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“Clearly,” she says, impressed.

My dick is hard as a rock against her ass as I feed her another bite, listening to the way she moans as soon as it’s in her mouth. “You’re killing me here, princess.”

Her wicked laugh tells me that’s her plan, but fuck it. Two can play that game. I feed her with one hand and slip the other beneath her skirt, running my fingers up her thigh.

She squirms on my lap, parting her thighs for me.

I don’t give her what she wants so badly, though. Instead, I tease her, touching her everywhere except where she wants me, as I feed her bite after bite. By the time the plate is half empty, she’s a whimpering mess on my lap…and I’m so fucking hard I feel like my dick is going to break in half.

I eat her for dessert while she eats her cake…and break damn near every dish I own when I sweep them off the table to lay her out across it afterward.

She’s the best fucking meal I’ve ever had. I’m pretty sure she agrees.

Chapter Nine

Sutton

The next week passes in a blur. I spend every night in Jordan’s bed. Somehow, he even convinces me to stay when he has to fly out for a game. I pretend to be annoyed about him being so bossy, but in all honesty…I love it.

I love being in his space. I love spending time with him. I love discovering everything I missed. He’s the same he’s always been, but he’s different too. Darker. More demanding. Cranky as hell sometimes, too.

We don’t talk about Jamison. But Jamison certainly does his best to intrude. Every time I turn around, he’s blowing up my phone. Most of the time, I don’t even bother to answer. But after a week of him annoying the hell out of me, I finally pick up.

“What do you want?” I growl, juggling the phone between my ear and shoulder as I try to get ready for Jordan’s game.

“Oh. So you finally decide to answer, huh?” Jamison mutters, sounding pissed. Like I’m the one who did something wrong.

“I’ve been busy fucking your former best friend,” I snap. It’s spiteful, but saying it makes me feel a tiny bit better. It’s also true. We’re fucking like rabbits. “Which I could be doing right now, but you’re on my phone.Again.”

Saying that feels good, too, actually.

“Goddammit, Sutton,” he sighs. “You know he’s just using you to get back at me. You’re going to get your heart broken.”

I stop trying to wiggle into my pants to scowl into space. “Seriously?Nowyou care if I end up with a broken heart? Where was that concern five years ago, big brother?”

“I didn’t fucking know you were in love with him!”

“Right.”

“Sutton, I didn’t know. I swear, I didn’t.”

I actually believe him, dammit. Mostly because I never told him. I guarded that secret like it was the entrance to Fort Knox, afraid of what he’d say if he knew. I was barely eighteen. Jordan was twenty-eight. I never cared about that age gap, but I worried Jamison would shut the whole thing down before I ever had a chance with Jordan if he found out.

He didn’t even know, and he still managed to shut it down before we had a chance. Depressing how that worked out. I refuse to let him do it again now.

“Would it have changed anything had you known?” I ask, genuinely curious.

“I don’t know, okay? Is that what you want to hear? That I was a selfish prick who hurt everyone I ever cared about?” He groans like he’s in actual pain. “Christ, Sutton. I’m trying to make amends. I’m trying to do better.”

“No, you aren’t,” I say softly. Defeated. “You’re trying to assuage your guilt. There’s a difference. Making amends means acknowledging what you did. It means facing the people you hurt. It means being honest. You haven’t done any of those things, Jamison.”

“I talked to him after our game. I apologized.”

“Is that what happened?”

“He didn’t tell you?” Jamison sounds surprised, and I can’t help but roll my eyes.

“The whole world doesn’t revolve around you, you know. We don’t talk about you at all.”

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