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“I said, they don’t think so. I told them it was a joke, and they said that we should practice oral play,” he chuckles, lifting his shoulders.
I close my eyes and blow out a breath. “I don’t need to practice oral, and you sure as hell don’t need the practice. How about I tell them that? How about I tell your parents’ that you have new pussy in your bed every weekend?”
He grins and crosses his arms. “Go ahead. You think they get upset by us having a sex life, but they thrive on it, Regan. They think it’s fucking awesome. I don’t see why you should be so embarrassed by that.”
“Because they are our parents’, Tenn. They wiped our asses, they shouldn’t know if fingers are going in them now,” I shout, throwing my arms up.
“Fingers in them?” he asks raising an eyebrow.
Oh Christ, why did I have to say that? “Holly was telling us that she got a finger in her ass right before she orgasmed and it was the best she ever had. I’m just trying to make a point, Tenn.”
He dips his brow and rubs the back of his thick neck. “Huh.”
I’m done, I just want to get the rest of this night over with and go home. Maybe get completely shit faced and call out of work tomorrow. Anything to erase the memories of this night. I start walking back toward the house, and Tenn links his fingers with mine.
“Wanna practice oral and ass play?”
“Drop dead, douche bag.”
After spending the next few hours begging my parents’ to never talk about the sex tape they made, we are finally leaving.
“Now, Tennyson. You make sure that my girl is treated the way she deserves,” my mom says, kissing his cheek. “In and out of the bedroom. If the boy she’s with doesn’t make her scream in pleasure, you let us know.”
Un-fucking-real.
“You have my word,” he says.
Once we are home and I’ve showered, I settle on the couch with my laptop and pull up my school plans for the week while Tenn flips through the channels. It might have been like living a nightmare tonight, but this makes me smile. We are like an old married couple. Well, minus the sex, unless you count his story.
**
Putting the last curl in my red hair, I stand back and look at myself. If only I could wear my green bra and panties. I turn to the side looking at my ass. With my curled hair, heavy makeup, and black heels on, I feel damn sexy right now. It’s a shame no one but me is going to see how damn good I look with just my bra and panties on. I lift my shoulders and go into my closet, grabbing my emerald green dress. It’s one of my favorites, the way it hangs off my shoulders and dips low in the back.
I step into it and take one final look in the mirror, my blue eyes shining with excitement. I’ve always wanted to check out this little Italian restaurant, but it’s a romantic place and no one’s ever taken me. Tonight, Tony is doing just that. This already makes me feel like this date has some potential.
As I finish putting everything in my purse, Tenn comes out of his room. He’s dressed in a black button-down, sleeves rolled up showing off his colorful ink. The jeans make me take notice to what I’m sure is a meaty cock. His brown hair is messy in the perfectly sexy way. When I’m done eye fucking him, I realize he’s not my date.
“Hey, where the hell are you going?” I ask.
He takes a minute letting his eyes roam over my body, just like I did his. It makes me feel good. He locks his eyes with mine and blows out a slow breath. “Regan, you literally just took my breath away. You look stunning.”
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face, and I blow him a kiss. “You did the same to me, but seriously where are you going?” He gives me a tight smile and walks past me and into the kitchen. What the fuck? My heels click on the hardwood floor as I go after him. Grabbing his arm, I force him to look at me. “Hey, what the fuck?”
“I have a date with Wendy again, alright? I thought you’d be gone before me,” he says, moving out of my hold and popping open a beer.
“So what, are you like secretly dating her or something? Are hiding your relationship from me?” I ask, feeling equal parts pissed and jealous.
“No, I’m not secretly dating her. Honestly?” he asks, tilting his head.
“No please, continue to bullshit me. It’s my favorite,” I say, resting my hands on my narrow hips.
He smirks and takes a sip of his beer. “It’s Scott. He wants to date Wendy’s friend, and the only way her friend would agree to a date is if Wendy went. She asked me and I told her no, but he begged me. So here I am,” he says, holding his arms out.
I know I should accept everything he just said and be happy about it, but well, that’s just not me. “Why’d you tell her no?”
He pushes off the counter and kisses my hair as he walks past me. “One day, Regan,” he mumbles.
**
