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“She doesn’t know yet.”

Max paused again. “What do you mean, she doesn’t know?”

“It’s just never come up.” I tried to be casual.

“Well, please tell her before you sleep together. If you really like her, she might want to know what she’s getting into. Because we are a lot.”

“It’s kind of too late for that,” I confessed.

Max let out an exasperated sigh. “Bro…it hasn’t even been a week.”

“So, you think it’s too soon?” I was questioning everything.

“I’m not saying that,” Max said. “I’m saying I don’t know. You deserve to be happy. But I’m divorced after dating for two years and married for one. So, I might not be the best source.”

“She and Dad did you dirty.” Thinking about how my dad was fucking my brother’s wife made me hate him even more. “You didn’t deserve that.”

“I know,” Max sighed. “We didn’t deserve any of the bullshit Dad put us through. You should ask Grandpa when you see him later today. He made his marriage to Grandma work in this craziness that is our family.”

“That’s probably the best advice. Thanks, Max.”

I hung up and crawled back into bed with Gabbie. She curled into me and pressed a kiss on my chest.

“What time is it?” Her voice was barely audible.

“It’s a little after five,” I said, pressing a tender kiss on her lips. “Too early to wake up.”

“Mmm.” She wrapped her arms around me, guiding me between her thighs. “Not too early for this.

My dick twitched and sprung to attention, ready and eager to be inside her again. The warmth of her walls engulfed me as we kissed and fell into a slow, deep rhythm. This woman could have me anyway, anytime. I was hers.

Chapter 11

Gabbie

The morning light filtered in slowly, casting soft golden lines across the rumpled sheets. I stirred first to the scent of him, not fully waking, just enough to shift closer, my cheek brushing the bare skin of his chest. His arm tightened around me without thinking.

My eyes fluttered open, squinting against the spill of morning light, and there he was, hair a mess, our bare legs tangled together.

God, he was beautiful in the morning. Rumpled and real. Mine for a bit longer. I was hoping for forever.

I shifted closer, my bare leg rubbing his, just to see if he’d stir. He didn’t, not yet. So, I rested my chin lightly on his chest and whispered, “Are you asleep, or just pretending so I don’t make you get up?”

His lips twitched, the faintest grin. “If I say sleep, do I get ten more minutes to lie naked with you?”

“I wish. But you have to go see your grandfather.”

He cracked one eye open, slipping his hand up my thigh. “Cruel woman. Can I at least get a little something to eat first?”

“Maybe just a little,” I said, smiling as he began pecking little kisses slowly and lazily down my body. “I know how much you like it.”

He groaned, pleased, attempting to fully get between my thighs.

“No, I’m kidding. You need to go,” I whined. He was so hard to resist. After the night we had, our bodies just craved being together. He rested his head on my bare belly, and the quiet moment between us was grounding and real.

“Seriously, though,” I said, voice softer now, “what time do you have to leave?”

“Now,” he muttered, pressing a tiny kiss on my nipple before getting up and kissing me.

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