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sucking, nibbling, zoning in on the places that made her moan the loudest. Her hands found my hair and pulled, holding me tight against her. I was surrounded by her scent and her warmth. I was drowning in her.
     
    I climaxed hard and fast when I heard her start to pant. Groaning, writhing into the mattress, oblivious to the pain, I brought her over the edge and memorized the sound of her cries, my name spilling so sweetly and passionately from her lips.
     
    Fuck, the girl would turn me into a romantic if I ate her out too often.
     
    “Shit,” she said. Her thighs shook as she moved aside and dropped to the mattress next to me. “Oh, my God. Mallet.” She still trembled, overcome by the force of her orgasm.
     
    She curled up at my uninjured side and buried her face in my neck. “If you’re conjuring up some funny comment-”
     
    “I know,” she said, “Don’t make you laugh.” She loosed a shaky breath. “I can’t think of much of anything right now, anyway. Good God.”
     
    I chuckled and I winced. “Mmm, you think that was good, just wait until I’m healed.”
     
    “Oh, I plan on sticking around for it.”
     
    I wasn’t consumed with all the shitty things I felt about my brother or my father thanks to her simply being around. My problems with them faded when she was with me, when we were alone like this. She could stick around for as long as she liked. If I had my way, she’d never go. She’d stuff my drawer with her things, my closet with her clothes. She could leave her socks and her earrings on any and every surface.
     
    The idea of her moving in was a scary thought. Exciting. Right. But a little scary. Not yet , I told myself, That’s definitely moving too fast . But the thought was there. I listened to her snore softly as she dozed off for a moment. Eventually . Sooner than later.
     
    First I needed to be less of a fuckup. And I needed to end this rivalry with my brother. We’d never be friends but would couldn’t keep going for each other’s throats.
     
    Once that was solved, though… I squeezed her tight. It was hard to believe that only a few days ago I’d been trying to push her away again. To kick her out of my apartment and my life. No more screw-ups , I promised myself, and her, though she couldn’t hear me. I was all in.
     
    But was she? She seemed to be. But I hadn’t gotten the stamp of approval from her friends, yet, and I knew with lots of girls that was pretty damn important.
     
    I wasn’t worried about that, though. If there was one common thread through the Catone men, we knew how to turn on the charm.

CHAPTER 5
     
    The healing process was frustratingly slow, but it was happening. Every day hurt a little less. Soon I’d be able to practice again. God knew I’d need to - I was ready to start climbing the walls. Going from practicing and sparring six days out of seven to doing little to nothing at all for a couple weeks was quite a lifestyle adjustment, to put it lightly.
     
    On top of that, I found myself oddly stressed about meeting Riley’s friends. I never had any problem introducing her to mine. Mostly it was because she was involved with Surly’s sister’s band so we had mutual connections, and also because I never expected anything between us to last.
     
    I met her at work. It was a week after I’d spoken to Tony in my lobby, and I was still bothered by how he’d left things. Not bothered enough to seek him out, but bothered. I’d never been to Picklebackers before and almost had trouble finding the place. It was one of those “too cool” places without a sign out front.
     
    “He’s here!” Riley announced when I walked in. The place was too clean for my tastes but it was pretty packed. Despite her announcement and her smile, she never stopped moving. Pouring beer and taking money at a bar that was three customers deep.
     
    I was too early. I thought the crowd would have thinned out at an hour from closing, but I was wrong. She was there with