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“Fuck. Fuck!” Owen yells, his hand flying over his dick as his ass clenches vise-like around me. Creamy white cum shoots from his cock, landing scalding hot on my stomach and chest.

His eyes are squeezed tightly shut, brows bunched together, jaw hanging wide. The sight of him coming, the splatter of his cum on my skin, together they send me over the edge.

I punch my hips up into him as I hit climax and my balls turn themselves inside out. As I empty myself into the condom, one single thought filters through my brain.I love the way he looks when he comes.

I don’t remember what happens next. Taking the condom off and throwing it away. Crawling under the covers. Falling asleep next to Owen.

The next time I open my eyes, sunlight is streaming in through the window.

I’m alone.

CHAPTER

ONE

EVEREST

“Who’s the bestest uncle in the whole wide world?!” I crouch down, arms outstretched as Ivy barrels into me.

“You are!” she screams directly into my ear.

“Don’t let Uncle Owen hear you say that,” Eden says, a few steps behind her six-year-old daughter.

I scoff at my sister. Me versus Owen? Pssh. There’s no competition. I’m a way better uncle than he is. I bring gifts for my niece every time I come over. I play make-believe with her and carry her around on my back as I run through the house. I even let her paint my face with her mom’s makeup.

Would Owen do any of that? I’d fucking pay to see it.

“What did you bring me? What did you bring me?” Ivy jumps up and down, holding out grabby hands in front of her.

“Ivy,” Eden scolds. “Uncle Everest doesn’t have to bring you anything.”

“Oh, but I did!” I unzip my duffel and pull out a coloring book I picked up on the way to Eden and Jeremy’s house. Fine, it might not be super impressive, but Ivy goes through her coloringbooks lightning-fast, so she can always use new ones. This one has pictures of baby animals in them.

Her eyes light up like I brought her a real-life unicorn. She grabs it and hugs it to her chest. “I love it! I love it! I love it!”

That’s the great thing about kids, so easy to please. Not likesomeadults I know. Mentally, I give an imaginary Owen the middle finger.

“Ivy, what do you say?” Eden prompts.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Ivy throws her arms around my neck again in a hug and I squeeze her back before letting her go.

“Can I go color, Mommy?” Ivy turns big pleading eyes onto Eden.

“Yes, fine, go color,” Eden sighs in resignation. “You’re going to have to pry her away from that thing when it’s time to eat.” She points at me in warning.

I stand and pull Eden into a quick hug, giving her a kiss on the cheek while I’m at it. “No problem. Ivy’s an angel. It’ll be a piece of cake.”

Eden holds me at arm’s length and examines me like she’s checking for changes since the last time she saw me. Which was last week. But that’s how she is—my big sister, always looking out for me, always on my side. She was the only reason I didn’t get into more trouble when I was a kid, always covering for me with our parents, with the teachers. She even perfected Mom’s signature so she could sign notices from school for me.

Now that we’re both grown up, she’s still looking out for me. She sends me home with frozen meals and reminds me to call Mom and Dad every couple weeks. Even during my nomadic days when I couch surfed from one beach town to the next, she called me every other day to make sure I was okay, that I had enough money and a place to stay. She even paid for motel stays when I told her I was sleeping in my car.

It’s no exaggeration to say that I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Eden always watching my back. I don’t know what I would do without her.

Eden slaps me lightly on the arm and leads the way into the kitchen where Jeremy is mixing up drinks for brunch.

“Hey, Jer.” I give him a bro hug before hopping onto a stool in front of the kitchen island.

“Hey, what did you bring Ivy this time?” Jeremy asks suspiciously.

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