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“What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asked her.

“Jenny.”

“Well, Jenny, I’m Neil. Tell me, do you think we have control over our destinies, or are they out of our hands?”

She looked at him, and then smiled softly.

“Oh, I believe our destiny is already written in stone.”

“Interesting. Maybe we’ll find out if that’s true tonight or not.”

He looked straight ahead and planned his game. Perhaps tonight wasn’t a waste after all. He would prove to Jenny that he had the power to control destiny. He held her life in his hands.

Chapter 7

When Alana got out of the shower, Geno was there to greet her. He licked his lips before he wrapped her in a towel and helped to dry her off.

“Feel better?” he asked her.

“Yes, and you?” she challenged him.

Geno knew he’d acted angry and jealous all night and that Alana had picked up on it. But he was new to being in a committed relationship and feeling so close and attached to Alana.

He gripped her hips and held her in place.

“I was fine. I’m fine now.”

“You were being a jerk before.” She stepped from his hold and walked closer to the counter. She ran her fingers through her hair and then held his gaze through the reflection in the mirror.

“I don’t like other men flirting with you and suggesting you go to the local motel with them to fuck,” he snapped at her.

She turned around. Her towel loosened, and she held it against her chest. It barely covered her breasts and exposed both of her thighs. His mouth watered, and his dick hardened.

“Geno, I never fucked every guy who suggested it to me. Why would I do that now?”

He couldn’t believe her attitude. He deserved it. She was right. But it still pissed him off that guys would actually suggest it.

He stepped into her space but didn’t touch her. He could feel the power between them, the lust, the desire, and it wouldn’t be long before he had his dick deep into her pussy, claiming her and easing his anger and fears.

“I don’t like it, okay? I don’t like other men wanting what’s mine and my team’s.”

She took a deep breath then released it, as if she were contemplating his words.

Then she reached up and cupped his cheek. She had to stand up on tiptoes to reach him, and she still was only tall enough to kiss his chin and lower lip.

“None of them matter but you, Jeb, Jaxon, Gator, and Gabe. None of them.”

He lifted her up into his arms, and she straddled his waist.

“I’m new at this whole commitment thing, and at having such strong feelings for a woman. I can’t promise that I won’t blow my stack or get jealous. I can’t promise that I won’t need to fuck you so damn hard and deeply that you only have me and the feel of my cock deep inside of your pussy imbedded in your head.”

“Oh God, Geno. I love when you’re deep inside of me. I need you all the time. I need all of you.”

He thrust his hips as he smiled.

“That’s exactly what I need right now.”

He carried her out of the bathroom and entered the bedroom. Jaxon was lying on the edge of the bed, stroking his cock, and Jeb was undressing.