Feuds and Reckless Fury

by K. Webster

I’m in too deep—my heart and dick tag-teaming against me—to even consider stepping back.

“You taste like mine.”

“But don’t worry, if you decide to run, I’ll chase you. I’ll always chase you.” His fingers slip into my hair, and he tugs at it. “We both know I’ll win. I always do when it comes to us.”