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“Why?” I asked curiously.

I didn’t like thinking about her being with another man, and I hadn’t even been with her yet.

Yet.

Thunder boomed and a streak of lightening had me laughing when Aspen jumped.

I lifted the beer, still cold from the just above freezing temperature outside, to my lips and took a long sip.

My throat worked as I swallowed nearly all of it in less than thirty seconds.

“You’re pretty good at that,” she observed.

“You’re avoiding the question,” I evaded, dropping the bottle down until the frozen bottom rested against my erection.

I pressed down slightly, hoping to relieve the throbbing that was still there, but it didn’t work. Especially when I watched Aspen lick her lips and run the tip of her finger along the top of her knee.

Who knew that sweat pants would do it for me?

I sure as fuck didn’t.

And they weren’t even nice. You could tell that they were years upon years old.

Plus, I was fairly sure she was no longer a ‘Bulldog.’

“He finished before he could get all the way inside me,” she snapped. “Happy?”

I nodded.

Immensely.

Thunder boomed once again and I sighed, getting up but being sure the beer bottle hid the majority of my erection from her face, especially since it was now on eye level with her.

“I’m gonna go get my wood inside so it can dry out some,” I told her. “It’s supposed to flood, which’ll inevitably knock the power out, and then I’ll be freezing my balls off.”

She stood, too, toe-to-toe with me, our feet just barely a foot apart.

“Thanks for helping,” she said. “I already feel better.”

“They only kept your friend overnight because they were worried about her concussion,” I told her. “She should be out by tomorrow.”

Aspen held up a thumb. “Good.”

I grinned at her, touching the tip of her nose with my beer bottle before backing up and turning, heading down the steps.

“Hey!” She called.

I stopped and turned back to her.

“What?” I asked, attempting to shield my crotch so she wouldn’t see the way my work slacks tented in the front.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

I grinned.

“Drew.”

She held up her thumb again.