Page 49 of Feverburn

She massaged my shoulders, staring at my lips.“I think we got off on the wrong foot and need to settle some things.”

What kind of turnaround was this? Unable to think with her body on mine, I ran my hands up her sides and back down to her hips, slightly squeezing them.“What did you have in mind?”

She leaned in languidly, swiping the tip of her nose against mine, a breath away from akiss.“I think we need to come to a truce.”

“Go on.”

She sat upright and tossed her hair, revealing that the white shirt had an embarrassing photo of me from when I was a teenager printed across the chest.

In the photo, I was spread eagle, with my shorts shoved to my groin and hot dogs duct taped up my inner thighs. Harley did it after spiking my Gatorade with Benadryl. It wasrevengefor drawing a dick on his face with apermanentmarker while he fell asleep during a road trip. He had to walk around the beach with a cartoon cock on his chin, so I was asking for it. The evidence of the prank stretched across herperfecttits heated mybloodwith wrath and desire.

She shimmied her chest with a smug giggle before whispering, “You need to know who you’re fucking with.”

“I’d rather just be fucking you.”

She tried to hide her gasp at my retort, but I nipped her bottom lip before kissing her. She melted into me, losing herself in our kiss. Fighting my instincts, I pulled away, keeping my mouth close to hers. I liked watching her eyelids grow heavy withyearningas I swiped my thumb across her bottom lip.“Let me guess; you got that from Viv?”

She nodded, fighting a smile.

I held her head close, whispering in her ear.“Rosie, babe, if you wanted some of this dick, you could’ve just asked. It would be a shame if you wasted that pretty pussy of yours on something as vile as Dane. He could never make you come like I could.”She huffed at my statement, clearly not expecting how blunt andfilthyI turned this little prank. Still gently holding the back of her head, I dragged my nose up her neck, loving her scent. I brushed akissalong her pulse, making her swallow hard.“You didn’t make thatsillylittle shirt and come down here just to taunt me, did you? You want me,”my other hand grabbed her ass, pressing her against me,“and you want to feel what we could do to each other.”

She pulled up from me, bracing herself on my pecs.“Why would I want to be with you, Carson? You don’t talk to anyone. You always say you can’t date me but won’t leave me alone. You act like you have some claim over me—”

“That’s because I do,”I said in a rush before I pulled her back with a hungrykiss, unable to help myself anymore. I needed this. I needed this so badly. She wrapped her arms around my neck, tilting her head to deepen ourkiss. Her little moans made my cock rigid within seconds. She felt it and started grinding against it, causing more cries to break in her throat.

Her hands wandered to my scruff before raking through my hair. She broke thekissand whispered between us.“I had never kissed a man with a beard before you. I like it. I want to feel more of it.”

“Where would you like to feel more of it?”I murmured. She panted while I trailed kisses up the column of her neck.“Between your thighs?”She nodded.“Here?”I asked while running a hand between herperfectboobs, from her sternum to her throat.

“Yes. Baby, I want you. Keep going,”she breathed, winding her hips in circles on my lap.

“I’dloveto. I know I’m clean, and I have condoms.”I traced a row of fingertips low on her torso.“Are you on—”

“I have an IUD,” she interrupted herself with a kiss, “and I’m in the clear.”

I pushed her to sit up. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples hardened, poking out against the edges of the picture on the shirt. I grazed my hands up her sides, watching her bite her lower lip and rock herself against my cock. Her pupils dilated with hunger as I skimmed my hands over the peaks of her breast, letting the nipples drag against my palms before I grabbed each mound. She sucked in a breath as I rubbed each nipple with the pads of my thumbs.

“I don’t like this shirt on you,” I stated, searching her face to gauge her response. She lifted her arms, urging me on. I grabbed the hem and began lifting it off her chest when the harsh bark and the sound of the back door opening punched the silent air.

Rosie shot off my lap wide-eyed. We stared at each other in horror for a split second before Iconcealedmy dick, standing as she slinked to the corner between a filing cabinet and the wall. I flashed her a pleading look and walked out of the office, pulling the door shut behind me.

Harley swung open the heavy back door,“Hey man!” he said, pattingKiszka, who was already greeting his dog Storm.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”I asked.

“I needed more of those solar string lights for the party. I could say the same for you. It’s really late. Everything okay?”

“Ah, yeah, Skyler fucked up. I was trying to fix hismistake. I was about to leave.”

I waited for Harley to grab his shit, praying neither dog sniffed out Rosie the whole time. Together, we left the store and walked to our trucks, leaving her still hiding in my office.

His cabin was in the same direction as mine, so I couldn’t stall or turn around without him noticing. It was a fifteen-minute drive, and when the path forked, he took a right, and I took a left, flooring my truck, eating up the road to race home.

Once parked in my garage, I pulled out my phone to text Rosie. Then out of practicality, I cut the shit and sent her a voice memo instead.

“You were so ready for me,”I murmured into my phone.

She shot back a voice memo within seconds. “You were so hard for me.”

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