Page 46 of Running Winter

Good.

Rayna was insanely beautiful, but I knew Chase felt more than just dick twitches for her, so I wasn’t even going to go there.

This was more my thing. To give it to Heather, she was bold as fuck. She pulled me into the ladies restroom, pushing me against a cubicle door as girls in there gasped in disbelief.

“I’d probably go; she’s unpredictable.” I winked at them as Heather tugged at my belt.

She hadn’t even closed the door, and I couldn’t help but be turned on by the fact that anyone could walk in and see what we were doing.

Heather was on her knees, and my pants were around my ankles.

“Oh, good girl,” I praised, grinning down at her as she dragged her long nails along my stiff shaft, wrapping her fingers around my cock. “All the way, Heather, don’t disappoint.”

Her hot mouth wrapped around the tip of my cock, and I let out a growl of desire. My hands were lost in her hair, trying not to push myself all the way into her throat.

I couldn’t help but pump myself in and out of her mouth as she sucked, her eyes watering, but I couldn’t stop.

The sight of her on her knees on the pristine tiled floor, her lips pulled around my dick, was almost too much to take, but I had given the girl my word.

I was going to fuck her.

Just a little more of this.

Someone entered the restroom, but I was too far gone to care.

Heather stood, hitching her dress up as she handed me a condom, hissing at me to hurry up and fuck her.

I dragged the condom on, rubbing the tip against her wet slit. I slammed into her as she cried out, her head falling forward as her fingers grazed her toes.

Fuck, she’s flexible.

I pushed her dress up, my eyes delighting in the sight of her bare ass. I sucked my finger, positioning it at her asshole as she moaned and begged for more beneath me.

I was full-on fucking her now, and I didn’t need to move my finger too much—the thrusting was doing that for me.

It was then that I flicked my hair back, my eyes meeting those familiar grey ones I’d spent the early hours of Sunday morning sketching.

Rayna.

At first, I wasn’t sure what to do, but I realized Rayna was watching us. Her eyes dragged over me, and for some reason, it made me stupidly fucking hard.

Heather was too far gone to notice, and I was so close to exploding inside of her that I couldn’t stop.

I couldn’t help but maintain eye contact with Rayna, who stumbled backward.

As I came, I closed my eyes, trying to get the image of Rayna staring at us out of my head.

Heather shuddered and gasped beneath me, but I couldn’t care less.

What the fuck just happened?

FALLON FAIRYTALE

C H A S E

Rayna walked over to the table, sinking beside me in shock. I raised my eyebrow at her, as she blinked rapidly.

“What? What’s wrong?” I frowned, the whiskey making my head fuzzy already.

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