Page 68 of Pulse
“Fuck, I want to do you on the kitchen table.”
Ren began to laugh and it was the most fucking intoxicating sound… I could get drunk on that shit.
“Maybe we can revisit that notion tonight.”
She stepped away, but I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her right back. “Do you think they’ll let me stay?”
She nodded, her arms snaking around my neck. “They better.”
“It’s all out there now,” I said with a shrug. “Who fuckin’ knows what’s going to happen.”
“The Twins will come round,” she said. “Dad will eventually.”
“I fuckin’ hope so,” I mumbled against her mouth.
She pulled away slightly and said, “I’ll talk to him. It’ll be better coming from me.”
“He won’t let you go back to The Underground,” I said. “I’m not sold either, Spitfire.”
“Too bad, so sad,” she said, her lip curling into a wicked smile. She shoved her hands down the back of my jeans and dug her fingernails into my ass cheeks.
Groaning, I flexed into her lower stomach. “You’re bad-ass Ren Miller.”
She gasped as she felt my hardening cock and muttered, “And don’t you forget it.”
