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)
“Sorry, you were saying something about business obligations?”
“I have a lot to thank you for, Hot Lips, and I don’t know how to do this, considering we’re dating, but I wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t…”
He reached into his back pocket and slid out a slip of paper. As he handed it to me and I saw the fifteen grand made out to me, I quickly realized what it was.
“Oh my God,” I said. “I’m seriously holding this right now.”
That was three times as much as I had made part-timing at Fever Pitch.
But despite the excitement about holding such a big check in my hand, it didn’t mean much. “I already told you I’m not accepting your money.”
“I was thinking it over while we were celebrating in Parlaisa. You need this. You’re in school right now, and part-time waiting tables won’t cover everything you need. It’s my gift to you for all you’ve done for me.”
I cringed as I tore the slip in half, which made Owen’s brow furrow… It was a very sexy furrow, really.
“O, I appreciate the thought. It’s sweet, but I want to do this whole starving-college-kid thing for myself. So let’s make a deal: when we get home, you give me the only gift that matters.” I slid my hand down to his crotch, gripping his balls as I tossed the check halves over my shoulder. “So now will you stop treating me like some sort of cheap prostitute?”
“Actually, a fairly expensive prostitute.”
I laughed before kissing him, enjoying my real reward for everything we’d been through together.
I pulled away from those wet lips.
“I hope you know,” he continued, “I wasn’t giving you that to disrespect you or make you feel like I didn’t believe you could take care of yourself. I know how capable you are, and I admire—”
I slammed my lips against his once again before pulling away. “Enough about this. We need to get back to the house so you can treat me like a sex worker…and maybe get a peek at this little surprise I got under these pants.”
“Mmm…yes, that sounds like exactly what we need to do.”
I was still sharing an apartment with Steve and Casey, but I was mostly staying over at Owen’s rental. Still, he would occasionally swing by our place for dinners or to play video games with the guys.
“However, maybe we won’t leave two halves of a big check lying around,” Owen said.
“Oh yeah. That might not be great,” I said with a laugh.
He stooped down and grabbed the pieces of his check, and I noticed another quick movement coming from the back hall. I turned to see Carter zipping his fly and searching around. “You guys seen Saw?” Another guy, much bigger than Carter—the one he’d been stalking earlier—stepped out behind him, sliding his arm around Carter’s waist.
“He went that way, I’m pretty sure,” Owen replied.
The guy behind Carter said, “You want to head back to my place?”
“You’re fun, but not tonight, okay?”
“Worth a shot,” Carter’s guy said, shrugging before he and Carter split up.
At that point, Owen and I agreed it was time to head out to have a little alone time, when we saw Carter and Sawyer slip out of the crowd toward the front door.
Sawyer was in the lead, with Carter practically jogging behind.
“Hey, man. Just wanted to chat for a second.”
Sawyer stopped and turned to him, looking annoyed. “There’s nothing to talk about,” he said dismissively before walking through the door, leaving Carter in the entryway, glancing around uneasily.
“Ooh, there’s some kind of story there,” Owen said, turning to me.
Seeing Carter with that guy he’d been interested in, followed by his peculiar interaction with Sawyer, left me wondering what could have possibly happened in that back hallway. Sawyer and Carter had a tendency to get on each other’s nerves, so Carter had probably put his foot in his mouth at some point during the night. I hoped a little sobriety might resolve the issue.
We hunted down all the guys who were still around and said our goodbyes before slipping back to Owen’s place.
OWEN
The promise of seeing Keeg in his panties kept me hard the whole ride back to my place.
As long as it seemed to take, it was as though I blacked out between the moment we opened the front door and the moment we were in bed together, clawing at one another’s flesh. I was stripped down, naked, with Hot Lips in just his jeans, offering wet kisses before flinging his cap off the bed.
“I know how my prince enjoys these curls,” he said, and I ran my fingers through them and tugged gently, watching as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation.
On my knees between his legs, he had his legs positioned on either side of me, and as I continued kissing down his neck, he lounged back across the sheets. I ran my face and hands down over his body, taking it all in—as much as I could manage. I massaged my thumbs against his flesh until I reached his fly, which I bit at before unbuttoning it.