Page 81 of Light My Fire Three Times
“Damn, Livvy…”
His hips jerk into my palm, hard, needy. I stroke him, slow at first, then faster, matching the rhythm of his hand inside me. We’re both panting, messy and frantic, the air consumed with the sound of slick skin and broken gasps.
“Say it,” he growls against my mouth. “Say you want me to fuck you.”
“I want you,” I gasp, stroking him harder, biting his shoulder. “I want you to fuck me, Jesse.”
His forehead drops against mine as he thrusts two fingers deeper, rougher, his thumb circling my clit until I’m clinging to him, thighs quivering.
I grind against his hand, naked, desperate, moaning his name with every stroke. He presses his body harder into mine,pinning me to the wall, his cock heavy and hard in my palm as I pump him faster.
It’s filthy. It’s raw. And it feels so fucking good.
I’m right on the edge, his fingers curling, his thumb relentless, my whole body straining for release, when…
The front door slams open.
Oh fuck.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Leo
DECEMBER 5TH
I don’t knowhow to handle shit with Karl at the moment. We’re just… in limbo.
We’ve been coexisting. Living under the same roof, working the same shifts, eating the same food. Pretending things are fine, even though the air between us is foggy with all the things we didn’t say. We crack jokes in front of the others. We pass tools back and forth without making eye contact. We act normally.
But every look is a challenge. Every silence is a dare.
Tonight is no different.
But I’m not going to bite.
Let him go ahead of me, swing the door open way too hard. Let him barrel inside, call after Liv before the door even clicks shut.
I’ll go slower, shrugging out of my jacket, every bone in my body aching from the shift. All I want is a beer and maybe five minutes of quiet before Karl starts running his mouth.
But then his words cut off. Just stop.
I frown, stepping farther inside. “What’s?—”
And then I see it.
Olivia. Against the wall. Naked except for Jesse fucking Fletcher pinning her there like she belongs to him. His hand is between her thighs. Hers is shoved down the front of his jeans. Both flushed, panting, caught in the act so raw there’s no mistaking what they were in the middle of.
Something sharp rips through my chest. Jealousy, rage, heat. Fuck if I know. I just stand there, frozen, my fists curling tight at my sides while Karl whistles low.
“Well, shit,” he says, smirking. “Here’s me and Leo fighting over you, Liv. Didn’t know other men were in the picture.”
Olivia jerks away from Jesse, scrambling for her towel, cheeks blazing. Jesse, though? He only moves to pull his zipper up. Then glares at Karl like he’d murder him where he stands if he had the chance.
“Shut your mouth,” Jesse growls, shielding her.
Karl laughs, shaking his head. “Relax, lover boy. I’m not the one sneaking around like some horny teenager in my friend’s house.”
The room goes electric.
