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“Fuck yeah, never felt more alive,” I huffed as her elbow dug into my ribs. I squeezed her to me, rolling us onto our sides so she didn’t get my come all over her. “Be right back.”
When I came back from the bathroom, I found her half asleep, one leg draped over the side of the bed, her hair spilled across the pillow.
“Hey sleepyhead,” I called.
“Hmm?” She opened one eye.
I shook my head, holding back my laughter at the sight of her. I pulled off my jeans and chaps and clambered up the bed, pulling back the duvet so she could snuggle under it.
“I’m gonna let you sleep because I know you’re tired from all your ice cream selling success. But in the morning, we’re going to do this again and I’m going to finish inside you.”
“Sounds great.” She smiled at me sleepily and patted my cheek.
“I’m so proud of you, Gertrude.” I dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose, then snuggled under the covers with her and pulled her into me. She slung one arm around me and buried her face in my chest. A moment later, her snuffling snores greeted me, and I fell asleep, more content than I had ever felt.
Chapter Thirty-One
Gertie
I didn’t want to wake up.
I was snuggled in Tate’s strong arms, my ear pressed to his warm chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. So solid, so vital and so alive. His scent teased me, tantalized me and made me want a taste but I needed to put my libido on hold because something was bothering me, big time.
Tate had managed to distract me all night, like he knew I wanted to have a conversation. Every time I opened my mouth, he did something that gave me an orgasm.
Not that I was complaining. As someone who went without for so long, I’m more than grateful. But he was hiding behind it because he didn’t want to have a difficult conversation and if we’re going to have a real relationship, friendship…whatever…then difficult conversations needed to be had.
“Are you awake?” I whispered, placing a soft kiss to the center of his chest.
He made a rumbling sound which I assumed was yes, but the poor man was exhausted; he’d been up all night doing the Lord’s work.
Rolling onto my front, I swept my hair off of my face and found him peeking at me with one eye open, the other squeezed shut.
“Don’t tell me you want to goagain?” A slow, salacious smirk lifted one side of his mouth, and I nearly screamedyes!at the sight of that sleepy smile. But no, I was sore. I needed recovery and more importantly, I needed answers.
I pushed out a shaky breath, nibbling on my cuticle. “Can we talk about last night?”
He closed his one eye. “What about it?” His tone was resigned.
I sat up, wrapping my arm around my knees and reaching for his hand, wanting to be connected while I talked to him. I played with his long fingers, pressing the fleshy tips and linking ours together.
“Why did you treat Jake like that?”
His eyes popped open. “Who’s Jake?”
“Your half-brother, Jake.”
He sat up, pulling his hand away. “How do you know his name? EvenIdon’t know his name.”
“You don’t know hisname?Tate.” I shook my head, stunned. “They came over and bought ice cream. I spoke to them.”
His eyes widened. “Youspoketo them?”
“Yes. They were customers, Tate, I couldn’t ignore them.”
“When you say them…do you meanhimtoo?” he spat, bitterness lining each word.
I paused, not sure how to handle his reaction. “I did.”
