“Like you’re on the rebound after Mandy.”
“You little brat. That blip in time was over a year ago.” When she pouted, I was able to laugh. She had a way of stripping the tension away.
Her fingers were still covered in cheesy powder as she tried to hide her laughter.
With her, everything was fresh and enjoyable, allowing me to act on both instinct and desire. I grabbed her hand, pulling her closer. She didn’t resist, but her breathing became labored, her long lashes skimming across her flushed cheeks.
“I’m not a brat,” she breathed.
“Yeah, you are. That’s alright. I can handle you.”
“You can?”
“Without any issue.”
She licked her lips, giving me a onceover. “Then prove it.”
CHAPTER 21
Axe
Famous last words.
At least for an unforgiving man like me.
When I pulled her fingers into my mouth, her exhale was exaggerated. The single dart of her tongue across her bottom lip was enough to drive me crazy. And she knew it.
I sucked on one finger then another, taking my time to savor the flavor while cleaning every inch of her skin.
She had the look I’d heard so much about, freshly fucked, and dear God, if my cock wasn’t tenting the damn sheets already. As usual, she noticed my condition. Nothing seemed to get by the woman. With her lips pursed, she ran a single finger of her other hand down the side of my dick while I continued to lick the fingers of her other.
“So back to when you were a child arsonist. Fires run in your blood,” she cooed.
I didn’t stop what I was doing until I’d finished. By then, she had her small hand wrapped around the base. “You so know how to hurt a guy. My parents punished all three boys since both Will and Jameson knew I’d started the fire. They told the authorities what we’d done. All three of us.”
“Oh, my God. Did your brothers beat your ass?” She reclaimed her clean hand, immediately shoving her fingers into the Cheez-Its box.
I could watch her eating crackers all day.
“Our mother forbid them from touching me at the time, but trust me, their memories were long and unforgiving. Even worse was the authorities.”
“Uh-oh.”
“Oh, yeah. We had to volunteer with the Forestry Service for six months. Plus, I had to confess my sins to the owner of a portion of the property.”
“I thought that happened in the mountains.”
“It did, but a cabin almost burned to the ground.”
“Who owned it?”
“You get three guesses and two of them don’t count.”
Kenzie munched on a cracker for a few seconds. “No, not the cabin my dad used to own.”
“The very one. I had no clue there was already bad blood between the families, but after that I knew. He wanted a kid locked up in jail.”
She rolled her eyes. “Sounds like my father. No wonder you were never his favorite.”
