Page 41 of Things We Burn

I was still tense, unsure of how to act in a scene like this. Unsure of how to act as Kane’s ‘date’ in a place like this. I didn’t have experience in dive bars with sticky floors.

The beer he handed me was cold, crisp. His lips at my neck were warm, electrifying.

“Breathe, Chef,” he whispered. “Listen to the music. Drink your beer.”

The instructions were simple, and though my brain tried to fight against them, I did as he asked.

I didn’t know how long it had been since we arrived. I had two beers. The band was still playing. The music was good. Great. It took me away from reality, allowing me to enjoy the moment.

Kane didn’t move from behind me, continuously laying his lips on my skin, moist from the beer, mixing with my sweat from the warmth of the bar.

“Let’s go,” he said as I finished my beer.

The band was winding down, and it must’ve been late. Going was the sensible thing to do, I was sure. But I didn’t want toleave. A part of me wanted to sit there on that stool, with a beer and Kane and an indie band forever.

But I got up, because deep down, I was a sensible person.

Instead of leading us out the entrance, Kane took my hand and pulled me deeper into the bar.

Though I was confused, I didn’t ask questions. I was riding the buzz of the music, the beers, the new location. I trusted Kane to take me wherever he wanted us to go.

We got a few glances as we made it through the crowd, but no one did a double take. Either the patrons of this bar were too drunk, failed to recognize him or didn’t care that there was a celebrity in their midst.

The thump of the bass still sounded once we made it to the back where the restrooms were, but it was quieter.

Before I could even wonder what was happening, Kane pushed me against the wall and plastered my body with his, grasping my neck and putting his mouth on mine. He tasted like beer and him. His kiss was hungry. Ravenous. I didn’t hesitate to return it. I realized I was hungry,ravenous,too.

Time unraveled as we kissed, his hand in my hair, running down the side of my body, underneath my tee and to my breasts, kneading, tweaking my nipples.

“Need to fuck you, Chef,” he breathed against my ear. “Can take you home, to the bathroom, or we can do it right here, against the wall.” There was a challenge in his voice, a sexual dare.

I knew that Kane would never try to convince me to do something I wasn’t comfortable with and wouldn’t say anything if I requested he take me home, to privacy, to the familiarity of my bed.

The corner we were in was somewhat secluded from the main bar, the hall to the restrooms to the left, presumably a storeroom to our right. But to enter either, you had to walk past us.

Anyone could walk past. See us. At least the bathrooms offered an ounce of privacy. Not exactly sensible but more sensible than an open hallway.

“Here,” I whispered, barely recognizing my voice, my request.

Kane’s teeth grazed my ear. Without pausing, he turned me around, my palms instinctively bracing themselves against the wall.

His hands pulled back my hips, before he kicked at my ankles, telling me to spread my legs apart. Fingers rushed to my jeans, undoing them quickly, roughly, with urgency.

I was already soaking when his hands went to my panties, caressing me there.

My body responded so viscerally to the simple touch, my knees shuddered.

The thump of the music vibrated against my palms, my heart thundering in my chest.

Anyone could walk by at any moment. Yes, the light was dim, the hour was late and whoever did walk by was likely sporting some heavy beer goggles. But we were still playing with fire.

That only made me burn hotter.

“Never had better pussy than yours,” Kane murmured against my ear, fingers going inside me for a few seconds before they were gone and my jeans were around my ankles.

He shifted my hips, placing me in the perfect position for him. He didn’t ease in, didn’t bother with foreplay. There was no time for that. This wasn’t careful, tender. This was hunger, getting our needs met knowing we could be interrupted, caught, at any moment.

I let out a cry as he filled me.

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