Page 58 of Being Us (Next Generation 4)

“Tell me something happy,” Busy said softly, pushing her cheek into my palm.

“I like this girl,” I blurted, my eyes dropping to her full mouth.

A slow smile spread on her face, giving me the courage to keep going.

I cleared my throat and continued. “Even though I like her, it’s dangerous. She knows some scary fuckers. And that’s saying something because I…well I haven’t dealt with the nicest people in my life.” My uncle being the worst of them all. “But I feel like we were put in each other’s lives for a reason.”

“Maybe it’s to drive the men in my life, crazy.” She winked.

“Or maybe it’s to help me be a better person.” I leaned forward, our lips mere inches apart. Anyone could come down into the basement and catch us, but at that point, I didn’t care. Catch had said there were cameras but not once, did anyone come down into the basement and pull us apart. I had a feeling that Busy was right and that he was just messing with me.

I wanted her. In any way that I could have her. Even if it was just a kiss. Eventually, it would turn into more but for now, I would take what I could get.

“Tanner.” Busy cupped my cheek, running her fingers over the scruff on my jaw. “I like you too,” she whispered, closing the last little bit of space between us.

As soon as her mouth pressed firmly against mine, a growl left me. Cupping the back of her head, I deepened the kiss.

She pushed me back, shuffling toward me and straddling my lap.

I should have told her to stop. I should have pushed her away knowing that we could get interrupted at any moment. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Because this was right. She was right.Wewere right.

Busy trailed her mouth down my jaw to my ear, her hot breath sending a shiver down my spine. “I need you. Inside me.”

My cock twitched beneath her ass.

When her hands pulled at my hoodie, I grabbed her wrists, stopping her.

“Wait.”

She stared down at me, a deep frown between her brows.

“Before you say that I don’t want you, I do. You have to feel how much I want you.

“Then why are you stopping?” Her gaze turned hard. “Is there something wrong with me?”

I rolled my eyes. “If I knew that no one was going to come down here and interrupt us, I would take you to my bedroom and…”

“And what?” she asked, breathless.

I took her hand and placed it on my crotch. “You feel how hard I am? All of this is for you. I want to make love to you. Fuck you. Make love to you some more. I’m not stopping because I want to. I’m stopping because…”

“Because the guys in this house could catch us and kill you,” she answered for me, her voice monotone.

I chuckled. “Something like that, baby.”

Busy huffed, moving from my lap and slumping on the couch beside me. “Fine.”

Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, I kissed her temple. “Don’t be mad at me.”

“I don’t know how you have so much self-control,” she mumbled.

My laugh deepened. “Lots of practice.” Pinching her chin, I turned her head to meet my mouth. “Don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad,” she said against my lips. “Just frustrated.”

“I know.” I was too and my cock fucking hurt but I didn’t want someone to walk in while I was balls deep inside her juicy body.

A moment went by where we just stared at each other. I wanted to pull her back into my arms but at the same time, I couldn’t.

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