Tangled

135 Lisa: A Simple Tryst (1)

LISA

It’s a relief to see Ava relaxing a little at the party and getting along with one of the girls from training. Mia’s always been friendly.

“So, Lisa,” Bren drawls, his eyes glinting with mischief as he leans in close. “Tell me something about you that would surprise me.”

I can’t help but giggle, feeling a delicious thrill shiver through me at his proximity. It’s been so long since I’ve had a fun flirtation. The only manet to interact with is Kellan, the boring beta with all his rules and

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‘Hmm, well…” I tap my chin, pretending to think it over. “I once ate an entire large pizza by myself in one sitting. Pepperoni, sausage, the works.”

3ren laughs, a rich, warm sound that wraps around me ike a cozy blanket. “Impressive. I like a girl with a healthy appetite.”

He steps even closer, until there’s barely an inch of

space between us. I can feel the heat radiating off his body, and it takes all my willpower not to press myself against him.

We chat and flirt, our faces so close I can count the flecks of gold in his hazel eyes. The rest of the party fades away until it’s just us, lost in our own little bubble.

“Hey,” Bren murmurs, his breath ghosting over my cheek. “Want to take a quick walk outside? Get some fresh air?”

My heart skips abt at the suggestion, excitement zinging through my veins. I glance over at Ava, seeing her deep in conversation with Mia, the other girl’s hand resting on her arm.”

“Sure,” I agree, biting my lip to contain my grin. “Lead the way.”

Bren takes my hand, his fingers lacing through mine, and guides me quickly through the crowd. Into the kitchen, where we both grab a cup of punch and drink it between giggles and hot, heavy stares.

I gulp mine down as quick as I can.

He does too.

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We’re on the same page. That’s always good.

We slip out the back door into the cool air of autumn, brushing away the heat of summer.

Before I can even catch my breath, Bren is spinning me around and pressing me up against the rough brick wall. His lips crash into mine, hungry and insistent. I gasp into the kiss, my hands f**g in his shirt to drag

him closer. –

Bren’s hands skim down my sides to grip my hips as he deepens the kiss. His tongue. eeps into my mouth, teasing and tasting. I moan, heat flooding through me, my skin buzzing with sensation.

it, like he wants to devour me whole. It’s intoxicating, being the sole focus of his intensity.

I’ve ever kissed,

be the first

now, with the alcohol burning in my veins and his kisses drugging my mind, I’m

more.

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sparks dancing down my spine. His lips trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I tilt my head

to the rush

so ** hot,” Bren growls against my skin, nipping at my pulse point. “Been wanting to do

been, like, thirty

ant into his ear,

to unbuckle his jeans. The bulge I’m already feeling is

This is an amazing

not that I’m a s**t. I don’t sleep with anyone who looks my way. But if I’m interested, and he’s interested -well, is there a reason to play silly games when you

long minutes,” he hisses as my fingers manage to pry his buckle apart. Sliding my hands down the waistband of his boxers, I

prayer.

bulge is everything it promised to

than getting hot

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out fine (it really is what they do with it), but so few of them can follow basic instructions, much less focus on someone

yank my jeans down with little finesse. Thankfully, they’re stretchy and accommodate going over my hips without being

can hear other noisy sounds around us. We’re not the only

I’m okay with it.

in Bren’s eyes is thrilling, a different experience. Ava had talked about being devoured, about the dominance of both Clayton

eyes are rimmed with

is real, and

in their wake. I

want you right now,” he

leg around his hip to

against my core, only the thin barrier of his boxers and my panties separating us. I grind against him shamelessly, chasing the delicious friction. He groans, his fingers

his domination, reveling in the way

I gasp as his fingers brush over my clothed sex, my hips bucking into his touch. Even through

something special-it’s just

like partaking in

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back against the wall as his fingers fumble beneath the

underwear.

then a second

but I grind against his hand as

groans.

fucking wet. You want

doing it for me, so I kiss him instead of answering.

I want

okay if I f**k

leg

inside me. Now.”