Page 77 of Living with Fire

Holding onto her thigh, I drop down to my knees in front of her. She gasps in disbelief above me, the sound making me smile.

“Nate!”

Her leg is over my shoulder before she can whisper another word, but a sound has me freezing before I make another move.

A door opens and closes. The door to the basement in the living room. Footsteps sound across the wood floor, indicating someone has come inside from the backyard. Fuck. We’re at my grandparents’. Jesus Christ. In my lust filled head, I’d basically forgotten where we were.

Delirious with need. That’s what she makes me.

My eyes dart to Savanna’s and I put a finger to my lips. Her eyes are wide, her chest not even moving with her breath. She heard it too. Knows we’re not alone.

I cast my gaze to the side as whoever came inside approaches. When I turned the corner in the hallway, I didn’t go any further, and from where we ended up, I can see the bathroom door. If anyone were to glance in this direction while headed into the bathroom, they’d see us.

Neither of us moves when the footfalls enter the hallway. Not even to breathe. Then I see who it is and nearly sag in relief. Jordan. As much as I don’t want to be caught by anyone, if I had to choose, I think it would be her. Not that I need my sister seeing any of this, but she’d be the only one to keep her mouth shut about it. Plus, it’s easier to explain to someone who knows both Savanna and me than someone who doesn’t. I think.

But she doesn’t even notice us. She goes straight into the bathroom and closes the door. I look back to Savanna who is gaping at me, the terror of being caught written with the twist of her mouth and large eyes.

I’m still uncomfortably hard in my jeans, but my problem is sorting itself out with the interruption and realization of what I was about to do—or rather, where I was about to do it. Releasing Savanna’s leg, it slips from my shoulder and I’m on my feet again, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. One to calm us both down. Reassure us that we weren’t caught, and things are fine.

While Savanna fluffs her dress and straightens the top of it out, I adjust myself in my jeans. Once. Twice. Blowing out a deep breath, I close my eyes for a moment, flexing my thigh muscles to pull the blood into them instead of my cock. I may need to walk around for the entirety of the afternoon flexing muscle after muscle, willing an erection away.

A soft, warm hand touches my cheek, pulling my attention to her. She silently asks me if I’m okay. I nod, giving her a smile, my head turning to press a kiss to her palm. Then I take her hand and lead her back through the hallway to the main room.

It was stupid. Stupid to steal her away in my grandparents’ house with my entire family lurking about. I don’t know what I was thinking. I wasn’t. There wasn’t a single brain cell firing off any kind of smart thoughts. There was only need, only desire. On both our parts, apparently.

Our hands entwined, Savanna presses in close to me, perhaps sensing my thoughts. I glance down to her to find her smiling knowingly, but with a shyness that wasn’t there minutes ago.

I plant a gentle kiss to her hair as we make our way through the family room. “I’m sorry,” I murmur.

She shakes her head, her grin widening. “Don’t be. It was…exciting. One of the most exciting things I’ve done in a long time.” Savanna glances back towards the bathroom before adding, “It’s not just you. I want you that much too, Nate.”

I open the sliding glass door to the backyard, letting her step out ahead of me before shutting the door. “I shouldn’t be putting you in—”

I’m interrupted by a familiar voice calling out. “Savanna?”

We both turn to look across the patio space of the backyard, finding my grandmother standing there with a glass of white wine in her hand, a stunned expression on her aging face. I’m sure I look much the same. They know each other?

“Mrs. Miller?” Savanna replies, sounding just as flabbergasted as I feel. She’s quicker to recover, however, taking the few steps that separate us from my grandma. “What are you doing here?”

“Me?” My grandmother’s eyes are wide, her mouth slightly agape. She presses a hand to her chest, shaking her snow-white covered head. “Child, what on earth are you doing here?”

My grandma looks to me, then back to Savanna, things clicking into place for her. A delighted smile crosses her face that warms me to my core. I don’t care how they know each other. I’m thrilled my grandma seems to already know and approve of Savanna, her delight increasing as I gather myself enough to join the two women and put an arm around Savanna.

“Nathan, I heard you brought a date with you, but I never would have guessed it would be Savanna.” My grandma reaches out and touches Savanna’s hand. “My goodness, dear, how are you?”

“Is that Savanna?” I hear my grandpa say from our left, and we all turn to look in his direction. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

He looks between us, the same way my grandmother did, connecting the dots before his grin broadens. “Nathan, my boy, you didn’t tell us you had a new girlfriend!”

He claps my back in approval then turns his full attention to Savanna. “How you doin’ sweetheart? You ready for preseason? What did you think of the big blockbuster trade?”

Hockey. Right. Savanna mentioned the trade to me, and I remember wondering what my grandpa would think about it, knowing he was a huge hockey fan. Cheering for the San Rocco Rampage, the team closest to us geographically, while Savanna cheered for the Colorado Blizzards, the two teams making some huge trade that I didn’t understand but had seemed to irritate Savanna.

Savanna waves a hand dismissively, her eyes rolling. “You guys got the better part of the trade, in my opinion. Nicholas Austin for Bennett and Rutta? Austin was one of, if not the best forward we had. I know they had to make room on the salary cap, but my heart broke a little when I heard.”

My grandpa shoots her a Cheshire cat smile. “I thought of you right away when I heard the news.”

I feel like I’ve entered the twilight zone. My eyes dart back and forth between the two, listening to the casual conversation like they’re old pals.

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