Page 60 of Waves of Fury

“You know,” I say with a smile, “if they’re anything like you, they made it safely out of there. Apparently, being a badass runs in the family.”

“Hmph.”

“What? You are a badass. We wouldn’t be here without you.”

He groans. “You have it backward, man. It’s because of you we’ve made it this far.”

“Agree to disagree.”

His hand slips off mine and then finds my chin. He tilts my head up until our noses touch. With a gentle swipe of his thumb over my bottom lip, he silently asks for what he wants.

A kiss.

Hell yeah.

I part my lips and lean into him. He meets me the rest of the way, pressing his full lips to mine. The kiss is a soft peck at first, but then as though we’re both ravenous for the other, our tongues immediately go to war, thrashing and lashing. Kellen’s palm slides to my hair and he threads his fingers in the strands before pulling me closer to him. A pulse of desire shoots through me, emboldening me to take this a step further. I slide my leg over his hips and then straddle him.

Our kiss takes on a more frantic energy as we both paw at each other wherever we can get our hands. I want to memorize every hard plane of his body, every curve of his muscles, every prickly piece of stubble on his jaw. His hands grip my hips and he uses my body to grind against him.

Holy fuck.

I needed this.

I needed five minutes to forget everything around me and take a moment of pleasure.

Heat burns like lava through my veins, chasing away the rest of my chills. I shamelessly hump this man.

“Kell,” I rasp out, attempting to keep my sounds of pleasure from carrying to everyone in the camp. “Fuck, this feels so good.”

He agrees with a growl and nips at my bottom lip. “So good.”

My orgasm drops like a bomb and then sends shockwaves of ecstasy rumbling powerfully through my every nerve ending. I don’t even care that I’m making a mess of my only pair of boxers. The ragged sounds of Kellen losing it too are worth it.

“One of these days, I’m going to get a shower,” he grumbles. “I swear I’ve been dirty the entire time I’ve known you.”

I smirk against his lips. “You smelled good for like five minutes there in the beginning.”

“Just for that, you get to deal with the cleanup, smart-ass.” He unzips the bedroll and lifts a brow at me. “Now. Your tip is dwindling.”

Chuckling, I leave the warmth of our bed to hunt down my backpack. I find a package of wet wipes and then hand him a couple. It’s awkward to clean up our individual messes and make eye contact, so we grow quiet to do our best. We’re just zipping our pants back up when Elise starts wailing.

I scramble over to the tent opening and unzip it to peek out. Aaron stands by the fire with Dan, talking lowly while staring at Elise’s tent.

“There’s nothing we can do right now,” Kellen says with a sad sigh. “I feel hopeless.”

I zip the tent back up and move into my spot next to him. This time when we cuddle, our dicks don’t act up.

“Wanna play another round of tic-tac-toe?” I ask with a yawn so big my jaw pops, unable to actually keep my eyes open.

He manages a soft, “Mmhmm,” but makes no move to grab for a pen. Lazily, he draws an X on my arm with his fingertip. It sends tendrils of contentedness dancing through me.

Despite the increasing intensity of Elise’s pained moans, we both immediately fall asleep.

I wake to shouts. At first, I think it’s in my dreams, but when Kellen nudges me, I snap fully awake. What the hell?

Both me and Kellen hurry to throw on our shoes and coats before slipping out of the tent.

“Stop!” Hope screams from the parking lot. “What is wrong with you people?”

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