Page 27 of Heat Stroke

Bad enough I was laid back across the desk with his mouth and hands doing wicked things to me as I screamed his name.

Oh, God!

Blowing air out of my pursed lips, I rub my forehead.

“I can’t believe you’re sitting here lying to me, Wren. What do you think I’m going to say or do? Shit, Blaze is sexy. And, it’s not like you’re a slut bunny who hops from bed to bed. If he revved your engine, good for you! Hell, I’m kind of jealous!”

“We didn’t have sex, Alena! We almost did… I wanted to. But, he put the brakes on, okay?!” Her eyes almost pop out of her head. “He said he didn’t want our first time to be likethat… We’re going out tonight…”

She looks like a fish with her mouth forming a tiny “o” and her eyes all wide. Finally, she squeals. “Wren, so youdiddo more than kiss. Were y’all naked? Was he naked? Were you naked? How hot is he without clothes on? Does he have any more tattoos? Did he say anything when he sawyourtattoos?” She claps. “Oh, youhaveto give me more information. Don’t you dare try to tell me all you did was kiss!” Her hand makes a fist and she moves it toward her mouth as she uses her tongue to poke out her cheek. I slap at her as she laughs. “Did you swirl on his lollipop?” I cough and stare at my sister like I’ve never seen her before.

What the hell?

When did she start talking like that?!

“Alena, oh my God… Stop it.” My knuckles press against my cheeks as I shake my head at her. “No, I did not stop, drop, and suck. Now, get out of my office, you damn heathen.” I laugh uncomfortably.

She stands, cocking her head to the side, “Oh, whatever. I’m not a heathen. I’m just a woman who is very secure in her sexuality.” Opening the door, she leans on it with her hip and glances over at me. “And, I’m in a dry spell.”

I roll my eyes and call after her. “No lollipops, but… he had ice cream.” She spins back and gapes at me as I finger wave and look back down at my desk. “Bye, Alena.” Ignoring her as I feel her staring at me, I settle in and try to get some work done before I leave here and get ready for my date tonight.

With Blaze…

Oh, parts of me are blazing alright…

Blaze

After Wren leftand I was unable to go out to join the crew because of mycondition, I actually got a lot of paperwork done. Kristoph dropped lunch with the guys before bringing my lunch in and sitting across from me. I did my best to ignore him, but he finally laughed and said… “You’re a dirty dog!” As I glared at him, he tapped the front of the desk saying, “So, is this where she was sprawled out while you put it on her? Or,inher?!”

The anger that filled me at his words was instant. Rage filled my head and the urge to punch my brother was overwhelming. Slamming my hands on the top of the desk, I roared at him, “Don’t you dare talk about her like that!”

His eyes widened and he held his hands up to ward me off. “Whoa, calm down, Blaze. I was actually joking. Hello, construction site… But… there seems to be some truth to it.” I glared at him harder and he shook his head. “Seriously?! You and Wren… on this desk? Where I’m eating?”

I shook my head and muttered, “No, asshole. We didn’t fuck on the desk.”

He regarded me for a minute and chuckled. “She was ready to tear into you. So, no, I didn’t think you fucked on the desk. I was joking. I’m sorry. You know I wouldn’t talk about her, or any other woman like that.”

I didn’t tell him just how close to fucking on the desk we came… or that his sandwich is resting right where the action happened. Good thing I have Clorox wipes.

After pulling intoWren’s driveway, I park and glance at the clock on my dashboard. It’s a quarter to seven. I’m early. Better early than late.

Should I just sit out here?

Do I go knock?

She said seven, so what if she’s not ready?

Dammit, why does this feel like the first date I’ve ever been on?

Because, it matters, jack ass.

That’s why!

It does matter. I don’t want to do anything to screw this up. After everything, all of the past, she’s willing to give me a shot. I don’t deserve it and I know it. So, I damn sure don’t want to be fucking it up before we even leave her damn house.

My palms are sweaty.

Good lord, Blaze.

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