Page 46 of Flipping the Script

I shrugged. “Gotta give credit where credit is due.”

“Yours is pretty nice too.”

“I know.” I smirked.

“The piercing was a choice. What possessed you to put a hole in your sac?” He raked one hand through his mussed hair.

I shrugged, not wanting to get into the story. “Seemed like a good idea at the time.”

He pinned me with a look, the last of his afterglow fading, at least that I could tell.

“What?” I asked, my defenses rising as my afterglow disappeared and reality set in.

Jesus Christ.

I’d sucked Jesse’s dick. I’d willingly gotten on my knees for him.

I might have made him lose control and come first, but I’d still done it unprovoked.

What the fuck was wrong with me? Why did I always escalate things with him?

His gaze shifted to my neck, something dark flaring in his eyes as they fixed on the hickey he’d given me.

“Admiring your brand?”

His look shifted into a glare as he lifted his eyes. “This never happened.”

“Agreed.” I crossed my arms and leaned more heavily against the tree. “I’ll give you a ten-minute head start.”

“You’re just going to hang out in the dark?”

“I was doing that before I was so rudely interrupted.”

“I don’t remember you complaining about my rudeness or the interruption a few minutes ago.” He quirked his eyebrow suggestively.

“That’s because I had your dick in my mouth and couldn’t talk,” I said lightly.

“Whatever.” He looked down at his shirt, gently pulling the material away from his body to examine it. “I look like I got mauled by a yeti,” he complained.

“And I look like a yeti got frisky with me.” I pointed to my neck. “I’d say we’re square.”

“Bas!”

We both swung our gaze toward the house.

“Who’s that?” Jesse asked, his voice hushed.

“No clue.”

“Bas! Are you out here?”

“Is that McKenna?” Jesse’s voice went a little growly. “Were you waiting for her?”

“No,” I groaned and let my head fall back against the tree with a hollowthunk. “I came out here to get away from all that crap.”

He studied me for a few beats.

“Baaaa-aaaaas,” she sing-songed, her voice getting closer. “Guess what I’m not wearing!”

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