Page 68 of Being Us (Next Generation 4)

“I can’t have more bodies on my hands, Tanner. That includes yours. We’ve already lost too much.” Greyson pulled his phone out of his pocket. “What do you want with Bee?”

And we were back to that. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” My cock still burned as the memory of her pumping it hard and fast in the shower last night, rushed through me.

“Why don’t you try that again and tell me the truth this time?” He took a step toward me.

My heart started racing, my skin became clammy. “Don’t. I just…” Spots danced in my vision.

The door suddenly opened, revealing Busy.

“Uncle Greyson, I just wanted to add—Tanner.” Busy rushed to me, sitting on the bed beside me and cupping my shaking hands. Her touch, that single gentle touch, calmed the nerves. My hands stopped trembling, my heart slowed, the spots disappeared. “You good?” she asked gently.

I looked at her then. “I am now.”

She gave me a small smile.

“Fucking hell,” Greyson muttered. “Bee.”

Her head whipped around. “I’m not leaving.”

His phone took that moment to ring. “Shit.” He brought it up to his ear. “What? Oh…sorry, beautiful. What’s wrong?” He pointed at Busy. “You behave. Tanner, we’ll talk later. I have to make some calls.” He left the room but kept the door open. “I’m here, Eve. Sorry, dealing with shit,” he explained to his wife, his voice trailing off as he went up the stairs to the main floor.

“I guess I should behave.” Busy waggled her eyebrows.

As much as I didn’t want to, I pulled away from her and slid off the bed. “Why did you do that?”

“Why did I do what?” She rose to her knees and shuffled to the edge of the bed before sitting back on her heels. “You looked like you were about to have an anxiety attack. I know I haven’t known you for long but I’m sure you didn’t want my uncle seeing that.”

“No. I didn’t.” I leaned against the wall and shoved my hands in my pockets. “What did Tommy say to you?”

“Not much.” She sighed. “But he knows where you are, Tanner. That can’t be good.”

But I didn’t care about me. As much as it made me sound like a dick, I didn’t care about anyone in this house either. The only person I cared about was kneeling right in front of me.

Before I could stop myself, I went up to Busy and captured her hair in my fist.

She gasped, staring up at me with those beautiful big brown eyes of hers.

I wanted her mouth on mine. I wanted to taste her tongue, swallow her moans and feel her tremble against me. With her dark eyes begging me for more and that flush in her cheeks, I knew that she felt it too.

“Tanner,” she said, placing her hands on my chest. “What are you doing? Uncle Greyson could come back at any moment.”

“I don’t give a shit about that.” And I didn’t. The fact that she kept standing up for me, made me want more. The fact that she looked at me as a person and not as a monster, made me crave everything there was when it came to Busy.

I wanted to get to know her. Date her. Be with her. In every sense of the word.

I was like a predator and she was my prey. I wanted to rip her apart with my teeth, run my rough hands over her soft body, and just take us both away until the only thing left was us.

“Tanner,” she repeated, licking her lips. “It’s not safe…whatever it is you want to do…it’s not safe.”

“I don’t give a shit anymore, Busy. I want to feel you against me.” I leaned down toward her, my mouth mere inches from hers. “I want you in my arms. I want to hold you. Kiss you.”

“And more?”

I took a deep breath. “Yeah, baby. And more.”

She gulped, the sound hitting me square in the dick.

“I’ve had a hard time controlling myself. Making you come and then pushing you away. That was hard as fuck, Busy. When I met you, nothing else mattered. You were put in my life for a reason.”

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