Page 96 of Fire Fight

Without asking, I head for the park at the top of the hill, holding Cadence in my lap as we watch the tiny figures racing back and forth, occasional sounds drifting up to us on the late evening breeze.

“Did your friend cover his tracks?”

“He did.”

She swivels on my lap, and I open the door so her feet can hang over the edge of the seat, her weight shifting against me in the most delicious way. As my arms wrap tighter around her waist, she tips my chin to read my expression. “Is this… Did you know about the video?”

“If I’d known, there’d be a body bag wheeled out of there, not a car.” I bend lower, letting our foreheads kiss. “I’m so sorry. I’ll make sure no one ever sees it who hasn’t already.”

“You can’t.” She gives a small shrug, body nestling closer. “And I don’t want you going after him again. If anyone confronts him over this, it’ll be me.”

A vehement protest rises to my lips, but I nod, letting it fall away unsaid. Cadence deserves my protection, but she’s also earned the right to refuse it. If she wants to handle this on her own terms, I’ll stand out of her way.

She suddenly punches my shoulder.

“What’s that for?”

“Tying me to a tree.”

“I should return the favour for not staying where I left you despite my strict instructions.” A statement that earns me another blow. “Who did you sweet talk into letting you go?”

Her nose goes into the air. “I could’ve got free myself, you know.” I let the silence blossom with my scepticism. “But it was Ben.”

“I guess all the Carters are going on my shit list.”

She makes a tiny noise of disapproval, but not enough to change my mind.

“What was your plan for the night before we were so rudely interrupted?”

“This. Watching a toasty bonfire at the base of the hill.”

Cadence clicks her tongue. “You realise it doesn’t count as entertainment for anyone else, pyro boy?”

My right hand drops to her thigh, playing with the hem of her dress, slowly trailing my fingertips up the inside of her leg. She parts for me, head tucking under my chin, palm against my shoulder, giving me access to trace circles on her inner thigh, feeling her shiver at my touch.

I cup her pussy, middle fingertip rubbing against the silkiness of her panties, feeling the sweet juices of her arousal soak through the fabric.

And the smoking wreck below is no match for the fire flashing in her eyes.

“I believe there is some unfinished business from earlier,” I tease, dragging at the waistband of her panties until my hand slides inside, fingers eager to enter her, the sensation drawing a groan from my throat, her wet warmth clenching tight around me.

“You feel so good,” I mumble as her hips tilt, thrusting towards me, matching the rhythmic pump of my finger inside her. “I can’t wait until you’re ready to take my cock.”

Her lips close over mine, trapping the words I had queued up to say next, lost as my head spins, her tongue licking inside my mouth, as alluring as my finger working inside her.

My arms clutch harder as she moves away, whispering in my ear, “Do you have protection?”

And I’m shaking my head.

“I don’t,” I admit, chest bursting as I hear her snuffle of dismay. “But I’m clean. I’ve never been with anyone before.”

“At all?” She pulls back a little, staring quizzically. “But… what about Gretchen? She said—”

“I would rather cut my dick off than let her touch me like that.”

Cadence ducks her head to hide a smile, then adjusts her body to straddle me, bunching my shirt to drag me closer.

I grab her hand, pressing it against my hard cock, head fizzing as she eagerly rubs against me, the heel of her palm sending a shudder of pure need from head to toe.

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