Dad gives me a questioning look as I say it.
“Even when we were just hiding, he kept going on. Wouldn’t shut the fuck up. I had to stick my tongue down his throat to make him stop.”
“Drew,” Dad grimaces as he shakes his head before looking at me seriously. “I love how you feel like you can tell your mother and me everything. But sometimes it’s okay if you just lie to me.”
“Ash!”Mom squeals out with a smirk on her face as she walks towards us.
“What? I don’t care to hear about any of my kids being… intimate.”
It’s almost comical as the three of us all scrunch our noses in disgust as he says the word intimate.
“He’s in bad shape.” Mom tells us, shaking her head. “And he’s got like smeared…” she trails motioning to her face, making me laugh.
“Yeah, Drew was just telling me how she shoved her tongue down his throat.”
Mom stares at me, shocked.
“He wouldn’t shut up.” Defending myself.
14
My truck sits on the street in front of my house as I bite my lip, the phone to my ear.
“Are you nervous?” Drew asks as she slows into my driveway.
“Yeah,” I cough out before ending the call and walking over to where she sits. Nodding in front of her, she tilts her head, her hand hesitating as I’m sure she was going to kill the engine.
Walking up to the garage, I pull the door up and watch through the windshield as she shakes her head before rolling the car inside.
“What?” she laughs as she stands from the car, closing the door behind her. “You afraid someone’s gonna see my car here?”
“Yeah. That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.”
She laughs as she walks closer to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me to her. I hesitate for a moment, making her sigh and roll her eyes before turning and moving back towards the car. Disappointment written all over her face.
I’m not sure why, but her discontent gnaws at me.
Grabbing her arm, I spin her back into me, my hand fisting her hair and slamming my lips to hers.
Swallowing down a squeal, my right hand finding the curve ofher ass, pulling her flush against me. Her hands come down to my belt before lifting her up, and her legs wrap around my waist. Then we’re walking towards the back door.
Breaking us apart for a moment while I reach for the knob, her mouth falls down to my neck, scraping her teeth against the flesh.
Kicking the door shut, fisting her hair once again, bringing her mouth back to mine, and maneuvering us through the house.
Her grin widens as I drop her on my bed and look down at her.
Toeing my shoes off, I watch her as she sits on the edge, reaching at my waistband, unbuttoning my jeans. Reaching up to her shorts, hooking my fingers into her panties as well, I pull them towards me until her feet slide out and toss them to the side. Sliding my hands up her thighs as I move up them.
“I should warn you.” Comes out in a squeak.
“What?”
“I’m on my period.”
“I don’t care.” Dropping my eyes, immediately focusing on her pussy. “Do you need a minute, then?”
“No.” she shakes her head. “I have a disc in —”
