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I’m not sure I have ever been this humiliated in my life—and I once gave a speech to my entire sixth grade class with my fly down.
CHAPTER 26
CASEY
The second Caroline’s body goes stiff and that weird sound comes out of her, my eyes pop open… and that’s when I see Ethan, Mick, Ray, and Liam standing awkwardly in the archway. The little fuckers got home early.
Caroline’s face is so bright red, she looks like she’s been sunburned. She quickly pulls her shirt closed, resting her head on my shoulder and muttering something under her breath that I can’t quite hear.
“Uh… hey, guys,” I call to their backs as they try to all squeeze out the archway at once and get jammed together in a pack. “I didn’t realize you were gonna be home so soon.”
“Yeah, we just, uh…” Mick’s words peter out as she glances over her shoulder, then quickly whips back around.
“I’m dying. I’m dying. I’m dying,” Caroline rasps.
I rub a hand down her back and hide her face with mine, letting her nestle her forehead right into my neck.
“We’ll just give you guys a minute.” Ethan raises his hand in a wave as they finally coordinate themselves and file out of the archway in a line.
“Okay, they’re gone,” I murmur, pulling away from Caroline and yanking up my pants.
My cock’s complaining bitterly as I tuck him away. I want to assure him that we’ll finish later, but I’m suddenly not sure if there’ll ever be a later. Caroline’s fingers are shaking as she wrestles with her shirt buttons, lining them up wrong and making a mess of trying to get herself decent again. It’s such a shame to hide those beautiful fun bags away, and I nearly tell her that, but…
She won’t look at me. And fuck, is she crying again?
My face bunches as I feel that agony ride through me.
“Here,” I whisper, reaching for her shirt and taking over. Unbuttoning the ones she got wrong, I start again from the top and quickly help her get dressed. She jumps off the counter, still not looking at me as she tries to wrestle her pants back on. She hops around and tips over in her haste.
I catch her, steadying her against my side so she can get her legs into the right holes.
“It’s okay,” I murmur.
“Okay?” She springs back from me. “Are you fucking serious?”
I open my mouth to reply, but she doesn’t give me a chance.
“Your friends just saw us having sex!” she hisses, her face blooming with color again as her eyes bulge and she rests her hand on her forehead. “They saw my boobs bouncing around and heard my insane moaning and… ugh!” She covers her face with her hands, and I’m wondering how safe it is for me to approach.
But she’s gone still, so I take a chance, quietly stepping into her space and wrapping my arms around her.
“Your boobs are beautiful when they bounce around.”
She huffs, shoving me away from her.
Okay, wrong thing to say.
“Sorry,” I murmur, but then I can’t help laughing. “But they are, and it’s kind of funny.”
“Funny? You think this is funny?” She looks ready to punch me in the balls. “We have to see these people in a minute. What the hell are you gonna tell them?”
I shrug, trying to bring some semblance of calm into this conversation. “Just that I was… servicing my girlfriend.”
“Servicing? Ew!” She slaps my chest, then goes still, her eyes rounding. “Girlfriend? Is that what I am?”
Yeah, I don’t actually know how that word popped out of me. It never has before. But I can’t exactly tell her that, right? Her expression is a minefield of emotion that I can’t interpret, and I feel like I’m standing on ice right now. Very thin ice that’s about to crack beneath me.
“I don’t know,” I croak, scraping my fingers through my hair. “I mean, what else am I supposed to call you? I guess you’re kind of a puck bunny, but you’re more than that, so maybe I should call you my fuck buddy?”
