“I’m driving it first,” Dylan said, shoving them.
Jesse stumbled to the side, bent at the waist, and body-slammed Dylan back.
“Fuck,” Dylan yelped as he went down.
“What the hell is happening right now?” Teddy asked in confusion as she stared at them.
“Ignore it,” I advised her as I moved around the wrestling teenagers, pulling her with me. “He won’t hurt them.”
Teddy laughed. “I don’t think I told you,” she said as Finn went running past us to get in on the action. “I put Jess in jujitsu when they were seven, and I realized they’d probably need to defend themselves.”
“Oh shit,” I muttered, turning back to look.
“Don’t worry,” Teddy said in amusement, patting my chest. “Jess won’t hurt him.”
“Say uncle,” Jesse ordered, sitting on top of Dylan while he laughed hysterically.
“I think I’m havin’ a flashback,” I breathed as Jesse acted like they were going to spit on Dylan’s face.
“Charlie?” Teddy asked with a chuckle.
I nodded.
Jesus, life came full circle in the way you least expected it to.
Chapter 13
Teddy
“Get there,” Curtisordered, one hand on my hip and the other cupping my breast. The tendons in his neck bulged as he lay beneath me, and I could see the toll his restraint was taking.
I scraped my nails down his chest, and he glared at me accusingly, his teeth gritted. Holding back a grin, I leaned down to kiss him. Even frustrated, he immediately kissed me back, his hand sliding up to the back of my neck so he could hold me in place.
“Your turn,” I murmured into his mouth.
I let out a startled cry when his hips thrust upward, and he flipped me onto my back.
“You’re a fuckin’ tease,” he accused, staring down at me.
“You love it,” I shot back, pushing his hair out of his eyes. It was getting so long, he’d be able to pull it back into a ponytail soon.
“Knees,” he ordered, pulling away.
“We have to leave soon,” I reminded him as I rolled onto my stomach and pushed to my knees.
“Oh, now you’re worried about how long it’s takin’,” he huffed, thrusting back inside me.
A flash of heat rolled over me, every inch of my skin tingling as I dropped to my elbows in the bed. I loved when he let me take control for a while, but by now, both of us knew that he’d be in control of taking me there. I wasn’t sure why, but I wasn’t able to do it. My orgasm always stayed just out of reach. Curt had become adept at realizing when I started to get frustrated andalways took over at that point. It wasn’t as if I didn’t enjoy myself—I did. I loved watching his face as I made him feel good, and blow jobs had become one of my favorite ways to do that. But sex? He was in control of that, and I gave up the responsibility happily.
“Up,” he ordered, his hips rolling as he pulled my torso from the bed. His chest slid against my back as both his hands found my breasts and he tweaked my nipples, pinching them hard between his fingers until I was writhing on top of him. “That’s better, isn’t it?” he whispered into my ear, pulling the lobe between his lips.
I let my head fall back to rest on his shoulder, and my eyes drifted shut as I got closer and closer, the pleasure tightening until it snapped and I shuddered, a low moan working its way up my throat.
“That’s it,” Curt praised, his arms wrapping all the way around me. “Fuck, so wet.”
His thrusts became faster and harder until he came with a groan, pressing his open mouth to my shoulder.
We were sweaty and breathing heavily, still connected, when someone knocked on our bedroom door.
