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slammed through his pulsing blood. Aching desire that had been denied far too long squeezed his balls and he thrust harder, faster.
    Her strong thighs held his hips. Her insides gripped him. He thrust through her orgasm and then gave into his with a final stroke. Gripping heat flooded through his cock wrapped in her tight entrance. The orgasm of his life stroked through his body, left his limbs trembling and numb in its wake. His mind wrapped around the taste of her on his tongue. The feel of her holding his cock and the fog of nothing but Flora surrounded his body.
    He rolled to the side so he wouldn’t squish her as he collapsed. Air escaped his lungs. Heart pounded hard against his chest. He reached over and pulled sweating hair from her cheeks. She stared at the ceiling. An occasional blink would interrupt her stare. Yeah. He stared at the ceiling. He needed a moment too.
    The pounding pulse slowed. His vision cleared and his breath calmed. He wrapped a few strands of hair around his finger, but didn’t pull. “You okay?”
    She nodded on a deep breath. He leaned over and left a quick kiss on her mouth. “I’m going to clean up. Be right back.”
    She smiled at him, but it was a smile he wasn’t sure about. Not her standard kind of smile with that amusing, mysterious turn of her lips. But then, he had brought her to three orgasms with his mad sex skills. He nearly said that aloud, but then she’d probably never have sex with him again. So he slipped from the bed and entered the bathroom.
    Alone, he took a moment and leaned over the sink. Holy shit was the best he could come up with.
    Just as he wet a rag, a slam rattled through his trailer. He dropped the rag and opened the bathroom door to find his bed empty. Barely an indent was left on his pillow.
    “Flora?”
    There was no answer. He started toward to the living room, suspecting, but not wanting to believe it. An engine turned over and he ran through his living room, but it was too late. Headlights moved across his windows and were gone with the rumble of an engine heading down the road. Her clothes that had been on the floor were gone. The chair and his belt were there, the only things saying it had definitely been real.
    He rubbed over his head and moved back to his bedroom. Light blue panties lay on his bedroom floor. He sat and lifted them. Her scent strong on the scrap of fabric he’d been close to ripping in two. The smell filled his blood and left him shuddering with renewed interested.
    What the hell?

Chapter Six

    “Jesus Christ.” Trent stood, grabbed his breakfast plate and coke. “You and Lane. Both a couple whiney ass bitches. Lane I get. He’s not getting laid. You have no excuse.”
    Jacob sat back in his booth and flipped his brother the bird. Hell, if his brother went through the sex night Jacob had, he’d understand. Not everyone was cut out for Trent’s level of control.
    Trent shook his head. “Oh, yeah. That helps a lot. I’m going to eat breakfast in peace. When I’m done, try and have your head out of your ass so we can get to work.”
    “Fuck off.” Jacob thumped a fleck of paper from his straw across the table while Trent walked through the maze of tables and into the kitchen. A moment of peace wasn’t given to him though as Tonya approached in his wake. She stared down at him. His plate of biscuits and gravy and bacon was in her hands and held up in the air away from him. What now? He raised his brow at her and waited.
    After several seconds, she slid the plate on the table. “Rough night?”
    “Great night. Shitty ending.” She’d left. Just left. “Yours?”
    She smiled. “Productive. Got caught up on billing and the mail. Your brother is quite the shredding machine.”
    He frowned. “Shredding?”
    “Paperwork. You and Flora disappeared. Lane took Gretchen home. Trent stayed and shredded paper for me while I worked.”
    “Just…shredded paper?”
    She frowned at him. “Yeah.”
    Well, that explained