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“Decide?” I looked at him quizzically.

“Yeah. Decide if two days is enough.”

He walked out of the room and my jaw dropped.

22

Blake

What the fuck was I thinking? This girl had me on some damn high I couldn’t come down from. She was the one who broke me. The one who made me the man I was now.

And I was going to go for more?

I pulled into the grill. There was a line of cars. The same fishermen had been coming here for forty years. My dad used to be one of them. I felt my forehead furrow.

He was the one I was angry with. The man who had threatened the girl I loved. The man who had sent my child away from me. The man I had worshipped my entire life. The one I couldn’t stop grieving for in silence.

One of the guys in the parking lot waved at me as he walked to his truck. I couldn’t sit out here all morning.

I walked inside and ordered half the menu. Sierra didn’t even have crackers in that house. I needed food.

On the mile drive back to the house I kept my eyes on the water. I turned onto the gravel drive and raced up the stairs, clutching the white paper sacks of food.

My heart stopped in my chest when I opened the door.

She smiled. Her gorgeous blond hair fell around her shoulders. Her breasts perked and her long slender legs covered the length of the bed. The white sheets twisted around her creamy skin.

I dropped the bags on the floor and dove toward the bed.

She giggled. “That took forever.”

“You didn’t move.”

“You told me not to,” she answered.

“Fuck, Sierra. You’re killing me.”

She brushed the hair off my forehead. “That’s pretty much the opposite of what I want to do today.”

The sheet slipped off her shoulder completely. My eyes landed on her nipple. Sierra caught my expression and nuzzled under me, offering her breast, pressing it toward my lips.

My tongue lashed out over it. I’d never turn down that offer. She had the most amazing breasts I’d ever seen on a woman.

“Mmm,” she mewed.

I sucked her hardened peak in my mouth, flicking my tongue over it rapidly.

“Oh, oh.” She breathed. Her hands pressed into the back of my head.

I lifted my eyes to her. “I’ve decided.”

“What’s that?” she asked lazily. Her hands were on my crotch, trying to free my cock.

“Two days isn’t enough.”

She pushed the shorts off my hips and freed my shaft. Slowly she scooted down the bed until she was just under me. Her lips played with the head of my shaft. I groaned.

“I’m trying to talk to you.” I never fucking talked. Why was she making this so damn hard?