a dry fist didn’t give him pause. He fucked his hand until it grew slick with precum. Barely a few minutes passed before he imagined Brenna bent over his bike with her gorgeous ass on display for him, and his dick erupted like a fucking geyser.
His shout couldn’t have been stopped even if he’d gagged himself.
Did Brenna hear him? If so, would she guess why he’d yelled?
Did she wonder if he was lying one room over, covered in a puddle of his cum?
Would she have any idea she was the sole reason?
CHAPTER NINE
“WELL, YOU’RE A massive coward, aren’t you?” Brenna stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror behind Lock’s guest room door.
She’d stayed away from the house long past dinner, then snuck in when Lock typically bathed Caleb, only to hide in her room like she’d done the first night. During the sleepless hours, she’d told herself she’d merely wanted alone time to prepare to see Oliver.
It was a stressful thing, confronting the ex who’d set her up for a terrible ordeal.
But in the light of day, as she dressed in a sexy leather miniskirt and skimpy crop with the sole goal of an eat-your-heat-out moment with Oliver, she couldn’t lie to herself any longer.
She’d been too chickenshit to spend more time alone with Lock. Somewhere over the past few days, she’d caught feelings on top of how badly she wanted him physically. Her reason for staying with him, hell for knowing him, would disappear in a few short hours. She’d be back home, and the past few days would be nothing but a brief intermission for her regular life. The smart thing was to cut ties last night, even if it felt like cowardice at this very early hour of the morning.
With one last glance in the mirror, she nodded, then ran a hand over her hair. She looked good, strong, and sexy in a way Oliver had never seen, probably because she’d never dressed like this before and had only purchased these clothes yesterday.
“Fuck you, Oliver.”
She opened the door and stepped into the hallway only to stop dead at the sight of Lock.
His jaw dropped, and his eyes bugged. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered. “Forget bringing a gun… you’re a goddamn weapon all by yourself.”
Her face heated. “Thank you?”
He groaned and stared up at the white ceiling before looking at her again. “You are out for blood, woman, aren’t you?”
Cocking her head, she stared at him. “He deserves it, don’t you think?” Lock looked good, too, dressed in dark jeans and a black T-shirt that hugged his frame and did nothing to dissuade her from wanting him.
“Deserves death by blue balls?” He chuckled. “You’re cold, baby, but fuck yes, he deserves it and more. Unfortunately, you might take a few of us out with him.”
Her breath caught in her lungs. He didn’t mean it. Calling her baby was nothing more than banter. But it sounded so good—too good. She wanted him to say it again. And again. As he took her clothes off. As he touched her. As he thrust—
Shit.
She cleared her throat. “We should go. Spec said five.” The air between them felt so thick she could practically see it hovering.
For a moment, he didn’t speak, and she thought, feared, and prayed he would close the distance, put his hands on her, grab her, and kiss her until her mind blanked. Her heart thudded a slow, powerful rhythm of anticipation as the heat in his gaze scorched her very exposed skin.
But then he cleared his throat and jerked his head toward the door. “Let’s go. Caleb’s sitter just got here.”
