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I bounce her up and down on my dick a few times. “I think that answered your question.”

“Again?” She looks shocked.

“If you can handle it.” I turn the shower on and stand us under the instant hot water.

“Fuck me slow against the wall, then fuck me to sleep, Jay.”

“You know I’d give you anything you wish for.”

She smiles against my lips when I push her against the tiled wall. “I love you,” she breathes.

“I love you, whatever, however, forever.”

33

JACOB

“What the actual fuck is this?” A familiar voice wakes me up from my deep slumber.

My eyes pop open; my heart takes flight at the speed of light, making me spring out of the bed, naked.Shit.

Owen.

He’s standing at the foot of my bed, pointing at a still-sleeping Skye, her tattooed leg hooked outside of the bedcovers; she’s wrapped around the comforter. She looks fucking edible.

Fuck.

“I can explain.” I hold my hands up, bending at the same time to reach for my jeans.

“Explain?” Boiling with fury, his face turns red. “I think it’s pretty fucking clear.”

Quicker than a heartbeat, I step into my jeans, pull them over my hips, tuck my cock in and zip them up.

“So you two are fucking?” His nostrils flare as he grinds his teeth together.

Skye grumbles, pulling the covers up over her head. “Why is the television on?”

Owen ignores her. “Is this what you’ve been so fucking desperate to speak to me about? To tell me you’ve been sleeping with my girlfriend?” He shoots me a sour look.

“She’s your ex. Has been for months,” I correct him. “You’re getting married, remember?”

A small gasp and mumble of “Oh no” from under the covers escapes as Skye finally wakes up.

“You are unbelievable, Jacob.” He pulls his hair in distress. “I can’t deal with this.”

He turns on his heels, storming out of the room.

“Don’t go, Owen. Let me explain,” I shout after him, pulling the covers down from Skye’s face. “Get up, get dressed, now.” My eyes widen, begging her to do as I ask.

“How did he get in?” she whispers.

“He has a key. Text Lincoln for me. Tell him to come here. Right now.”

“Oh my God, Jay. This is not good.” She leaps out of the bed as I run out the doorway.

“Owen.” I jog down the corridor into my living space and find him staring out of the windows at the evergreen fields around my house.

“How long?” He doesn’t turn around.

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