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Rory blushed Then felt stupid for it She enty-eight years old This man was her lover It was natural to discuss all sides of sex "No Well, uy you’ve been with has tried to sweet-talk you into giving him a sample of this sweet ass?"

"Nope And I’ve never been the adventurous type who’d just announce to a lover, hey you knoould rab the lube and a corncob for a practice run"

Dalton laughed "Well, don’t kid yourself that you’re not sexually adventurous if you’re willing to stick a corncob up your butt"

"I have no idea where that ca too deeply into that"

"Deal"

"That said, any tiame"

"You’ve had experience with it?"

"Not with you and that’s all that ood for you?" His mouth brushed her ear and he breathed, "Oh yeah, baby, I cana commercial break, Dalton said, "We probably better coether besides sex Like a hobby

Rory gasped dra the hobbyhorse isn’t a real hobby?"

"Shocking, I know," he said dryly Then he pressed a kiss to her teht I won’t try and have my wicked ith you I just sleep better when you’re in irl Retain some control

"I can’t"

Dalton studied her patiently

She could’ve said she needed to spend ti hi no, she reiterated her position--their lives weren’t coue; he couldn’t when he’d told her he no longer offered justifications for his decisions to anyone, but she sensed his disappointment And her supposed victory felt a little hollow

Chapter Sixteen

Dalton hadthe kitchen He’d removed the melamine countertops and ordered marble laminate countertops that’d be delivered next week He’d installed a deeper stainless steel sink He’d painted the walls a khaki green, weird for a kitchen in his opinion, but it hat Sierra wanted Good thing she’d color coordinated everything because he sure wouldn’t have picked half the oddball colors

He’d cracked a beer and was about to hang the refaced cabinet doors when someone knocked at his door

His heart skipped a beat His cock stirred--it had a mind of its ohen it came to Rory--his brain roared MINE, and his body set out to prove it

He opened the door with, "Baby, I’ve told you that you don’t have knock" Except it wasn’t Rory on the threshold but his cousin Ben "Hey, Ben Sorry, I thought you were so as you proain"

"Deal" He stepped back to let him in "Am I on the family’s shit list and they sent the peacemaker to talk some sense intothat held a six-pack He hung his black Carhartt on the coat tree Rory had bought for hi me none of our other cousins have been over to see you?"

Daltonand fished out two bottles of Moose Drool beer "You joining me for a cold one?"

"Sure" He took the beer froot sooin’ on here"

"Not toorent for my fixer-upper skills She buys thelists of what I need to do Keeping me busy so far" Dalton pulled out a chair and sat

Ben followed suit "Looks good You gonna be here long enough to do the whole house?"

"We’ll see"

"I didn’t know you were so handy"

"Neither did I" He shrugged "Like s I’ve had to learn on utted the trailer after Iup than anything else"

"I hear ya" Ben frowned "Don’t remember if I’ve ever been inside your old trailer"

"Probably not Didn’t have drop by visits from anyone back then either"

Ben leaned back in his chair "Fill oin’ on in Dalton’s life"

"That friend of yours, Boden? I kept in touch with hiuide last year before the opening of hunting season, I stepped in Been in Montana ever since" Moping, as Sierra had pointed out<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>