Page 88 of Saving the Rain

I’m done watching him flounder.

This was always gonna be our biggest hurdle. Kayce has never been able to face up to reality, even when it’s staring him right in the face.

So he’s gonna let that girl push her ass against his cock, he’s gonna put on a performance that makes it seem like he’s interested, and I’m the only one who knows he won’t get hard for the likes of her.

Convincing the drunk friend beside me to bug somebody else isn’t difficult. So, after I’ve sent her twirling away, I make my exit and find a clear path to escape outside. The place is packed, which, in a lot of ways, makes it easier to ghost into the crowd. Especially since almost everyone here is wearing costumes that would involve doing a double-take to figure out who lies beneath the disguise.

Slipping into the shadows, I vanish around the back of the building, pulling out my phone as I do so. Out here, it’s staff parking and stacked beer kegs, and I’m almost surprised there aren't already more than a couple of people in this spot getting busy.

As I swipe open my texts, I drag my palm over my stubble. This is gonna be the real litmus test, and I’m exactly the kind of asshole that wants to see how far he’ll go in denying who he is.

With full knowledge that Kayce has to make this decision—he has tobe the one to take the leap—I give him just enough of a push to see how flimsy those cords holding him back might be.

She’s got a pretty mouth.

Bet it won’t get you off, though.

Leaning up against the wall, I watch as it only takes a few seconds for the message to be read. And only another breath for Kayce to start replying.

Snowflake:

Where did you go?

Does it matter?

Of course it does.

Doesn’t seem like you need me to hold your hand in there.

Already got yourself a nice pair of tits, horny and revved up to take care of a rodeo star.

His reply takes longer this time. Starting and stopping. There’s a little quirk wanting to hijack my lips as I imagine him trying to discreetly text me. Attempting to hide the words on his phone screen while he’s still dancing with a girl he has zero interest in. All because that’s what Kayce Wilder, the perfect little Crimson Ridge buck, should do.

God. Just, don’t be a dick.

I didn’t want to be rude to her.

Besides, it wasn’t like you were saying no to that girl with her hands all over you.

Ahh, so he was jealous. That possessive creature lurking inside my chest boasts a little louder, knowing his first reaction was to see red.

So what are you gonna do about it?

I could be out the back in the dark with a pair of those angel wings already tossed on the ground and a sweet moan in my ear.

Does that bother you, snowflake?

His response is immediate.

Yes.

Sure seems like you’re not worried.

Like I said, I won’t make things too difficult for you.

So this is me, keeping my distance, just as you asked.

Where are you?