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I pull back and angle her hips perfectly as I slide deeply into her heat. My eyes cross from the overwhelming sensation. She cries out into her pillow when I’m fully inside her. I work in and out of her before I slip one of my hands around her body and rubtight circles around her clit. She cries out and comes, and it takes everything in me not to follow. I continue thrusting into her, over and over, through her orgasm and up to another. This time, when she screams my name, her hands clutching for purchase on the sheets, I come deep inside her. The thought of knocking her up enters my mind, but I won’t do that to her. She has plans, and I want her to accomplish them.

An hour later, we’re standing in my kitchen, and my mother walks in.

“Would you like me to make something special for your brother tonight?” She turns to Presley.

I watch my sprite for a moment to see if she’s going to deny what we discussed earlier.

“His favorite food is beef stroganoff. I was going to learn how to make it, but I haven’t yet.”

“I’ll teach you. Do you want to run to the market with me? We can walk around and pick out some veggies to go with dinner. And some fresh bread.”

“That sounds wonderful.” Presley smiles.

I know she likes staying here with my mom. My mom loves it; she always wanted a daughter to teach. Win and I learned to cook from her, but having a girl is different.

We finish our breakfast, then load up in my mom’s car for the farmers’ market. I follow behind them, pulling the folding wagon Mom uses when she visits the two markets around Key West. Watching my sprite and my mom brings a warmth to my chest. My mom points out a booth for them to check out, and Presley laughs at something she says. When she turns to look for me, Ismile back at her. This right here is a moment I want forever. The two most important women in my life, happy and together.

A couple of hours later, Presley fidgets with the leg of her jeans as I park at the airport. The plane is due to land in fifteen minutes, and since Griff is flying alone, she has to go get him from the gate.

We walk in together, our hands laced together. “It will be okay, baby. I think he’ll like staying at my place. I have game systems, and Otto said he’d come over and hang out a couple of days too.”

“I just don’t know what to do. He’s only ten years old. My father said he’ll be confused when we break up.”

I stop in the middle of the airport and turn her into my body. “Do you plan to break up with me?” I ask the question I dreaded the answer to a couple of months ago. I knew then she had an expiration date for us. Now, I don’t think so. I’m not going to let her get away from me.

She moistens her lips, and I want to kiss her, but we don’t have time for me to get lost in her.

She shakes her head. “No, I don’t plan on it. If we have to do distance, I think it will be okay. But Dr. Miller already said he’s putting in the paperwork to become my advisor, and with my focus changing to dolphins, it should go through.” She reaches up and presses her palm against my cheek. “I don’t see myself ending this, but what about you?”

“Never happening.”

This time, I can’t stop myself and lean down to press my lips to hers. We break apart and continue to the desk. Presley hands her ID to the airline representative, and she receives the documentation she needs to pass through security to get to Griff’s gate.

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

PRESLEY

Standing in the kitchen with Flo, I watch my brother and Ham playing video games. But that’s not the reason I’m fidgety and hiding in the kitchen. Clara is here. After Ham called my father and told him we were going to stay with him and that he better get used to him, my father informed him that Clara would be here for Thanksgiving. I couldn’t figure out why she would leave Miami and all her droves of friends to come down—until now. She’s been mooning over Ham all day since she arrived. She keeps touching him, and I really want to rip her hands off.

Even now, as they sit on the sofa, she’s practically on his lap. She didn’t come to spend time with Griff. She came to try to steal my boyfriend.

I reach out and grab another carrot off the veggie platter and snap it between my fingers.

“Oh, Ham, that’s so funny. You’re so good at this,” Clara coos and touches him again.

“He doesn’t even care about her. Watch him,” Flo says next to me, and I look up at her in shock. But she points, and I watch asHam moves. He stands up and moves to the other side of Griff, putting him between them.

“Here, buddy, sit with your sister,” Ham says, and when he turns to look at me, I smile softly. “I’ll be right back.” Ham stalks to me and pulls me into his arms. “How much longer?” he whispers in my ear as he nibbles my neck. I’m so glad he’s not taken with her at all. Most guys fall at Clara’s feet with her beautiful red hair and curvy body. He pulls back and kisses me deeply.

“Ugh, you guys, stop, there’s a kid present,” Clara says as she stomps over to the counter.

“It’s okay. He’s always kissing Leylee.” Griff walks over to the counter just as the doorbell rings.

Flo walks to the door and opens it up for Walker, Hanna, and her family. Her parents came back down for the holiday. Otto walks in behind them. I help Liz with the tray she’s carrying.

Ham introduces everyone, and we proceed to have a wonderful dinner. I love the feeling of family with everyone around. This is what I missed growing up. Even before my mother died, we never had friends over for dinner like this or spent time together. My father was always busy working over the holidays. He’d say that whales don’t know it’s Christmas—or whatever holiday it was.

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