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Sawyer is anxious to get home, and I let him rush us. I let him drive so I can shoot off some texts. This needs to get done, and it needs to get done fast.
And the men can’t know anything about it. I hate to have to do this. My gut clenches. They’ll try and stop me.
But I can’t let them. Not this time.
Chapter 80
Cali
Itake a shower after our run. Miles pops in while I’m there and fucks me against the shower wall. I’m fully satisfied and exhausted by the time we’re done. Miles offers me a razor, and I accept. He looks on disapprovingly as I clean up a bit, and when he turns the water off, I laugh and shoo him out so I can do my hair in peace. The curls are getting beyond messed up using men’s shampoo all the time.
“Let me help,” Miles pouts, crossing his arms, still gloriously naked. I glance over his ripped body, dark with tattoos.
“Are you the hairdresser, or am I?” I raise an eyebrow. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
“You can teach me.”
I finger my hair in exasperation. “How about you get me a comb, a blow dryer with a diffuser, and some fucking conditioner.”
Miles laughs, and then his eyes grow serious. “Wait.” He darts out of the room and returns with his phone. “Say it again.”
I glance at him. He looks at me seriously. “You’re going to have to tell me exactly what you need. I don’t understand any of this.”
Is he serious? Warmth floods through me. I list off a few of the essentials.
“Great!” Miles eyes me again, lust apparent on his face.
Despite myself, I laugh and shove him back. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
He grins. “I’ll see if the boys are still in town. They can pick that up.” He throws me one more heated look, then steps out of the bathroom.
I let out a breath. I feel…happy. I glance at myself in the foggy mirror. My eyes are bright, and my skin is flushed from the run and the heat and…Miles. Goddamn, Miles. How long has it been since I’ve felt this happy? I honestly don’t remember.
I pick my fingers through my curls. I work through my hair for a while, trying to get the worst of the tangles out. It doesn’t feel nearly as good as when Miles does it.
When I finally step out of the bathroom, I’m cold. I search Miles’ dresser for some clothes to wear. Weiner meows, rubbing between my legs.
“I know you’re hungry. I’ll get something out of the fridge.”
I hear Miles’ door open.
I throw some boxers on. “Hey, could you also get…”
It’s not Miles. I jump, covering my tits with my arm.
Ryder looks me up and down, his gaze heated. For a second, we stare at each other. Then he shoves his hands in his pockets. “Miles went to the store.”
“Oh.” I scramble to find a shirt. I’m not sure why. He’s looking at me with a mixture of heat and something I can’t quite place. Last night rolls over me in a wave of lust.
Fuck. I can’t be feeling that for him. He’s an ass.
Ryder watches me silently as I finish dressing. I feel the heat creep across my skin under his dark stare.
“Do you…need something?” I ask.
Ryder continues to watch me. “Do you still want to run?”
I freeze, staring at him. His dark eyes are a mystery. I can’t tell what he’s feeling.
