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had asked.
    “She’s my bodyguard,” was all he could think to reply.
    He’d always wanted to be the one who shielded her, but she was so much stronger than he was. He supposed that came from not having a father who’d convinced you that you were shit every day of your life. Alec could remember wishing his father had been an alcoholic so he could blame the way he’d treated him on something. As it was, Alec only had himself to blame.
    “You didn’t have to say that,” he said when the cheerleaders had left.
    “I might not have had the courage to in high school, but there is no way I’m letting that shit go now.”
    His eyebrows shot up.
    “What? You shouldn’t, either.”
    He knew she was right, but the part of him that was still that same scared boy wanted the attention of those women. Even if they didn’t deserve it, he needed to know that he did. It was the only thing that kept him going most days, kept the echoes of his father’s words quiet. Look how many people love me. Look how many people think I am special.
    He wondered how much longer he would carry that little boy around. At twenty-nine he was getting exceptionally heavy.
    Valerie’s arm pinched at his side, reminding him they were currently participating in the damn obstacle course. He couldn’t believe he’d agreed. He was not a rule follower. But he needed distraction. He actually needed Reece’s stupid activities.
    If he and Valerie had stayed in the room, they would have fucked. The one time she’d mandated finished and over hour one. If sex between them was only happening once, he wanted to savor it. Build the need he already felt. Crave the taste of her a little longer.
    He tried to concentrate on the race, but all he could think of as the rope burned the skin of his ankle was tightening that same rope around Valerie’s wrists, pulling her taut to that headboard, so he could use his tongue to make her even crazier than he had that morning. Or maybe if she really was the dirty girl he thought she was, she’d tie him up.
    Her brown hair was up in a ponytail, a bright pink tank top and black shorts over her adorable little ass. A white bra strap slanted over one shoulder like a finger, beckoning.
    He’d given a lot of women orgasms over the years, but he’d never quite delighted in it as much as he had with Valerie. He wanted her to feel good because she was his friend, and because her body demanded to be worshipped. Not just the outside of her, either. Not just her skin like hot white sugar, her tits perky and the perfect handful, her smooth stomach, and her pussy. There was something inside her, too, that he’d never realized until he’d started to release it—a flame on low that his attention had turned to a raging blaze—that kept him close and humming like a moth now.
    He needed to stop, to remember where they were. What they were doing. His pants were way too tight. If the boner that threatened to rip got to full mast, his entire high school graduating class would see it.
    “Hurry up,” Val directed, waking him from his fantasy. “Faster,” she insisted, sparking a new one. Faster falling from her lips as his cock entered her again and again and again. He had an idea of how it would feel. His tongue and fingers remembering she was tight, wet, and as quick to respond as a servant… Stop—he had to make himself stop.
    “I’m going as fast as I can.” He wobbled along with her. “You seriously care about winning this thing?”
    “If I play,” she huffed, “I win.”
    Typical Val; he always admired her confident spirit and belief that she deserved to win. He’d never thought that about himself, even with all he had accomplished.
    Why was he still carrying that little boy? He was a famous rock star, for fuck’s sake. His father didn’t have the power to tamp out his destiny any more. But, being with all these people, being in this town, was bringing the tyrannical thumb of his father right back, choking his larynx.