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And that thought got my bare pussy wet Wetter

Gibson’s nostrils flared

“Yeah,” I htly out of breath “They’re safe”

Roscoe didn’t look convinced, so I flashed an apologetic set my stuff”

“You bail, I’ht’s shift,” Roscoe snapped

“Don’t talk to her that—” Ben began, but Gibson cut in “Not a problem”

Not a problem for him I doubted he had bills he couldn't pay I needed the cash, but I also didn’t think they were going to let e without a bar brawl

“I’ll go clean outto the ladies’ roo area for the dancers at Hoedown

I didn’t bother to changeto examine if it was because I didn’t want to put on a new pair of panties after my oh-so-dominant new mate had stripped off the last ones and commanded I remain bare I couldn’t help it if surrender was infrom my locker and met Ben and Gibson at the door

Gibson took ed ently on ood care of you”

I didn’t answer I was sure he believed that, but good care could be interpreted in many different ways What if we had different definitions? My father hadn’t taken good care of my mother When I was little, she’d been a stay-at-hoht she would need a career outside the hoer, he just up and left She’d been scra ever since

She’d quickly gotten underwater on herto find a job that paid otten an after-school job and worked—helping her pay the bills—ever since College had never been an option At a certain point, I’d realized living with her wasn’t healthy, and I’d e and other surprise bills My wages as a ski instructor and rafting guide and the money from my little juice bar stand barely paid my own rent, which was how I ended up at Hoedown The cash was good, and the hours didn’t conflict with my other work

“Listen” He cupped my face and ran his thumb across my cheek

I didn’t mean to, but my body automatically responded to his touch, and I leaned into his hand My gaze n

“I feel you tre, kitten,” he murmured His voice was deep but the tone soft “I know you’re not sure about us But you do believe you’re safe, right?”