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I hurt enough for the both of us.
I’d wanted to throw up after what happened in the woods. How she cried. How she’d made me fuck her even though she was crying. The whole situation had been fucked up, and my chest seared.
Red…
I closed my eyes, in agony for us both. I just had to get through this trip. I did that, and we wouldn’t have to see each other anymore. Did it suck knowing I’d have to probably stay in this room on the days leading up to Christmas with Thatcher and Wells talking shit? Yeah, but at least they were talking to me again. They hadn’t been in their feelings and got over my lying shit easy. Were they still mad at me? Probably, but I didn’t give a shit.
I got some grumbling after I tossed shoes at them. They talked more bullshit, because this time, the shoes landed. They had a look like they might attempt some retaliation, but I sat up, so they settled back into their positions. They were still intimidated by me, which was good. I had lots of years of tackling them both into submission if they pissed me off.
I was utilizing that history now despite a few things changing. I brought a foot up and stared out into the woods again. A knock hit the door, and when Thatcher called for whoever to come in, they did.
“Is Wolf in here? His mom said that—”
My head snapped right, so hard in fact I’d probably be regretting that shit. My spine and back in general were doing pretty good today, but I didn’t need to grant them a reason to give me problems.
Red paused by the door, and I had to say, she made an appearance. Both Thatcher and Wells stopped playing their video game, and I had stopped breathing.
I think that had something to do with her coming over.
Red stalked over was more like it. She had her little arms crossed, and what could only be described as determination wove tightly in her flushed features. A rosy tone bloomed hot all over her body, and I was aware because I was taking inventory of said body. Her crossed arms hugged those big, beautiful tits of hers, her flower tattoos in a flourish over her full arms and thick thighs. She wore her shredded jeans, and I got peeks of her water-colored flowers. Lightly colored blooms I wanted to lick. Suck.
The same went for the koi tat swimming along her shoulder, her freckled skin an abyss I wanted a summer fucking pass to. That and her ass, and if I’d been paying attention to anything but that and the rest of her, I’d realize she was standing in front of me pissed the hell off.
Which she was.
I’d seen Fawn red before. I mean, she was always red, but there wasn’t an inch of her that wasn’t reaching the tone of her freckles. She was also breathing heavy, and my heart raced. I swallowed. “What—”
“I want to have sex with you.”
The fuck…
No words. Like zero fucking words, and her hands moved to her hips. She appeared less angry and more impatient now. Her head cocked. “Did you hear me?”
Yeah, I heard her, and Thatcher and Wells did too. Their players had completely died on the screen at this point, the pair frozen just like me. I cut to Red. “What are you talking about?”
Impatience had been correct. Fawn tapped her sock-covered foot, shifting. “Just what I said. I want to have sex with you. Hot, consensual sex.” She rose and dropped her arms. “I’m not sure how else I can break that down.”
I had no idea what the fuck was going on here, but my attention rerouted when Thatcher sat up and ripped the bowl of cinnamon popcorn out of Wells’s lap. Wells barked a protest, and Thatcher waved him off.
"I need this more than you,” he said, and my jaw clenching, I growled.
“Get the fuck out of here now,” I seethed before going back to Red. I didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about. If she’d lost her mind or what, but regardless, I didn’t need them here for this.
“This is our room, bro.” Thatcher lay back, shoving popcorn down his esophagus like this was a matinee. He waved a hand. “Y’all go ahead and continue.”
Growling again, I left them and the situation when I got a hand on Red. She yipped out her little retort, but I didn’t give a shit.
“Wolf, let go. What the fuck!”
Her attempts to jerk away from me were futile. I was stronger than her, and I enforced that strength all the way into Thatcher and Wells’s bathroom. I locked the door and didn’t let go until after I did.
Red balled her small fists in front of me, looking all cute and shit, and it reminded me of when she threatened to punch my ass out in the woods. She pointed at me. “That is the last time you put your hands on me without my permission. You understand me? The absolute last fucking time. Touch me again unless I want you to, tell you to, and I’ll scream for this whole fucking house to hear.”
She was being entirely serious, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.
And why was my dick hard?
Something about her telling me what to do. One hundred percent, I wasn’t into that shit and dropped chicks who’d tried for less. I didn’t have time for it, and there were easier lays.
