Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“It’s this thing we do every year. One of the many events to support charities and nonprofits in town. Kind of a big deal. It’s a great time for the animal shelter because we run this event where people can meet and greet puppies and kitties up for adoption. Find them some good homes.”
“Sounds like a good cause to invest my time in. I guess I’ll have to take Carter up on his offer.”
“You don’t have to do that, O.”
“Keegan, I want to do it. When is it?”
“Early November, right after Halloween. We’ll all be helping out and getting stuff together for the big day…and there’s this ball.”
“A ball? And who was going to escort you to this ball?” he asked, his expression full of suspicion.
“Well, now, I guess my prince boyfriend.”
“I can’t believe I’m just finding out about this. Thank God I came to town to discover this secret life of yours.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. The festival happened every year and had naturally become a part of all our lives, so I had hardly considered mentioning it. However, it was nice seeing that Owen wanted to be a part of my life as much as I wanted to be a part of his.
We returned to my car and enjoyed the alien-frat-horror B flick The Frat Kids vs Space Warriors. Campy as fuck, it was hilarious and even had some sexy shirtless guys, and when one of them was getting it on with one of his sorority girlfriends, I used the opportunity to slip my arm around O’s shoulder.
He side-eyed me as he was about to put a couple of pieces of popcorn in his mouth. “Are you trying to make a move on me, Mr. Kruse? Because I have to warn you, if you plan to keep your arm around me like that, then I’m going to have a difficult time.”
“Difficult time with what?”
“Keeping my hands off you.”
“That doesn’t sound like such a terrible—” Before I had a chance to finish my sentence, he dropped his popcorn back into the bag between his legs and mashed his lips against mine. The heat he gave off rushed against my face as we clawed at each other, nearly as desperately as we had when we’d first gotten into the car after he’d arrived at the airport. He drew me near, attempting to put the popcorn on the floorboard but knocking it over so it went flying out of the bag. Neither of us gave a fuck, though, as he discarded it, and I crawled into his lap, ducking to keep my head from hitting the ceiling.
I wasn’t hungry for steak burger or popcorn.
Just his cock.
I felt like my hole was puckering in anticipation of him pushing into me, taking me and claiming my body.
And oh, I wanted him to claim my body. I wanted to belong to my Prince Owen.
I chuckled at the thought, which made him pull away and glance me over. “What is it?”
“Nothing. I was just thinking about the absurdity of it all. Of having the prince of some foreign country in my 2003 Honda Civic, making out with me like a teenager.”
“You make it all feel like this absurd, beautiful fantasy, Keegan. I want to enjoy every moment of it with you.”
As we kissed again, he slid his hands under my shirt.
His touch stirred that familiar fire. It was as though our bodies had been made for each other, as though everything in my life had pulled me to that moment.
Owen said, “Okay, now might be a good time for us to slide into the back seat so that I can enjoy a good make-out session with you.”
“Agreed,” I replied, and we slipped out of the car so we could get into the back seats.
“Hey, bruh!” I heard, and turned to see Casey walking by, holding hands with a guy.
Not Steve, but some six-foot-something guy with a beard and muscles filling out a tight-as-hell thermal.
I froze in place, hoping it was dark enough that he wouldn’t be able to see the massive hard-on Owen had given me. Casey was holding a milkshake, so I guessed he was coming back from the concessions.
“Rodney, this is Keegan. Keegan, this is Rodney.” Rodney offered a polite, shy nod.
“Nice meeting you,” he said, then added, “Case, you can meet me at the car if you want to talk for a sec.”
“Awesome. See you in a minute.”
Oh, fuckin’ A.
“I didn’t know you guys would be out here,” he said as he approached and offered Owen and me hugs.
“Who’s the hottie?” Owen asked.
“I didn’t realize you had a date tonight,” I added. “Figured you would have mentioned that at some point earlier.”
Casey’s face twisted up. “Rodney wants to keep it quiet for now, but we’re kind of serious.”
“How serious is serious?”
“A few weeks.”