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“What?” I smirk at her.
“Nothing.” Her face goes red. “You’re just pretty sure of yourself.”
“Five minutes, remember?” I step closer to her. “Why would I waste it getting undressed?”
“Since when are you so time efficient?” she giggles, letting my wrap my arms around her back.
“Well, I’m not going to see much of you over the next couple of days, with your mom and sister here,” I remind her. “So I want to make the most of the few moments we do have. Even if it’s only a kiss here, or a tongue lashing there.”
She laughs, then she reaches up to unthread her buttons, one by one.
“Then we better get to work.”
She slides her shirt off, and then her bra and skirt go. I swallow at the sight of her in front of me, wearing only those tiny little panties. She loops her fingers around the band, but before she slides them over those creamy, white thighs, I stop her.
“That’s my job.”
I put my hand between her legs, those flimsy lace panties the only thing separating my finger and her very wet pussy. She groans and presses her knees together, restricting my access, so I scoop her into my arms and toss her down on the bed.
She laughs as I crawl over her, until I’m looking in her eyes. I press my mouth onto hers, cradling her face with one hand while my other works its way down over her stomach, resting between her legs.
I slip a finger inside her panties and run it along her swollen lips, drawing circles around her clit. I smile, loving the sight of her squirming beneath me and then I kiss my way down her body, my finger still teasing her.
“I’m going to make you come so hard,” I promise, wrapping my lips around her already stiff nipples. I suck them hard as I thrust a finger inside.
“Oh,” she gasps, lifting her back off the bed as she cradles my head. “Yes,” she moans. “Keep doing that.”
With a smirk, I stop, because I’ve got something better in mind.
I position my hand in the center of her back and slither down the bed until I’m kissing the inside of her thigh. Then I spread her legs, pushing aside her panties so I run my tongue along her soaking, wet—
“Are you sure we were supposed to come here?”
Hannah’s mom’s voice is not what I wanted to hear right now.
“Because now I can’t remember if he said to go straight there, or come here.”
I look at Hannah, who stares back at me with wide, horror filled eyes.
“What the hell are they doing here?” I hiss.
“I don’t know. They’re not supposed to get in until tomorrow,” Hannah whispers back, panicked.
“Then text Nate and see what he wants us to do?” Sara suggests.
Hannah frowns at me, no doubt wondering how I fit in. I cringe, not sure how I’m going to explain that one. They were supposed to go straight to the club. We went over it so many times, because I wanted to be sure something like this didn’t happen.
“Wait,” her mom hesitates. “Are those…”
“Nate’s clothes?” Sara supplies. “Yeah.”
The awkward, uncomfortable silence that follows lasts about a minute, and then someone pounds on the door. Hannah leaps out of the bed and quickly gets dressed.
“Are you guys in there?” Sara yells.
I lay back on the bed, laughing, as Hannah shoots out of the bed. I’ve never seen her move so fast. She puts on her bra and her shirt, and then smacks me in the side of the head with a pillow.
“What the fuck?” I yelp. She pulls back, threatening to do it again.
“Stop laughing,” she orders as she drops the pillow and pulls up her skirt. “This isn’t funny.”
I get up and look around her room, not sure what I’m supposed to do when all my shit is out there.
“Maybe you should’ve said yes when I suggested we move in together,” she says in a sugary sweet voice. “Then having no clothes wouldn’t be a problem.”
I smirk. She’s right. I did refuse. But only because I have something better planned.
She rolls her eyes and marches out of the room. Ten seconds later, the door opens and my clothes hit me in the face. When I’m decent, I wander out of the bedroom to face her Mom.
“Hey Mrs. Billings,” I say, giving her a sheepish smile. “Hey Sara.”
“Hello Nate,” Hannah’s mom says as she kisses me on the cheek. “Sorry about the mix up,” she whispers.
“Nate,” Sara says, giving me a little wince, as if to apologize.
I lean closer to Hannah and kiss her on the cheek.
“Brix just texted me. He’s doing a show and he needs me to help him with something,” I explain. “Would you mind giving me a lift over there?”
“Now?” she asks, looking annoyed.
Her mom glances at Sara and then Hannah. “We’d love to see Brix perform,” she explains brightly
