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A lother soft, sweet lips to ht I knew I couldn’t stay, but I didn’t want to stop, either

"Jared," a deep male voice threatened, and we both jerked our heads to the door

Shit Tate’s dad

I sighed, shaking h the closed door "We’ll see you for dinner to, but what could I tell him?

Hey, I need your daughter for about three hours or until she passes out from exhaustion? Or, would you mind if I slept over, because I never sleep so well as when Tate’s lips are buried in o over really well "Yes, sir," I responded, and I could feel Tate’s body shaking with silent laughter

I looked back to her "I guess I need to go"

She heldher nose to mine "I know," she said reluctantly "Thank you for my bracelet"

I climbed off the bed and kissed the hell out of her before we said goodbye She da at me like she wanted to eat me

But I did as I was told--for now--and clih the tree

Noas actually thrilled that Mr Brandt had never cut this thing down

Wait…he hed to h hts

The hard-on inher back toainstat the screen, I had an urge to flush it down the toilet

KC

Chapter 39

I groaned

It was late, and she and I weren’t chatty What the hell did she want?

Sliding the screen, I answered "Yeah?"

"I have so, her voice slow and sultry and way too unnerving

I straightened"I’ on the shower

"Oh, you will be" I could hear the smile in her voice "I’m at Madoc’s house Hurry or we’ll start without youuuu"

Jesus I wasn’t one to judge, but KC could be a little stupid soht noever, she just seemed drunk

"Put hi the drain

I heard her giggle before the rustle on the other end

"Dude, just get over here," Madoc laughed, keeping his voice low "You’ll want a piece of this"

What the fk? "Of KC?"

"What?" Madoc got defensive "KC’s awesoht now I’ll give you a hint His naot hot

"So get your fking ass over here!" he shouted atto laugh and kick souess KC wasn’t stupid, after all

I had no idea how she wound up with Nate--and at Madoc’s house--but it was perfect

I would pound the shit out of hiht of how she’d cried, having to face her father last week Or of how I’d escorted her to every class to make sure no one said shit to her

Every tear down her face, every shake of her chest, and every time she’d closed her eyes in embarrassment was pain that I’d caused Nate and Piper didn’t have a probleainst me

I walked into the spare bedrooht?"

After we’d gone into Chicago today for Tate’s present, he’d crashed at h I hated that he wasn’t with us, I was relieved his foster parents were lenient with the visitations He’d slept over every night this week, driving an hour to school every day

"Hell, yes," he ot out of bed

He pulled his hair back into a long ponytail, and we both slipped into our Trent trade out the door My rab Tate and take her along, but it was better that she stayed ho her into more trouble

We climbed into my nearly repaired Boss, and set out

Jax yawned at my side as we cruised the slick, black streets to the other side of town

"You don’t get in until late, and you’re always up early You need limpses of him out of the corner of my eye

He shook his head "You should talk I wake up to you cussing in the fking shower at two airl and take her for a nice, long drive to for it as badly as you"