Push Comes to Shove
Short Fiction by Rebecca Kovar
Nate and Seth series
Nate and Seth vol. 2
Sunday, November 04, 2012
When they were little, he’d teased Sasha about her carrot-red hair and freckles.
Karma is such a bitch.
She leaned against the wall, auburn curls swept into knot, sweater falling over one shoulder to reveal her long neck and sinfully tempting collar bone. He wished for nothing more than to let his tongue play connect the dots with freckles he’d once maligned, while his fingers explored her fine skin.
She smiled at him as if sensing his arousal, then turned to reveal a deliciously toned ass as she stalked to the bar. Normally, he’d pursue without hesitation, but this was not his usual quarry. He took a second to think before approaching her.
It did him no good at all.
“Jason Stillwater.” Her rich voice was his undoing. “This must be kismet.”
“Welcome back, Sasha.”
“So, you remember me.”
“When we were kids…”
“…we never finished playing doctor. That’s what you mean to say, right?”
He swallowed his apology.
“No time like the present.”
She led. He followed. Mouths locked, she fumbled the door open and kicked it closed behind them.
“Now,” she said, “you’re all mine.”
For the first time in his life, Jason Stillwater was the one taken.
A bit of a change for me, topic-wise, this is an entry in Rebecca Grace Allen's
ETA: Apparently, the judge liked it! Totally shocked.
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