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unbelievable pleasure hovered just out of his reach. “A little deeper, darlin’.”
    Since his cock was already deep in her throat, she must have figured out he meant her finger and pushed farther inside. She hit right where he needed her to and his body jolted. He felt the familiar tingle inside his balls and trembled as he came harder than ever, pulsing inside her mouth, muffling his cries by burying his face against her thigh.
    Her mouth milked him as her finger continued stroking until the intensity of it all turned from pleasure to pain and he had to squirm to pull out of her mouth.
    As breathless as Clay, April shakily crawled off him, spun around and landed heavily on the bed. He rolled on his side, flopped one arm over her and blew out a long breath. “Wow.”
    April let out a breath of her own. “Yeah.”
    Then right before his eyes, he watched her shut down, like a door closing between them. They’d just shared something pretty amazing and he wanted to talk about it. Why didn’t she?
    “April, don’t.”
    “Don’t what?” Her voice was soft.
    “Don’t close me out. Please. You do it every time we’re together. Why?”
    She was silent for so long he thought she wouldn’t answer. “Do you ever think about the future?”
    Hmm. Was this a radical change of subject or did this have something to do with the two of them? “Sure, I do. I want to go pro and ride as long as I’m physically able, then retire and buy a horse farm with the money from my winnings.”
    “See. You have a whole plan mapped out for the future.”
    “You do too. I thought you were enrolling in the community college this fall.”
    “So I can do what? Graduate and substitute teach for a few years until I get married and have babies of my own, just like my mother did?”
    Clay imagined her married to him, having his babies. “Your mama’s life looks pretty good to me.”
    She let out a sound of disagreement before saying, “I did something. Nobody knows. Not even my parents.”
    The suspense nearly killed Clay as he waited for her to finish her sentence. She finally did. “I applied to NYU. I got in. With a pretty decent scholarship too.”
    Vainly hoping that there was another NYU somewhere in Oklahoma he hadn’t heard about, Clay asked, “New York?”
    She nodded.
    “You’re going?” Just because she’d gotten in didn’t mean she’d actually go.
    “Yes, I think so. I really want to. I want to live life before I settle down.”
    Okay, he could handle that. Four years. She’d come home for holidays and summer break. He’d visit her in New York when the circuit took him out east. Then she’d come back for good and settle down here.
    She continued talking while Clay’s brain worked.
    “But that’s the problem. Every time we’re together—you, me and Mason—I’m afraid I won’t go. That I won’t want to leave you both and I’ll stay here.” Her hand found his and she laced their fingers together. “I want you, Clay.”
    He swallowed hard at that revelation. “Good, because I want you, more than anything.”
    She continued softly. “But I want Mason too. And that’s a problem.”
    Clay shut his eyes for a second and absorbed her confirmation of what he already knew but had managed to push aside over the past hour.
    The mention of Mason’s name also brought back the guilt. How the hell was he going to explain this night to Mason? But at least she was talking about things, which was more than she’d done for the past week. He’d deal with Mason later.
    He played with her hand in his. “So that’s what’s been bothering you? I know you want Mason too. I can handle it. It’s okay.”
    She spun on him. “No, it’s not okay, Clay. What kind of whore am I that I want you both?”
    “You’re not a whore.” But besides that, he didn’t have an answer for her. This triangle of theirs was as new and weird for him as it was for her and, Clay was sure, for Mason too.
    She hesitated and he knew there was