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Charmaine’s long-suffering sigh has been perfected over the years. She wields it now, to great effect. “Sweetie. Honey. Darling. You are in so much denial, it is painful to watch. Which must mean, you still have feelings for her. The question is, what are you going to do about those feelings?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely nothing.”

She shakes her head and informs me that I’m paying for dinner because I’m an idiot.

Fair.

I take care of the check and walk Charmaine to her car. She’s in casual clothes, jeans and a nice top, which makes me see her differently. “You look healthier,” I say. “What’s different?”

“Other than dropping a hundred eighty pounds by leaving Matthew?”

“Yeah, other than that.”

“Well, that’s pretty much it. I’m in therapy, and I’m going to the gym a healthy amount instead of the non-stop classes I was taking before. Also, getting to work with my baby brother is a plus.” She shrugs. “I’m happier.”

“Well, it shows. You look great.”

“Thanks, Scrody.” She stands on her tiptoes and ruffles my hair.

I consider pulling her into a headlock and giving her a noogie, because I’m big enough to do that now, but we would get too many alarmed looks from passersby.

She sees the temptation on my face and laughs. “Don’t even try it. People will stop you because the big, scary man is attacking the innocent, frail woman.”

I salute her with my middle finger as she drives off. She’s infuriating, but she’s my sister.

It’s only after ten when I get home, so I’m surprised that all the lights are dim. I walk through the living room and stop dead. Alice and Landon are on the couch, lying down together. He’s spooning her from behind, with her curvy body tucked up against him. His arms are around her.

They look so content, but there’s more to it than that. Intimate. They look like they could be having sex. Alice’s tits are practically spilling out the front of her shirt. I want to bury my face in them, find her nipples, bite and suck.

Fuck. Fuck. If they were naked, it’d be the perfect position for him to fuck her. I’d kneel in front of the couch and lick her while he does it. She’d come so fucking hard…would she scream? Shake and shudder for minutes afterward? Would she grab my head and smother me against her pussy?

Goddamn it, I’m so hard, it’s painful.

I hurry down the hall to my bathroom and start the shower, stripping out of my clothes as fast as possible. I get in before the water’s fully warm, but the cold does nothing to cool my lust.

My cock is in my hand before I’m even conscious of doing it. My mind is filled with images of Landon and Alice together, of me joining them on that couch.

Stroke after stroke. I come faster than I should, groaning as my balls empty.

My dick is hard again before my come has washed down the drain.

16

ALICE - THEN

I woke up with an ache in my shoulders that wouldn’t fade, no matter how I squirmed. My ankle hurt, too—the blankets were too heavy on my feet, twisting me.

My sleep had sucked. Brayden, who usually kept me awake with his snoring, had remained quiet. I shouldn’t be so tired. Why didn’t I sleep well? Everything hurt.

I stretched, wondering if I could stay in bed today. Feign a headache.

But as I moved, scratchy fabric slid over my skin. The scent of mothballs and pine filled my nose.

I froze. This wasn’t my bed, or my house. This wasn’t my nightgown.

I opened my eyes, and a large, man-sized lump lay on a cot next to mine. It wasn’t Brayden, though.

A flash of the trail at Blackberry Park. A man stepping out of the shadows, a mask covering most of his face.