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harsh through his nostrils as they
flared, lips thinning as he took a step forward.
    Don’t, his mind warned. You cannot do what
she does not want you to do. She is not willing.
    How do you know that? He countered as he gazed
down at her. All he had to do was lean down and take the ripe nipple into his
mouth. If she gave him five minutes, he could prove himself to her. He could
show her how worthy he was.
    That is wrong, his conscience chided.
    Lorcan licked his lips as he leaned down, his eyes
studying her face as he opened his mouth to receive the sensitive bud between
his teeth. It would only take another inch and he could do it. Just another
inch.
    His hot breath fanned against her skin and he heard the
sigh escaping her parted lips. She liked it. He wasn’t even touching her and
she liked it already. That had to be a sign, didn’t it? He released a low
groan of want as his desire for her became evident in the tight restraint of
his jeans. He moved his hand down to rest against the mattress, close to her
hip as he hovered over her.
    His eyes closed as he inhaled her scent; so strong, so
inviting. He imagined she tasted as good as she smelled and his mouth watered
for her. He was confident he could have her squirming from pleasure if she’d
just give him the chance. He could be good to her. He could love her….
    “Mm, no,” Presley mumbled in her sleep.
    It spooked him so badly that he turned and made a dash
for the door and slammed it shut behind him. It probably woke her up, who
could be certain-but he wasn’t about to get caught gawking at her naked skin.
He quickly entered the living room with his hands shoved in his pockets as he
seated himself on the couch.
    Mr. Bamey glanced away from the television briefly to
study his son’s face.
    “What’s wrong with you?”
    “How do you mean?” Lorcan questioned with a shrug.
“I’m fine.”
    “Uh huh,” Mr. Bamey rolled his eyes as he lifted his
glass of milk to take a sip. “You sure don’t act like you’re fine.”
    Lorcan rolled his eyes before sighing. He leaned
forward and rested his elbows against his thighs as he stared at his father.
    “You want to know what’s wrong,” he cocked his head to
the side. “Fine. There’s a gorgeous, naked female ursithrope in my bed
and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. That’s what’s wrong.” Lorcan
tossed his hands up as if he were surrendering. “I’m not cut out for this. I
don’t have the self-restraint every ursithrope before me was born with,” He
pushed himself up from the couch and headed for the front door. “I need some
air.”
    As the screen door slammed for a second time, Mr. Bamey
finished off his glass of milk before turning to gaze at his wife in the open
kitchen area. “Cubs.”

 
    Seven
     
    A rnold Goult slammed the door shut on his old,
beat up truck before he walked hastily towards the Bamey house. His niece had
been back for less than a week and she was already trying to make him grey
headed. His jawline was tight as he took the steps two at a time and then
lifted his fist to knock against the screen door.
    “Come on in, Arnold,” Mr. Bamey called out.
    Pulling the screen door open, Arnold stepped inside to
peer around. His eyes easily adjusted to the darkness of the room as he
spotted Richard Bamey sitting in his recliner.
    “Where is she?” He asked. “Is she okay?”
    “She’s fine,” Richard responded as he pushed himself up
from his seat and moved into the kitchen. “Are you hungry? Charlotte just
whipped up some fresh tuna casserole. Seems Presley had a hankerin’ for it
last night,” he chuckled.
    “No, I’m not hungry,” Arnold frowned. “I just want to
take her home.”
    “She’s still sleeping,” Charlotte Bamey interrupted as
she appeared from the hallway with a laundry basket in her arms. “I think she
had a mighty eventful night.”
    “You don’t say?” Arnold asked as his frown grew deeper,
brows furrowing. “Why didn’t anyone