Page 99 of Another Fox Bites the Dust

She’s wearing one of my shirts over her underwear and nothing else.

“Does it?” She arches back pushing her rear further into my palm.

The arousal is immediate, my cock waking up and poking against my briefs, trying to get to her.

I groan, my forehead dropping to her shoulder. “Are you trying to kill me?”

We spent most of last night working halfway through the box of condoms. I didn’t think I had any more lust to spare, but apparently Mindy can draw it out of me.

“Aw, poor baby.” She reaches over and shuts the burner off. Then she spins around and grabs my hand, pulling me over to the counter. She jumps up on it, pulling me between her hips. “This is a nice height, but you have too many clothes on.”

I glance down. “I’m only wearing underwear.”

She waves her hand. “As I said, too much. Take it off.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I capture her mouth in mine, my hands drifting to my waistband, but before I can pull them down far enough, the front door opens and someone stomps inside.

“Hey, Luke, you awake, man? Have you seen Min—holy shit!” A second later, the front door slams shut.

Mindy’s hands clench on my shoulders. “Oops.” She chuckles. “He finally caught us.”

I huff out a laugh. “Third time’s a charm, I guess.” Since he interrupted us at Veronica’s, then again when he came over after the show, this time we didn’t stand a chance.

“We should check on him.”

She waves her hand. “He’s probably halfway to Canada right now.”

Nonetheless, I put on some pants and open the front door, peeking outside.

Jake is on the front porch, flat on his stomach, banging his head against the wood, muttering something.

I tiptoe closer. “Jake? You all right?”

His mumbling gets clearer as I approach.

“Why, why, why?”

I crouch down next to him. “Hey, you okay?”

He stops muttering and lifts his head. “No. I am not okay. I came over to find Mindy and see if you wanted to help me kick Oliver’s ass at fishing, but now I can’t stop picturing. . . .” He grimaces and waves his hand.

“I’m sorry.”

He gives me a sardonic look. “No, you aren’t.”

“You’re right.” I grin. “I’m not. Well, Iamsorry we were interrupted.”

His eyes narrow. “If you keep looking all blissed out like that while talking about my sister, I might actually punch you.”

Mindy pads out onto the porch.

I turn around to watch as she walks over to us. She’s pulled on a sweater and her leggings from yesterday. “Sorry, Jake.”

He rolls to a sitting position, scowling but not meeting her eyes. “Whatever.”

“Is everything okay?” she asks.

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