Savage Redemption by Carter Steele

Author:Carter Steele
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-03-29T04:00:00+00:00

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Heather

Oh, Brock.

I didn’t care what Jess, the school, parents, or anyone else had to say about Brock King. I didn’t care that he had hurt me a decade ago. I only cared that in the time we’d spent flirting and playing pool, I felt like a teenage girl all over again.

Brock’s handsome and muscular body helped, obviously, but it was really his mysterious aura, his multi-layered charm, and his amusing smirk that made him so damn sexy. It wasn’t like I was trying to fall into his charm; he just had such a way about him that it was virtually impossible to stay detached. It felt like a fait accompli that I would have kissed him there.

And yet, just like ten years ago, he had walked out without any warning, right when things were going to get good.

Admittedly, my frustration wasn’t just with the lack of a kiss. It was from not having any good kisses in the last several years. It was from the sickening feeling of deja vu that he was leaving me. It was from many factors that made me think “it’s the same as always.” I was reduced to begging him to come back.

At least he had promised that this wouldn’t be the end. But how the hell would it keep going? He didn’t have my new phone number. We’d only run into each other by coincidence.

But it’s Brock. Something tells me he’ll find a way to figure it out.

Still, left without a kiss and having been so aroused as to nearly make out with my ex in the span of a combined forty minutes of hanging out wasn’t just something that went away because he had gone away. I had a lot of pent up energy, and it wasn’t something easily released here in a public setting.

I closed my tab out quickly, jumped in my car, and sped home. I briefly checked my text messages at a stop light and saw Jess had invited me to a game night at her place, but I ignored it. I may not have been able to see Brock tonight, but I could still imagine what such an encounter would look like.

I got home, tried to tell myself to calm down, and laughed at the thought. I locked the door behind me, headed for my room, and took off all my clothes. I closed my eyes and started to imagine Brock approaching me at Porter Ridge Brewing.

But unlike at the real Porter Ridge, when Brock had had to suddenly leave, this time, he kissed me. And he didn’t just kiss me—he kissed me without abandon. His hands went on to the small of my back, lifting me up and off the ground. I let out a yip as his hands squeezed me against his body; in our position, I could feel his bulging cock. In real life, my hand slid down to my sex, gently rubbing at first.

Back in the fantasy, this time, Porter Ridge cleared out of all other customers and bartenders.

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