Page 44 of Undefeated

His hands moved between my breasts and pushed flat against my chest. I could feel his pinky fingers against the inside of my breasts.

“Do you feel that?” he asked.

I felt my heart begin to race. My pussy became immediately soaked. This was embarrassing. Exciting and embarrassing at the same time. I felt uncomfortably wet. I could not, ever, become any more soaked than this.

“What?” it took all I had to mutter that one word.

“Your heart?” he asked softly. His eyes closed as he spoke.

I blinked my eyes, focusing on the feeling of his hands against my breasts. “Yes,” I sighed.

“I want to warn you, Kace. I already told you once, when we first met. But remember what I’m telling you today - mark my words, I’m coming for this. Your heart. Be prepared, because I intend to make it mine. I’m coming for your heart, Kace,” he whispered as his hands pushed softly against my chest.

It’s already yours, Shane.

When the time comes, you’ll know it.

SHANE. “When’s Shorty going to be here?” Ripp asked as he placed the chicken on the grill.

“Any time, but she said not to wait,” I responded.

“Mike Ripton waits for no man. Or woman,” he laughed.

“How much fucking chicken you got, Ripp?”

“Three of em. Shit Dekk, I’ll eat one, she’ll eat a piece, you’ll damn near eat one. That leaves a few pieces to snack on,” he said as he continued to load the grill with chicken.

I thought about it and nodded my head, affirming Ripp’s chicken count.

“So, we’re working into the end of summer, you gonna get them boots before they’re gone?” he laughed as he closed the grill.

I looked down at my boots. Looking down at them from this distance, they didn’t look so bad - as long as I looked straight down at the tops of them. The sides and bottom were a different story.

“I’ll never understand ya, Dekk. Weird fucker, you’re probably the only mother fucker in Austin wearing Levi’s and boots today,” he chuckled as he sat down on the lounge chair.

“Probably,” I said as I sat down into the lounge beside him.

“So, I never asked. Your girl drink?” he asked.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“You know, I admire you for not. She hasn’t drank here yet anyway. Been here for eight or nine Saturdays in a row, hasn’t yet. I didn’t know if she did when you guys went out,” he said as he took a drink from his bottle of beer.

“Hasn’t yet,” I responded.

“Suppose that’s good. I don’t know where you find the inspiration, but if she doesn’t…hell, it’ll be easy for you to continue,” he said as he finished his beer.

“At least the Ultra’s won’t make me fat,” he said as he slapped his hand against his stomach.

“Obviously not,” I said.

“What ya sayin’ Dekk?” he asked.

“Just said it,” I responded.

“I drink too much?” he asked.

“Didn’t say that,” I said.