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small for that many people, and Drake was a man with a mission. Finally, he was alone with his thoughts. The only thing worse than spending the night tossing and turning, consumed with visions of the brown-haired goddess of his dreams, was his inability to do anything about his physical predicament while sharing the room with his eleven-year-old brother.
    Drake had provided vague explanations about his time with Mackenzie, enough to assuage their curiosity and get them out of his hair for the day. His parents had kindly not badgered him about his peculiar plans. It was time to pull out all the stops.
    He stepped into the cascade of water and sighed as the warmth encompassed him. Perhaps cold water would have been better for his current predicament, but he had no intention of staving the fellow off any longer. No way could he head to Mackenzie’s house without providing himself with some release first. He’d burst the front of his jeans out if he didn’t take the edge off.
    Before he even reached for the shampoo, he had his cock in his hand. He’d been hard for hours. The stiff length in his firm grasp sent a chill down his spine. Finally. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the fiberglass wall, the coolness a contrast to the hot water. A moan escaped his lips as he stroked his dick from the base to the tip and back down. Slow or fast? Oh, fuck it. There is no slow today.
    Mackenzie’s smile filled his mind, her dark curls framing her round face. He thought about what her lips would feel like against his—slow, soft, gentle nibbles. Then he moved down and considered wrapping his mouth around her nipples. Would they be pink or a darker rosy shade? Lower still and he considered her clit, her pussy. He wanted to taste her so bad.
    He stiffened. His painful erection needed release immediately. Hastily, he jerked his hand back and forth, struggling between the desire to prolong his daydream and the deep longing to come immediately with her image filling the back of his eyelids. Pent-up frustration from hours of lying in bed biting his tongue won the battle for a quick orgasm.
    Drake squeezed his cock tighter and arched his neck as he came, his cum pulsing out of him in forceful streams against the shower wall. Heaven. He shuddered as his release came to an end. His limp arms hung at his sides as he held himself up by his forehead on the wall. He was in so much trouble. He seriously doubted the brief interlude had done anything but make matters worse. His imagination sent his yearning need to claim Mackenzie Davis into an urgency.
    •
    Kenzie lay sprawled on the living room couch, aiming the remote at the TV. She’d scrolled through all the channels more than once but couldn’t remember a single one. She finally clicked the off button and tossed the lazy-man’s gadget on the coffee table. She stared at the ceiling. She was exhausted. After running, she’d waited in the car for hours for her family, hunched in the back seat so no one could see her sulking.
    It wasn’t as though she could keep Drake from finding her if he wanted to. She knew better than that. He’d be able to follow her scent anywhere. After dark, while she’d sat there alone with her thoughts, she’d waffled between relieved and miffed. She didn’t want to see him ever again. On the flip side, what the hell was so wrong with her that he’d let her go without a fight and hadn’t even tried to hunt her down?
    If he’d been half as horny as she was, he wouldn’t have been able to choose compliance. Wasn’t the male species supposed to be even more magnetically drawn to the female than vice versa?
    She’d suffered in that car the entire evening. She’d attempted to play mindless video games on her phone to no avail. She’d find her mind wandering to the achy spot between her legs and glance down to find she’d lost the game again. Her fingers hovered over the keys but rarely moved to avoid defeat. She tried squeezing her legs