Friendly Rivalry (2)
The kiss ignited everything we had buried for years. Blue’s mouth claimed mine with the same aggressive fire I gave back, our tongues battling for dominance as years of resentment poured out in a single heated clash.
I hated how good she tasted. I hated how my body responded instantly, nípples tightening and my pússy throbbing with fresh wetness. Neither of us was willing to yield. Not now. Not ever.
I shoved her backward onto the sleeping bags, climbing on top of her and straddling her hips. My hands fisted in her dark hair, yanking her head back so I could bite down hard on the side of her neck.
Blue gasped sharply, then growled and flipped us with surprising strength, pinning me beneath her. She returned the bite on my collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave a
