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“I was still underage, so I would have ended up in foster care soet their hooks in me For about a year, I lived on the streets in New Orleans Rip foundin this ratty old book I had He took pity on me and hired me to keep the place clean Eventually, I apprenticed with him”

Her gaze bore into his as if to say, “Go ahead, pity me I dare you” But he never would Many of his brothers had shit backgrounds, so the stories rown men cry Survive, overcome, move on That’s what people did with shitty circumstances

It was clear how Izzy hadas fuck Made her capable of taking care of herself and surviving the harsh realities of the world Hell, if his wife had been half as tough as Izzy, ht would have turned out very differently

Shit He peered into his ehts like that had invaded his conscious

“Hey,” Izzy said, cutting through his ot a funny look on your face You good?”

“Yeah” He polished off his drink “You’re pretty fucking fierce, you know that, Iz?”

A slow sainst his own Looked like she appreciated the coeous

“You’re not so bad yourself, Jig”

He glanced down suddenly when he realized their hands were still intertwined The air between thee electricity The cheround Friendship and chemistry—sounded like a recipe for a relationship neither was able to accept

Orgasms That’s what he needed A warm, wet place to sink his cock and lose himself That’s all he wanted, and that’s all he’d allow himself with her Ti it back to the safety of the physical

Leaning forward, Jig reached out and hooked a finger into the collar of her sweatshirt One little tug, and her mouth was millimeters from his “Not topussy I’ve ever tasted”