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“Yeah.” I push past her and rush for the door. “See you later, Skyler.”
“Carson?”
I ignore her confused tone and hurry out of the apartment, shutting the door firmly behind me. I need to get away from her and the conflicting feelings rushing through me. Skyler is Grace’s best friend…she’s my frenemy...like family to me. I can’t think of her as anything else! Yeah, okay, my best friend is currently dating my sister, but it’s different. Jensen and Grace don’t have the same history that Skyler and I do. There is no woman in the world more off-limits than Skyler McKenzie. I need to make sure I don’t forget that fact.
CHAPTER FIVE: MEET THE TEAM
SKYLER
I lie in bed,staring up at the ceiling, completely unable to sleep. All I can think about is Carson. I hadn’t expected to see him again so soon after arriving in Denver. It’s been so long…between college and our vastly different careers that our paths haven’t crossed in years.
Seeing him again has left me feeling more rattled than I would like. He was always attractive, but he seems even more handsome than I remember. He’s put more muscle on his tall frame. His blue eyes are stunning, more piercing than is fair. If he were any other man, I’d have been all over him.
However, he’s still the same old asshole I grew up with.
Infuriating, arrogant, and all-too-aware of how good looking he is.
Rolling to my side, I hug one of the pillows against my chest and squeeze my eyes shut, willing the room to stop spinning and my mind to stop thinking about Carson. Try as I might, I just can’t push him from my mind. Our bickering earlier got me heated…in more ways than one.
I’m tingling between my legs. I have been since I first laid eyes on Carson in the apartment doorway. The tingling onlyintensified as the evening progressed. Now it’s a persistent sensation I can’t ignore. Because of the alcohol rushing through my system, I don’t really have the fortitude to resist.
With a growl of frustration, I roll onto my back again and hit my fists against the mattress on either side of me.
“Carson, you bastard,” I hiss into the darkness.
With a groan of defeat, I plunge my hand down into my panties and press my fingers against my clit. I whimper as I begin rubbing tight circles over my clit. My eyes close and all I can see in my mind is Carson. I imagine him standing over me, watching as I play with myself.
“Need a hand?”he asks as his eyes glint with mischief and blatant hunger.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, imaginary Carson puts a knee on the bed and crawls over me. He reaches up a hand and pulls my lip free from my teeth.
“What a naughty girl you are, Star. Thinking of me when you’re touching your sweet little pussy. Wishing I was really here to fuck you into oblivion.”
“Son of a bitch,” I groan as I move my fingers faster.
Pleasure unfurls deep in my belly and spreads throughout my body. I curl the fingers of my free hand into the bedsheets as I arch my hips. More…I need more.
I can already tell my own hand isn’t going to be enough, but I’m not going to stop now. I’m so close, and I need this release so bad. It’ll take the edge off. Maybe I’ll be able to think straight and relieve some of my frustration.
“Will it?”fantasy Carson whispers in my ear.“What if you wake up still thinking of me. Wishing it was my hand between your legs? What will you do then? Just keep playing with yourself over and over again? It’s just not going to be enough. Not until it’s me.”
My breathing grows heavy until I’m panting with need.
“I don’t want it to be you,” I insist in a low voice, even as I continue to furiously rub my clit.
“Don’t lie to yourself,”he murmurs, and I can almost feel his fingers grazing my arm.“Oh, but you really do, Star. You want my mouth on you, devouring your core. You want my thick cock pushing deep inside you, taking you like the naughty girl you know you are.”
This is so messed up, but I can’t stop. I’m undulating my hips and thrashing my head back and forth. I’m getting closer and closer to my peak. Just a little bit more…
“Come on, baby,”Carson orders.“Come on your fingers while thinking of me.”
For some reason, that pushes me over the edge. I throw back my head and let out a breathless cry as my orgasm sweeps through me.
When it’s over, I release a long breath and let my body relax into my bed. I feel calmer. Imaginary Carson isn’t teasing me anymore, so that’s a plus. It’s a good thing that imaginary Carson is way better than the real thing. I really needed that release. I’m sure it wasn’t even the idea of Carson that brought this on. I haven’t even had time for a casual fling since I started working forCode Kickerswhich is unusual for me. I’m typically able to procure at least a quick hook-up with relative ease. I’ve been pent-up, and that’s just made me sensitive to any semi-attractive man I come across…including Carson.
What just happened was a moment of weakness. It won’t happen again.
“All right, are you ready for this?”