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“Stop it.” Clay gasps. “Please. Fuck. Please. My leg.”
Aaron looks at me, and I shake my head, silently telling him to let Clay go.
With a grunt of disgust, Aaron drops him and takes a step back. Clay stumbles, trips over his feet and falls onto the grass. I stare down at him, hardly believing this man used to rule high school… but that’s the thing, I realize as Clay scurries over to his dirty blankets.
High school was a tiny part of my life, a chapter I can forget now that I have my man, a future worth looking forward to, a life worth living.
“Come on.” I take Aaron’s hand. “Let’s go.”
“Are you sure?” Aaron stares down at Clay, looking like he’d happily leap on him and cause him more damage.
“I’m sure,” I say.
We walk from the park, hand in hand, which I guess means dad must’ve driven away. Otherwise, Aaron wouldn’t be holding hands with me in public. But that sort of thinking makes me want to scream because it’s ruining the moment.
Everything comes back to the betrayal of what we’re doing.
“Somebody must be playing a trick on us today,” Aaron says. “First Andy, then Clay. I wonder who’s going to pop up next.”
I laugh dryly. “Tell me about it. What happened with my dad?”
As we walk toward Aaron’s apartment building, he tells me about the conversation in my dad’s car, where dad apologized for something he said years ago, during the argument. But he didn’t give any hint that he would be okay with me and Aaron.
“What did he say?” I ask. “In the argument?”
“Nothing important,” Aaron says. “It was almost two decades ago, ancient history. It doesn’t matter.”
I’m about to ask him again, but he gives me a look. We’re learning to read each other so well, the quickest of glances letting us peer into each other’s hearts.
I know what he’s telling me.
I don’t want to know what my dad said. Maybe it was something truly horrible, and Aaron doesn’t want me seeing my dad that way.
Nodding, I squeeze his hand tighter.
“Aaron,” I say quietly, as we climb into the car. It still needs to be parked in the underground garage.
“Yeah?”
“I think we should tell my dad before we do anything.”
“I think so too. But it doesn’t mean we can’t hang out tonight, though.”
“And then…”
I take a breath, nodding firmly.
“We’ll tell him tomorrow.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Aaron
We said we wouldn’t do anything tonight, but we’re ten minutes into a romantic comedy and I haven’t absorbed a single detail.
We’re on the couch, and she rests against my chest. Her ass is so tempting I can’t stop myself from pushing my hips forwards and driving my rock hard dick against her.
The first time I do it, she whimpers as if to tell me to stop. But I can hear the pleasure in the sound. I wrap my arms around her tighter, kissing the hot flesh of her neck, feeling her heart hammering through her back. She wriggles, shifting her ass against me.
“Fuck,” I growl.
“We said,” she whispers, but she doesn’t stop moving that ass from side to side, making me somehow harder than I already was. “We said we’d wait…”
I know she’s right. But there’s no way I can stop, not when she starts moaning in that reflexive and involuntary way. Like her body is controlling her. I slide my hand down her body, fiddling with her jeans.
“I bet you’re already so wet, aren’t you?” I snarl in her ear.
She twists around, trying to kiss me, but the angle makes it impossible. I sit up to help her, and then lean down and push my lips against hers. As we kiss, I unbutton her jeans and slide my hand down her pants, wedging it closer to her sex.
She gasps and moves her hips even faster like she can’t stop.
I can’t stop either.
I have to taste her sweet pussy. I have to taste her sweet goddamn cream.
She giggles when I leap off the couch, grab her hands and pull her to her feet.
Staring up at me with her wide innocent eyes, she’s never looked more beautiful.
I collapse to my knees and grab her jeans and her panties in a big handful, pulling them so roughly she has to grip onto the couch to stop from coming with me. Slipping the bundle over her socks, I pull until her jeans and her panties and her socks are lying in a crumpled pile on the floor.
My blood feels like it’s getting boiling, like it’s burning, as I move my face closer and closer to her sex. Her tanginess fills the air all around me, the sweet sticky scent of her pussy.
She shivers when I grab her thighs and bring my mouth right to her pussy. She even starts to close her legs around my head, keeping me in place, the horny excitable thing. And she said she was going to be nervous.
