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Her arms went around his neck and held on tight while he took her on a rollercoaster of head angles, open and closed mouths, the taste of each other so intoxicating and turning her body on, that she might be tempted to just go another step further.
Just once to let go and feel. Let her body have a release it hadn’t felt in years.
Maybe it’d help her get a good night’s sleep because she knew damn well sleep wasn’t going to come now.
But Blaze pulled back, he kissed her on the forehead and said, “Our time will come. And when it does, I don’t want any distractions, interruptions, or regrets.”
And that was why she was losing a tiny bit of her heart to him.
The man had more honor in his pinky toe than any other man she’d ever been with.
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TOO MANY WORRIES
“Sorry to stop out like this so late,” Blaze said an hour later.
“Not a problem,” Clay said. “Just cleaning up. Had a wedding end thirty minutes ago. Something else going on with Arden?”
He supposed he was glad his brother pushed off his honeymoon until the end of the summer.
“Hey,” Ash said, moving out from the kitchen with a plate of food. “What are you doing here?”
“Nothing,” he said, looking between his brothers. If he had known Ash was here, maybe he wouldn’t have stopped out.
No, he still would have because he needed to cool his ass down after the last kiss with Arden.
He had her. He could have picked her up and brought her to her room, shut the door and locked it, then had his way.
She wanted it. She all but said it.
But he didn’t want itthatway.
Not when she was reeling from the day she’d had and not when he was ready to kick ass.
If anyone could understand what he was going through, and even help, it was his brother Clay.
Ash? He’d have to let this brother in on it now also.
Which meant Ford would have to be next. Not that his brother the sheriff would get involved in this within city limits, but it might not hurt to have that family support either.
“Might as well tell him,” Clay said. “Because by the look on your face you’re ready to inflict damage, not patch someone up.”
“Feels that way right now.”
“Want a drink?” Clay asked.
“One won’t hurt,” he said, going behind the bar and pulling the draft on a hard cider. Less alcohol than the beer that was on tap. He just needed something to put in his hands before he punched a wall and wouldn’t be able to do his job.
Clay poured himself one, Ash doing the same, the three of them sat on the barstools, no rush or hurry to clean up and get out of there when he knew they both must have been working all day.
That’s what family was. And that was why he was here.
“Blaze has a woman in his life,” Clay started with.
“You do? How come I don’t know that?” Ash said, giving his arm a shove. “And what happened to your hand? You’re always careful with your money makers.”
He snorted. “Fixing a slashed tire,” he said.
