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“What?” Her head rears back as she looks at me. “No, Nate, because of you. It’s too much.”

Her honesty shocks me.

“It feels too good, and I shouldn’t want it.” She whispers the last part, and I wonder if she even meant to say it out loud. “It’s just too much.”

Please want it, baby. I want it so bad. All of it.

“Is it too much to tell you I have imaginary conversations with you every day? I lean in closer, lowering my tone, “How about the fact I jerked off twice last night to thoughts of you?”

She narrows her eyes, trying to hide her desire. “Oh yeah…? ”

“You got exactly what you wanted… I’ve been hard since the second I saw you in this bikini today.” I gently run my thumb across her exposed hip bone. “And I can’t stop the obsessive memories that keep flashing in my mind of me sliding your bathing suit to the side and slipping into your wet pussy.”

She gasps, putting her hand on her forehead. I see her nipples pebble under the blue material barely containing her chest. Unable to keep my hands off of her, I trace my finger over the strap of her bathing suit, from her collarbone disappearing behind her neck. Goosebumps erupt all over her flesh. She’s turned on, no matter what she says.

A determined look takes over her face when her eyes meet mine again. They are a darker shade of blue I could get lost in. “I’d give almost anything to sit on your lap and let you slide your big dick into me, right here in front of everyone. No one even knowing how deep inside of me you are.” My heart nearly pounds out of my chest as she leans in for the kill, her lips just a breath away. “But I’d give even more to go back to two years ago and not have a shattered heart and soul because of you, Outlaw.”

And with that, she stands, leaving me in a mess of being both turned on and heartbroken.

Nine

There’s a peace that settles over me as we all sit around the guys’ massive table, eating the dinner Gigi made for us. Whenever our Sunday schedules align, we all come to The Wolves Den and eat together. This is Nola’s first official year living here, but he has deemed himself the main chef of the house, and from what I hear, he’s a phenomenal cook. We usually all take turns cooking and buying unless Gigi blesses us with one of her nine-by-thirteen Pyrex dishes of goodness.

When I found out Nate was living here, I wasn’t sure if I’d still come to these dinners. They’re a more intimate setting than parties.

Now my issue isn’t coming here; it’s keeping my damn eyes and thoughts off of him. It’s really hard, especially when I can feel his eyes on me from across the table. I know he sat there on purpose, so every time I look up from my plate, it would be his stupidly handsome face I’d see.

He looked so fucking hot today. His massive chest on full display, his tattoo hugging one of his sculpted arms perfectly.And let’s not forget about how his swim trunks were just the chef’s kiss. Accentuating his strong thighs and ass. Ugh!

It’s infuriating to be so turned on by someone, yet also hating them with every fiber of your being.

“Man, Gigi Leblanc can cook. This lasagna is delicious,” Nola praises for what seems like the third time since we started. He squeezes Maverick’s shoulder enthusiastically.

“Yeah, when she heard it was superstar’s favorite, she knew it would be the perfect meal to celebrate the big win,” Mav says, pointing his fork in Nate’s direction, before turning his attention back to Nola. “I have orders to find out your favorite home cooked meal because she says you’re next.”

Nola smiles excitedly and takes another bite.

“Thanks, guys. You didn’t have to go through all that trouble. Shit, Graham, I’m surprised you even remembered it was my fav,” Nate says, directing his focus to Graham, who’s sitting to my right.

Graham not-so-subtly tilts his head in my direction. “Might’ve had a little help.”

Nate sets his gaze on me and I know my cheeks are probably as red as can be under his attention.

“Way to blow up my spot,” I whisper to Graham through tight lips.

“Like he really thought I remembered he loved lasagna…” Graham chastises me, then shovels another forkful into his mouth.

My phone vibrates on my lap, and I peer down to see a notification from Carter. I internally roll my eyes before swiping open the message.

Carter

I’m sorry I missed today. Hope you didn’t have too much fun without me. Send me a pic of you, so I have something to think of later

Anger simmers in my belly. So he’s not going to contact me all day, then he’s going to act like last night didn’t happen. WTF?

Me

We had a great time today. At the wolves den now for dinner. We will talk later. We still need to discuss what went down last night.

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