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own bottle upward. I’ve never seen anyone sit as deathly still as she is right now. There could be a fucking earthquake and I swear she wouldn’t move an inch.
    “Why are you here?”
    My lips twitch. “Oh, I dunno, M. Maybe it’s because you spat out the single reason you seem to hate me then ran away.”
    “I don’t…” Her shoulders lift slightly with her sigh. “I don’t hate you, Jack. I don’t trust you, but I don’t hate you.”
    I put my bottle down and walk to her. “I get that. But, baby? I’m not your ex.”
    “If you were my ex, you’d be minus your dick by now.”
    I smile and sit behind her. Her body is still as tight as it was a few minutes ago, but when I slide my hand along her thigh and curl my fingers to brush the inside of it, she glances down.
    “I’m not asking you to marry me, Macey. I’m not even asking you for a relationship. I’m offering you something you should be comfortable with. Casual sex on a regular basis. We’re going to be pushed together by the seriousness of our friends’ relationship, so like it or loathe it, baby, we may as well make the most of having to suffer through each other’s company.”
    “That sounds good until you consider that having sex isn’t actually sufferable with you.”
    “That’s probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
    Macey laughs quietly and turns. Slowly, she pulls her eyes up to mine, and her laugh dies. “I wish it were that easy, Jack. It isn’t. I trust two men in my life—my father and my brother. Now, asking me for my body on a regular basis to scratch the crazy-ass itch your dick gets when I walk into the room isn’t anything remotely close to making you trustworthy.”
    Shit. Women never listen.
    “I’m not telling you to trust me. I’m telling you to let me fuck you and be done with it.”
    “Oh, so simple.” She tilts the bottle again then screws up her face when she swallows the harsh liquor.
    “Well, yeah.”
    She rubs her hand over her face and slams the bottle down onto the coffee table. Removing my hand from her leg, she gets up and moves toward the door. Quicker than she reaches it, I get to her, and I push her back against it.
    Macey gasps and reaches up to push at my chest. Again, I’m quicker. My fingers thread between hers, and I hold her hands against the door at her sides.
    “Walking to your door and askin’ me to leave isn’t ending this conversation, babe,” I murmur, dropping my face to hers. “It’s nowhere fuckin’ close to ending it. All it’s gonna do is prolong it, so sit your sexy little ass back down and talk to me before I fuck you into talking, because I’ve tried to be nice, but my patience is waning.”
    “Threatening me with sex is not the way to get what you want,” she retorts smartly.
    “Sure it is. I want you to talk, but I also want to fuck your sweet pussy, so by all means, keep your mouth shut.”
    She swallows. “There’s nothing more to it, Jack. My boyfriend of three years knocked up my cousin, obliterated any trust I had in the male sex, and taught me that I don’t actually need a guy because I’m happier without one.”
    “Orgasms.”
    “What?”
    “You need a guy for orgasms.”
    “Vibrator,” she replies with a sigh. “And you know the great thing about my vibrator? It gives me a shit-hot orgasm without arguing and it doesn’t demand bacon and coffee the next morning.”
    I smile into her temple. “But does it make you come like I do?”
    “We’re talking generalities. For the record, it also doesn’t pin me against my door all alpha-asshole just because it doesn’t get its own way.”
    “Then it definitely doesn’t make you come like I do,” I mutter, fighting a laugh. “Baby, give it a go. Come on. You have nothing to lose.”
    “Except my sanity,” Macey mutters back. “Especially since my aunt doesn’t seem to realize that sending me pictures of the potato-head doesn’t make matters