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“I’m yours,” she murmurs dreamily, no fight now, only bliss.

The words are music to my ears. As I feel Sloane falling over the edge, I finally let go, cumming hard and making her cry out and cum once more as I pump my seed into her. I let out a guttural moan as I finish, overwhelmingly satisfied in more ways than one.

Sloane is mine.

Chapter 10

Sloane

A week later, nothing feels simple anymore, which is saying something, considering nothing about this place was simple to begin with.

My desk is covered in files again, neat stacks spreading outward like I can build order just by arranging things correctly. Work continues to be my solace, a way to escape my thoughts. For the most part, it’s working, at least when I’m alone. But I’ve not truly been alone since we got here. The guys creep into my thoughts no matter how much I try not to let them.

I close my eyes briefly, pressing my fingers against my temple, trying to focus on the numbers on the screen instead of the memory of Rook’s hands, the weight of him, the way everything between us shifted from tension into something hotter, sharper, and impossible to ignore. Every day since then has been the same, explosive, intense, a collision of control and want that neither of us seems capable of walking away from. The sex is every bit as feral and animalistic as the first time, leaving me marked and sore yet always yearning for more. Yet still, we argue. Like it resets something. Or maybe we both need the friction just as much as everything else. It’s exhausting, and addictive, and probably unhealthy.

Yet it’s not my relationship with Rook that’s bugging me and keeping me up at night. It’s Cruz. I haven’t seen him properly in days, not really. He’s around—I know that. I hear him downstairs and catch glimpses of him in the garage or crossing the yard, but every time I step into a room, he’s already leaving. If I try to catch his attention, he’s always too busy, gone before I can protest. He’s deliberately avoiding me, and I don’t understand why, which I hate. I don’t like not understanding things. I don’t like feeling like I missed something, or worse, that I misread the situation.

I lean back in my chair, staring at the screen without seeing it. Was it just… a moment for him? Something easy and fun, was it purely to piss Rook off? Did it really mean so little to him that he could just walk away from it? That thought sits wrong in my chest, because it didn’t feel like that. It didn’t feel casual. It didn’t feel like anything.

But now it feels like he regrets it. He’s distant or simply uninterested. I don’t know which is worse. It’s occurred to me that maybe Rook has warned him off, but that can’t be right, since he said himself that they like to share and that Rook would get over it. Yet, it seems as if Cruz is avoiding Rook almost as much as me, and anytime I’ve tried to raise the subject with Rook, he’s silenced me with kisses.

A knock sounds softly on my door before it opens. Boone opens it slowly, taking in his surroundings in his usual stoic manner. He leans against the frame, grease smudged across one forearm, expression steady as always. “You’ve been up here all day.”

“I’m working.” Boone has been kind to me, kinder than I deserve, and I berate myself for the sharp tone that spills out without meaning to. It’s not his fault I’m stressed.

If I’m being honest with myself, I’ve been feeling confused about Boone. Cruz led me to believe that all three guys were interested in me. Rook certainly acted on it when he found out I was attracted to him, so why has Boone said nothing? He’s acting the same as he did before this whole mess, which I suppose I should be grateful for, but I can’t help feeling somewhat rejected.

Boone studies me. “You haven’t eaten.”

“I’m fine.”

He doesn’t move. Just watches me, his eyes lingering on the empty coffee pot on the desk, the only thing I’ve consumed today, before meeting mine again in silent reproach. Which is somehow more effective than arguing.

I sigh and push back from the desk. “Five minutes,” I say.

He nods once.

We end up outside. Boone purchased two burritos from the street vendor nearby before coming to speak to me; they’re wrapped in tin foil and still warm. He hands one to me, sitting down on the bench that sits in front of the clubhouse. His quiet confidence that I would cave in and eat both frustrates and endears me, like he knows what I need better than I do. The stubborn streak in me is tempted to refuse and say I’m not hungry, that’s what I would do to Rook, but then Boone unwraps his burrito and takes a bite, the smell makes my stomach rumble, and my resolve crumbles. I grab the burrito and sit down beside him, hungrily tearing at the foil and taking a big bite. It’s good, and I groan with pleasure. Boone chuckles but says nothing.

The late afternoon sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the compound. We eat in companionable silence. Boone never forces conversation, and I’m grateful for the moment’s peace.

Jessy is sitting on a crate nearby, deeply involved in explaining something to two mechanics who are listening like she’s delivering a lecture.

Boone watches her for a second, a soft smile plays on his lips. “She’s got strong opinions.”

“She gets that from me,” I admit with a wry smile.

He huffs a quiet sound that might be a laugh before falling silent again. I study his handsome face, strong and proud, and unreadable to me.

“What do you want?” I ask, the words tumbling out unexpectedly.

He glances at me, a slight frown on his face. “What do you mean?”

“I guess I’m just wondering how you fit into all this,” I say, gesturing slightly toward the clubhouse, the men, the entire setup. “The future. What does it look like for you?”

Boone considers that. Longer than most people would, in the short time I’ve known him, I’ve never known Boone to rush anything, always choosing his words carefully. “Same as now,” he says finally. “Just… steadier, peaceful.”

“That’s it?” I feel almost dejected by the response. Boone is a simple man, and there’s nothing wrong with being content with what you have, but for some reason, I was expecting him to have hidden depths. Perhaps a deep desire for a family, after all, I’ve seen the way he is with Jessy.