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“What? I can’t go there with her.” I slam my hands down on the bench, letting my head fall forward. I’m doing my bestto hold it together, but I want to beat the shit out of someone. Maybe one of my Steele buddies would be up for a sparring match.

My dad grips my shoulder and asks, “Why?”

I’m defeated as I stare back at my father. “Because I don’t trust myself.”

He nods, understanding my dilemma. “Fine. I’ll send your brothers. They could use a vacation.”

“Sounds like a good deal to me.” They’re eighteen-year-old twins, looking for something to do. “As long as they know damn well to keep their eyes and hands where they belong.”

“You know your brothers would do anything for you.” Yes, they would.

I’ve done my best to avoid the troublemaker because when I’m around her, my heart beats out of my chest and my body reacts like every red-blooded straight male around a sexy woman like her. “Damn it. That woman is a sin.”

“Sorry. If it makes you feel better, you graduate in the summer and she’s legal then,” he reminds me. Not damn likely.

“It’s like a fucking eternity.”

He taps the motorcycle we’re working on and says, “Timing is everything—in motors and in love. It took me eight months to finally meet your mother.”

“I guess you have a point. Not that it matters, though, because she’s a minor.”

“Uh-oh,” he mutters.

“What is it?”

“Trouble.” We’re both staring at my mom.

“Clear out.” I turn to the rest of the employees in my dad’s shop. They all know the routine. “Hello, Mother,” I greeted her with a hug.

She pulls back and gives us a mischievous grin. “So the most interesting thing happened to me today. I had the urge to go skiing for the holidays. I’ve already booked the entire trip to Vail.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I was having lunch with Vanessa.” They became close after everything that happened all those years ago. “Well, anyway. She mentioned skiing and, well, we’ve never been and since I have all my children here, I thought it’d be a great idea. Christmas in Vail.”

“Sounds wonderful, my love.”

“You’re both trying to kill me.”

“No. A mother knows what’s good for her son. We learned that a long time ago. Besides, seventeen is legal in Texas. Although I’m not sure her father would take too kindly to his seventeen-year-old knocked up, so be smart and careful.”

“I’ve got things to do.” I shake my head and leave the garage, locking the door behind me so no one gets any kind of shock and my father doesn’t have to kill anyone. I hop on my motorcycle and go for a drive.

Vail is going to be a nightmare, and I sure as fuck don’t want to go. I hate skiing, and I’m not a fan of the cold, wet snow. My body shivers at the visual of having to actually participate. I’ll be spending my time in the lodge or doing my best to avoid Vivian while my brothers keep track of her. There’s no way I can be around her without losing my composure.

By the end of the night, I’ve decided that there’s no way I can let her go with other men. She won’t be safe with all thepricks who want between her thighs. I want between her thighs, to fill her up with my thick, long cock. The thought of sliding deep inside her slick, tight pussy stiffens me as always. Damn it. I close my eyes and grip my dick, trying to calm down. I don’t need to beat off again. Almost every day I’m stroking my meat to thoughts of Vivian in so many positions.

I slam my eyes shut and groan as I recall the image of her sexy mouth sassing me today. I want to fist her hair and demand she get on her knees. She gave as good as she got, and I was being a dick. I’d show her what I thought of that spicy little mouth of hers.

“Vivian,” I groan, lowering my zipper. I’m grateful that my parents gave me my own section of the house and I have a private bathroom.

Taking off my shirt, I toss it into my laundry basket and then take off my pants, sending them with my shirt. I stroll into my en-suite shower and turn it on, letting the spray get warm. When I’m fully undressed, I step in and begin soaping up, lathering my chest. With my eyes closed, those thoughts of Vivian pushed into my mind again—the way she glared, the rapid beating of her heart every time she got angry with me.

“Fuck,” I groan. It raised her ample chest up and down. I want to reach out and cup those fat, round tits. Squeeze her hard nipples and pluck them, just to hear her moan for me. She would too, I could bet on it.

“Girl, you’re breaking me,” I grunt, imagining my lips slamming onto hers in a violent kiss that I’ve needed for so long. Even though Vivian is strong and independent, she’s been aching for me as much as I have for her. “Knees, now,” I demand after pulling her back by her long, honey-blonde hair.

“Simon,” she gasps.