Page 26 of Sixty Days Of Summer

She steps closer, her movements slow and deliberate, and I can’t help but check her out—her toned legs in those cutoff shorts, the curve of her hips, and the way her tank top clings to her spectacular tits.

When I lift my gaze, I catch her eyes locked onto mine, intense and unwavering. Shit, she caught me checking her out. I quickly avert my gaze, pretending to be engrossed in the fine print on my beer bottle label. A rush of heat travels up my neck and ignites a fiery sensation in my cock, but I force myself to stay cool.

“Honestly? It was a wild ride I never thought I’d get on,” I say, trying to regain my composure. “But there is a bunch of bullshit that comes with it.” I take another drink of my beer, hoping the bitterness will ground me. “You learn to handle the highs and lows, you know? But it’s been a dream of mine and Xander’s ever since we were kids.” Despite feeling uneasy, my voice maintains a steady tone, emphasizing the need for a professional dynamic between us, especially now that she’s part of the band and Nate’s sister.

Leaning against the counter, Scarlet keeps her eyes locked on me. "I can relate. I’ve had that dream my whole life too," she says. "It’s just hard watching it slip away. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever break through and show them what I’m really capable of."

Her honesty hits me hard, and I can see the weight of her past lingering in her eyes. "But your dream isn't slipping away now, right?" I say, trying to keep it light while holding the boundary I need. "You’re stepping into something new, and you’ve got the talent to back it up." My pulse quickens as I fight the urge to close the gap between us. Clearing my throat, I force myself to focus. "But right now, we need to stay locked on the music."

She smiles, looking down at her beer. “Yeah. The music.”

As I take another sip of my beer, I feel my resolve slowly crumbling, my mind overwhelmed with forbidden thoughts. My eyes slowly drift back to Scarlet, captivated by the curve of her lips and the glistening sweat on her skin from drumming. She’s standing so damn close, and the scent of her—something light and sweet—hits me, making my pulse quicken.

I’m fully aware that I shouldn’t, but I simply can’t resist. I take a step closer, feeling the magnetic pull of her. My hand reaches out, almost of its own accord, and brushes a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

She inhales sharply, and I catch the desire mirrored in her eyes, making it impossible to ignore.

"Scarlet..." I start, my voice thick with restraint, and all I can hear in my head is Xander’s stern warning. "As much as I want to… God, you have no fucking idea how bad I want you right now... but we can't..."

She bites her lower lip, looking up at me through those long lashes. Fuck, she knows exactly what she’s doing, and it drives me wild. That innocent look mixed with the raw, dirty energy she gives off—it’s messing with my head, pushing every button I’ve got.

“Why not, Ace?” she challenges, her voice laced with defiance, as if daring me to make a move. “We’re both adults.”

Her words hit me like a spark, igniting a fire within me. My body aches to surrender to her—to kiss her, fuck her, and get lost in all the filthy things I’ve been thinking about since I first saw her at the airport. Her tight body drives me wild, and I can’t believe I’m still craving her, even after having her twice already. That never happens.

My breath is ragged as I step back, desperately trying to regain control over myself. I pivot my body and place my beer on the countertop, seeking a distraction from the heat between us. “We should concentrate on the music,” I say mostly to myself. “Let’s not complicate things.”

She nods, but the intensity in her gaze reveals that she too feels the same irresistible pull, and I know it will be a challenge to keep my distance.

Scarlet turns, mirroring my movements as she sets her beer down beside mine. Closing the distance, her lips collide with mine in a forceful kiss. The moment our lips crash together in a dirty, desperate kiss, I feel it everywhere—a rush of heat to my cock, a surge of electricity that makes my head spin. It’s a raw, intoxicating sensation that satisfies everything I’ve been craving.

As her hands glide up my chest, I pull her even closer. Everything around us fades, leaving only the feel of her hot body against mine and the intoxicating taste of her lips. I’m losing myself in her, drowning in the heat of the moment, and I don’t know how the fuck to stop. Every instinct screams at me to push deeper, to take what I want, but the reality of our situation still flickers at the edges of my mind.

My hand threads through her hair, gripping her tight, holding her face in place as my tongue collides with hers. The soft whimper she emits ignites a frenzy within me, driving me to the brink of madness. Every touch, and every sound drives me closer to the edge. I know I’m crossing a line, but right now, I don’t give a fuck. I need this—I need her. The hunger to feel herbeneath me, to claim her, to have my cock buried deep inside her, burns hotter than anything, consuming me like an addiction I can’t shake.

With a surge of urgency, I lift her off the ground, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist as our kiss deepens, messy and hungry. Every breath between us is charged, our mouths moving in sync as if we’re both desperate to consume every inch of each other. Her fingers grip the back of my neck, pulling me closer as our kiss deepens, raw and urgent. That alone propels me towards the stairs. Every step feels like a fucking challenge with the way she grinds against me.

“Fuck, you’re driving me insane,” I growl against her lips as we reach the top of the staircase. I stumble into my room, kicking the door shut behind us, my cock throbbing, desperate for release. “This is just a quick fuck, Scar, you know that, right. Nothing more.”

I can’t get enough of her taste, the way her body feels pressed against mine, igniting every nerve in my body. My hands grip her thighs, pulling her even closer until there’s no room for even a breath of air between us. Each kiss is filthy and raw—like I’m claiming her, marking her as mine.

I’m as hard as a steel pipe, fuck I’m ready to explode if I don’t get inside her wet hole any second now. Clothes. Too many fucking clothes. I’m desperate to strip her bare, to feel her skin against mine, the warmth of her body driving me wild. I can’t take it anymore—the hunger, the need, the raw urge to claim her. There's no holding back now—it's like a fire that’s been building for too long, and I’m ready to let it burn.

With urgency, I put her down on her feet and yank her shirt over her head, tossing it aside. My breath catches when I see her perfect tits in that black lace bra, and I can't help but let out a groan. My hands are on her in seconds, fingers grazing the soft heat of her skin. I lean in, kissing her collarbone, savoring thetaste of her, the warmth of her body against mine. Every touch, every breath she takes against me fuels the fire building in my gut.

Just as I guide her backward toward the bed, my fingers teasing at the copper button of her cut-off shorts, she suddenly grabs my hand, freezing me in place. What the hell? She was just as desperate as I was a second ago. Is she having second thoughts? Fuck, I hope not. If she pulls back now, it’s going to take a month for my cock to calm down, and those blue balls of mine are already a fucking nightmare. I hold my breath, waiting for her to speak, for something—anything—that’ll either put my mind at ease or send me spiraling into frustration.

“Take that off and lay down,” she tells me, tugging at my shirt.

I stare at her, caught off guard. It’s always been me taking control, but this shift in power is kind of exciting. There's a spark in her eyes, daring me to fall in line, and despite the adrenaline rushing through my veins, I feel a thrill at the idea of letting go, even for a second. I lift my arm and tug my shirt over my head. Her gaze darkens as she devours the sight of me.

With a grin, I drop onto the bed, my heart pounding, as I keep my eyes locked on her. Every muscle tenses, ready for whatever she has planned, knowing full well I’m at her mercy—and I’m more than ready for it.

Her tongue glides over her bottom lip, and the mere thought of what she could do with that mouth has me fucking harder than I thought possible. Every teasing glance she throws my way makes my pulse race. I can already picture the filthy things she’s about to do, and just that alone has my blood boiling, my body aching for her touch.

I watch as she sinks to her knees, her hand reaching for my belt. She unbuckles it, her fingers brushing against me as she undoes the button on my jeans. The slow, agonizing pull of thezipper makes my cock throb, and all I can think about is how much I need to feel her hands on me—or better yet, the heat of her mouth.

“Lift,” she commands, her voice firm and unwavering.

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