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“Found it!” she proclaims loud enough that anyone nearby would hear.

I’m still panting as I tuck my softening dick back into my jeans.

“April? I lean on my elbow, still weak and shaky.

“Yes?” She bats her eyes innocently, then wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb and sucks on it.

I knew I’d be addicted. I just had no idea what a perfect drug she would be. “I fucking love you.”

Chapter 38

April

It’s funny how fast I not only grew used to sleeping with him, but now I wake up when I can’t touch him.

The soft murmur of his voice comes from the living room. After tossing on a tank top and shorts, I’m drawn to the low croon of his words.

His smile when he sees me will never get old.

Especially accompanied by him pointing to the counter where a fresh cup of coffee sits for me.

“We’ll be over in a bit.” He ends the call with whoever he was talking to, and moves behind me, his bare chest pressing against the thin fabric of my t-shirt. “Morning, Frosty.” His lips touch lightly on the back of my neck. “Mason needs to talk to me, so invited us over for breakfast.”

I don’t want to admit I’m secretly addicted to Lori’s amazing cooking, although it’ll never beat the chicken parm at Chinos…or the dessert I got last time I was there.

It has been nice to finally get the chance to do some of my own here. The bacon I have thawed I was planning on using will be perfectly fine for another day.

Maybe I’ll use it for dinner.

There’s never a bad time for bacon.

“Do I need to bring anything?” Having access to my bank account again is liberating. There’s enough cushion in there I don’t need to stress for a little while, but simply enjoy this time with Ford until he has to go back to the cabin in a few days.

The thought makes my stomach roll.

I might just have to go with him. I don’t think I want to sleep alone ever again.

“Nah, Mason has everything he could ever want.” His arms squeeze around my waist a little tighter. “Just like I do.” With a growling nip to my ear, he chuckles and pulls away.

Warmth spreads through my chest, settling the queasy doubt.

Shrugging into a flannel shirt that hugs his biceps, he folds open the fly of his jeans to tuck in the tails, giving me a glimpse of the bulge of his thick dick.

I’m obsessed. Even a quick flash makes my pussy quiver. But I’ll have to wait to indulge until after we get back home.

Home.

It feels like more of one here than it ever did at Dad’s. Maybe I knew somewhere deep inside I was never suited for suburban life. Being stuck in the rows of houses just didn’t call to me like the cows in the pasture, or the sun rising over the mountains to glint off the fields of snow.

The crisp bite of the December air doesn’t hit the same either.

It’s refreshing, filling me with an eagerness to enjoy every moment.

Or maybe it’s the steady heat of Ford’s firm grip on my hand as we navigate the ice-dotted walk to the main house, while Roscoe trots alongside.

His knock is brief before he pushes the heavy oak door open into the bustle of the McCullough family.

Paisley squeals when we enter, holding up a plastic horse and pretending to let it gallop through the sky as Char watches with a tired smile from the couch.

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