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Green, but somehow still like flames.

“Fuck,” I uttered as my balls tightened and I came, faster than I’d expected, spilling white along the back of my hand and the bottom of my shirt.

I barely caught my breath afterwards.

Why had I ever gone there at all?

But also…why had I ever left?

For a brief moment, the air was still in the cab of my pickup. The world fell silent other than my breath, and finally, my heart rate started to go down.

The thoughts floated through my mind as I went inside and showered off, scrubbing my body clean and putting on fresh clothes.

I pulled out my phone and texted him.

As usual, I was only able to say what I wanted onlyafterthe fact.

Max

Tired of you secretly following me around. Just do it openly, next time.

Draven

I’ll be at the beer fest tomorrow in town.

Fuck. Of course you already know I’ll be working there.

I like knowing where you are.

That should freak me out. Why doesn’t it?

Because you like me.

For fuck’s sake. Stop.

Can’t. Sorry.

It was so hot tonight, Draven. I couldn’t…

I know. Don’t worry. Next time you’ll have my mouth.

I want that. And I really wish I didn’t want you.

You already have me.

With each passing text message, it became completely obvious.

It wasn’t out of my system.

It hadn’t only happened because he’d triggered some sort ofpeople-getting-caughtkink I had inside me.

The more I thought about it, the less it felt likenothing.

Draven was no longer something I could ignore.

Chapter 8

Draven

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