Page 100 of The Illicit Play
I’m all about the romance, the intimacy. I’ve never just had sex.
Until now.
Until that vixen brought out a side of me that I couldn’t control.
I don’t like it.
Okay, maybe I do, just a little bit.
Because it’s everything Teah and I weren’t.
What I just experienced in that tent was wild and unchecked. It was pure abandon, and I’ve never felt a rush like it.
I shouldn’t be regretting that shit, but… I can’t help it.
She’s Wily’s sister!
His baby sister!
The one he adores and would protect with his life.
Hearing a rustle behind me, I glance over my shoulder in time to see Blake picking her way back to the tent. She’s on tiptoes, avoiding sharp rocks, her arms stretched wide to keep herself balanced. She’s still totally naked, and my body responds to her on instinct. A flush of molten desire flows right through me, and I have to force myself to turn away, to focus back on the small flame I’m trying to coax.
Leaning forward, I gently blow on the fire. It moves and shifts under my soft commands and starts to catch on the rest of the kindling.
Blake is obviously watching me, I can sense it, but Irefuse to look and end up sagging with relief when she crawls back into the tent.
I hear her wrestling to get dressed with little grunts and muttered curses.
I get it. Dressing inside a space that small can be frustrating, but I know that’s not what’s really bothering her.
We should probably talk about it, but I don’t know what to say.
All I know is that it can’t happen again, and I have to show a lot more self-control. I’m not here to screw around with her. I’m here to help her find peace, and shoving my dick inside her is not going to do that.
Fuck. I’m such a selfish prick.
Scrubbing a hand down my face, I stare at the flames and promise myself to do better.
I have to. Because she deserves better. And so does Wily.
CHAPTER 32
BLAKE
So that burning disappointment beat out the anger. I really wish I could have just stayed mad, but after cursing up a storm wrestling my clothes back on, I was all worn out and just had to sit there in the tent, huffing and then staring down at the spot where Grady’s ass had been.
I brush my fingers over it, lamenting his post-sex reaction.
Shit.
He wasn’t as into it as me.
He didn’t want it.
I forced myself on him, and now I feel like a dirty… I don’t know… whore?
Fuck, I don’t know what I am.
