“Shit,” I breathe.
“Is it okay? To make you come like this?” Wren asks.
“I might fucking die if you don’t.”
Wren gasps as everything boils down to this messy, clothed, and hot moment. I grip the back of their neck, pinning our lips together again. Everything in me is wound tight, trying to stay in control, but it’s slipping.
“I’m gonna?—”
“Me too,” Wren whispers, their head falling to my shoulder.
They rock once, twice more, then freeze, a broken sound escaping their lips. The second I feel them come, I grab their hips and rub their slick heat over me until I join them, groaning, thighs shaking.
Haven’t come in my jeans in a decade, but it’s the most meaningful sexual encounter I’ve had in the same duration.
We stay like that, clinging to each other, breathing each other in.
I lie, sweat-soaked and stunned. Like the pieces of me haven’t been put back together yet.
Then—
The hammering on the door is so loud, it shakes the frame.
Wren jumps in my arms, but I simply hold them even tighter.
“Catfish. If you’re in there, you need to get your ass into the fucking kitchen now.” Atom’s voice reverberates around the room.
I’ll deal with whatever follows, but I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t admit that his tone made my gut tighten a little.
“On my way,” I shout as Wren’s forehead hits my chest.
When I’m certain he’s gone, I thread my hands through Wren’s hair. I like tugging on it to get their attention, to get them to look at me.
“Terrible timing,” Wren says.
“Could’ve been worse. Let me go deal with this, and then I’ll be right back to pick it up.”
“Or rethink our life choices.”
Their words make me laugh, in spite of the moment. Carefully, I unravel us and kiss them one more time. “I look forward to getting to know you a whole heap better.”
Wren glances down at the wet stain on my jeans. “Me too.”
“You’re gonna be all kinds of trouble.”
Wren pushes the sheets off them, and I get an unhelpful look at their shapely legs with muscular calves.
I pull off my jeans and boxer briefs, using them to quickly clean up. There’s no point in being bashful after what we just did. I dip into the bathroom and splash some water on me before drying off with a towel. I swipe on some deodorant then step back into the bedroom to throw on some clothes.
“You have a beautiful body, River,” Wren says, sitting on the edge of the bed.
I like the soft way they say my name. “So do you.”
“You can barely see it,” they say.
I cup their cheeks and kiss them. “I don’t need to see it to know.”
I pull on clean clothes and shove my feet in my steel-toed boots instead of my regular ones. Maybe, subconsciously, I’m already gearing up for a fight. And if it’s with Grudge, I’m going to need every advantage to take the motherfucker down. He has two inches on me in height, and about thirty pounds of beefy muscle. But I’m faster. And I don’t give a fuck if the steel-toed boots are considered cheating.
