Page 94 of Voracious

Me: Are you alright? Are you too hungover to enter the world of socialising yet?

An hour later.

Me: I’m going to order us Chinese food when you get here. It’ll help the hangover.

Another two hours.

Me: I’m having withdrawals, Freckles. Want me to come to your house and nurse you back to health?

She replies instantly.

Freckles: No!

Freckles: I’m okay, just really tired. Me and Tylar are coming over later to go over plans with Ewan for the surprise studio he wants to build Luciella. We’re going to stay over. I can come and see you once Ty is asleep? I need to talk to you.

Freckles: I miss you.

I smile at the screen despite not knowing what she needs to talk to me about. It won’t be bad. We’re good. I type back.

Me: Sure. I miss you too, Freckles.

Finally,Tylarand Stacey are here and downstairs with my mum andEwan, but I wait. They’re discussing whatever plans they’re making for my sister’s studio, sinceTylar’s family owns the studio they dance at. When they eventually go to their beds, I wait a bit more.

Milo and Hopper are lying at my feet as I pet them when my phone vibrates, and it’s fucking embarrassing how fast I snatch it from the bedside unit.

Freckles: She’s asleep now. Get you at the pool house?

I frown. Why the fuck would she not just come here?

Me: I’ll race you.

She types and deletes a few times.

Freckles: I always win, remember?

I smirk like a psycho and get my shoes on, patting the dogs and telling them to stay in bed. The house is in darkness – unsurprising considering it’s one in the morning.

When I push into the pool house, I roll my eyes. Of course I got here first. I pull my phone out, about to tell her she most certainly didn’t win, when she rushes in.

My phone is tossed aside, and I scoop her into my arms without a word and crush my lips to hers. She whimpers but wraps her arms around me and kisses me back, sliding her tongue past my lips to tangle with my own.

I press her back to the door, closing it, and hum against her mouth as she tilts her head and deepens the kiss. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I grasp at her thighs and hips.

She tenses, and I loosen my hold. I’m so wound up, needing her, that I’m being too rough.

My phone dings twice, but I ignore it.

Stacey brushes her fingers through my hair, her hands on my cheeks, my neck, dragging down my chest, as if she’s studying every inch of me.

I grab her ass and grind my hardening cock against her, and she flinches with a hiss, freezing in my arms.

“Stop,” she cries against my mouth, and I pull back with confusion. “Please stop.”

I settle her on her feet. “What’s wrong?”

She breaks down into a sobbing mess, and I catch her as her knees give way, just as my phone dings once more.

I hold her to me as I glance down at my screen, which has lit up with three messages from a number I don’trecognise. It dings once more as Stacey weeps into my chest, clinging to me for dear life and not telling me what’s wrong.

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