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hands. Reno imagined even
after four hours he could still smell Indy’s hot, wet pussy on his fingers. His
cock remained hard and aching. The sounds she made, so familiar, still rang in
his head. The way she clutched him, her hands and her cunt,
like she hadn’t been touched in forever.
    He’d lost his mind for a minute there. He could
freely admit that. Watching her touch and be touched by the guy she was with,
that angered him until he couldn’t see straight.
    On the pull-out sofa bed in his father’s office,
flat on his back, Reno couldn’t sleep. He kept replaying Indy’s words in his
head. She thought he was with Jenna, and he hadn’t corrected her, but he would.
If that was the only thing stopping Indy from making that move with him, he’d
deal with it.
    He still loved Indy, still loved the sounds she made
when she came. He still got weak at the feel of her body clasping him so
fucking tight. He still wanted to stare into her eyes as he slid into her,
watch her pupils dilate and her body move.
    He still craved the feel of her. And damn if he
didn’t almost cream himself when she spoke his name. After all this time, after
where he’d been and all he’d done, he found himself right back here, thinking
of ways to convince Indy to be with him.
    His lashes fell. Images of Indy and that guy would
not go away. He gritted his teeth. He had to do something else. There’d be no
sleeping tonight. Rolling off the bed, he picked up his phone from where he’d
placed it on the floor. In the darkness, he grabbed his jeans and tiptoed out
the room. He pulled on the jeans in the hallway then made his way downstairs.
The house was quiet, his parents already in bed. They were heavy sleepers, so
he’d be okay. He didn’t worry about Jenna waking up. He went outside and made
his way to his car where he unlocked the vehicle and climbed, gently closing
the door behind him. He sat, hands on the steering wheel, phone on his lap, and
contemplated driving over to Indy’s place. She didn’t live all that far away.
    But what was he really thinking? Had he lost his
mind? She’d been on a date, with a man who had his hands all over her. Wishful
thinking had him imagining how tight Indy had been to his touch; wishful
thinking had him imagining she’d go an entire year without anyone in her bed. Indy
was the most sexually adventurous person he’d ever met in his life. There
wasn’t a time when she wasn’t indulging in some dirty and spine-tingling
fantasy. He’d been spoiled by the vigor in which she’d lavished her attentions
on him. She’d held nothing back, and he’d done the same.
    Until she’d ended it.
    Now he had to watch her with somebody else. He’d
seriously thought he was strong enough to see her. He’d thought Jenna being
with him would lessen the impact of locking eyes with Indy. What he’d done instead
was underestimate how much she’d imprinted herself on him.
    With a snarled curse, he snatched the phone and
dialed her number. He actually heard his breaths as his heart beat faster and
faster with each ring. Depressing the lever to force the driver’s seat back,
Reno put a hand over his head and waited.
    “Yes.” Her voice, low and husky
and seductive.
    Reno inhaled. “Is he with you?”
    “Reno.” She sighed. “How does that concern you?”
    “Did you take him home with you?” Reno’s voice rose. Shook. “Did you let him strip you, touch you, fuck
you? I’m not going to ask again.” The anger in his chest was a tight knot. He could
barely breathe through it.
    Silence greeted him. He fought panic and waited.
    “You brought her home. I’m betting you stripped her,
touched her, fucked her,” Indy said evenly. “What should I ask you? What should
I demand of you, Reno?”
    He gritted his teeth and pinched the bridge of his
nose. “Where is he, Indy?”
    “Somewhere,” she said reluctantly. “Not here.”
    “Did you—”
    “No, I did not!” she yelled. “Happy? Are you