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They groaned simultaneously at the same pitch and then looked at each other in shock.

"Maybe you need to come live with me, bro," Julia said. "This one's hopeless."

I shot her a mockingly hostile look, to which she responded with a wink.

—(—)—

Damn it, I didn't want to cry. Why did I always do this? I was such a freakin' crybaby.

"Suck those fucking tears back into your eyeballs," Julia said. "Don't be sad. Please. I'll come to visit sometimes. You guys can come visit us too. It'll be fine."

As she dwarfed me in a hug, I caught the glimmer of moisture on her cheeks. I squeezed her thin frame tightly.

"Don't forget to eat," I whispered.

She snorted. "Is that the best you've got?"

I pulled back to fix her with my glare. "I'm serious. Isabelle is not the best chef and I know you don't like cooking. You need to stay alive and well. I'm proud of you, Jules." I squeezed her again. "You're like the sister I never had."

We pulled apart with deep sighs.

Isabelle pinched one of my cheeks. "You already are my sister, you bitch."

I rolled my eyes and chuckled a little, swatting her hand from my face.

"Gotta put up with both of us for life now," Julia added.

James kissed the top of my head. "All three of us," he corrected. "Although there's nothing sisterly about my feelings for you."

Julia snorted. "Gross!"

The siblings hugged and we helped her load the last of her belongings into her car. We all hugged one more time.

Then she and Isabelle buckled in and their car backed away.

I kept trying to swallow the tears but it was futile. A warm arm circled my shoulders.

"No more cockblocking, at least."

"James!" I chided.

"I'm just saying!" He laughed and dodged the spanking I tried to land on his ass. "Hey, I'm still a fucking cripple here!"

We stood outside and joked around for several more minutes. I sensed we both half-expected her to come tearing back up the driveway.

As the morning sun peaked, we finally trudged back inside. James snagged my waist and pinned me against the glass wall overlooking the courtyard.

I yipped in surprise. My hot breath cast humid condensation along the transparent material.

His hands wandered down my body and I bit my lip to stifle a moan.

"We're empty nesters now, sweetheart," James murmured huskily into my ear. He greedily fondled my breasts and squeezed my ass.

I chuckled, grabbing his shoulders for balance. "Whatever shall we do?"

"I can think of a thing or two." He grabbed my hands and tugged me along to the bedroom.

Once in the cozy privacy of our room, he lifted me by the hips and tossed me on the bed. His fingers deftly flew across my body as he focused on removing my clothing.

He flipped me onto my stomach and pulled me up on my hands and knees.

Cool air sailed across my exposed core.

"James," I whimpered. "James, please."

I was such a slut for him. I'd do anything—absolutely anything—he asked me to.