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If he’s not going to step up for that family, somebody has to. It’s not like I have anything better to do.
“I’m still reeling from the high of it all,” I say to Carter.
He cringes. “I’m not. I did not enjoy you jumping into that building like that.”
“Me neither, that part wasn’t too fun.”
“I didn’t enjoy Presley kissing you afterwards either,” he admits, smiling with embarrassment.
“I forgot about that,” I lie because it’s almost all I’ve thought about when I haven’t been thinking about other things. The kiss Carter saw, and the one he didn’t see.
“It’s stupid, it was heat of the moment and we’re not exclusive but…”
Exactly.
“You got jealous?” I finish for him with a secret smile. His confession has my heart pattering.
“I did. I got so fucking jealous I had to check myself. You’d both been through so much in that moment, it made sense that you’d share something like a kiss after. But still.” His hands clench the steering wheel and his profile takes on a hard edge that I’ve never seen before. “I only want you to kiss me.”
Do I tell him about the other kiss in the restroom two days ago? Do I tell him about our intimate conversations?
No… As before, there’s no need. God, I’m so conflicted and full of guilt.
He pulls over on the side of the road and a couple of cars drift by.
“Is that something you might want?” he asks, turning to face me, keeping one hand on the wheel.
“I like kissing you,” I say softly. “I still want to see your penis.”
He laughs and looks away, cheeks going pink again.
“But…” My word disappears his smile immediately. “So much has happened recently and so much is still happening. I need time to think.”
He nods twice slowly and then pushes his hair back with his hands while blowing out a breath that makes his plump lips twice as thick. “Time to think. Sure.”
“There’s just a lot going on right now. Emotions are so high and…”
“Can I still kiss you sometimes?”
I laugh loudly and then smile while saying, “Definitely.”
“How about now?”
I don’t want to admit it but I really want him to. “Definitely.”
He leans over the console and presses those plump, soft, thick lips to mine. As always, I immediately taste mint, kind of, my taste buds are still being awkward as fuck.
I hum and grip the back of his head, holding him tighter to me as his tongue touches my own.
My body becomes a mess of need and desire. I fist the front of his black V-neck T and hold him tighter. Our bodies are twisted awkwardly as we try to get closer, but we succeed.
The kiss deepens, my desire worsens, the tingles spiral and fizzle under and over my skin.
I grab his hand and press it against my breast, uncaring that we’re in the middle of the street. I just need to be touched.
His hand squeezes and the tingles get worse… or better… whichever… they’re just more.
I press my hand to his groin where his thick, long cock rests along his thigh under his tight jeans.
A hand slams against the passenger window making us both separate.
Laughing, he puts the car in gear and we peel away from onlookers.
“We could always go back to my place and finish off?” he pants after a couple of minutes of driving.
I consider it. I am soaked between my thighs. It’d be nice to have that dealt with.
“Alice and Asher are waiting for us in the basement.”
“Fuck,” he mutters and pushes on his solid bulge. “This is going to be hard for days.”
Laughing, I give it a gentle pat and then nod towards the green light. “Let’s go. We don’t have time for this.”
“Later, perhaps?”
I nod and grin at him. “Fuck yes.”
“You’re really beautiful,” he states, letting his eyes roam over my face before we pick up speed.
He says it in a sweet way, not the way it used to be told to me as men sat on my bed at night. As though calling me beautiful would make what they were about to do to my immature body hurt any less.
“Thank you,” I whisper, feeling my cheeks heat for reasons other than my arousal.
We meet in the basement under the gaming store where Alice took me the first time we met. Turns out this is her dad’s place and those assholes, her words not mine¸ who were playing games that day are her stepsiblings.
The basement, or gaming bunker as Alice’s dad calls it, is empty when we get there and there’s a table in the middle covered in paper, pens, and snacks.
We sit around it deciding on ideas that we can arrange with the locals to raise money for Presley and Paisley.
As I’m trying to stuff a paper ball into Carter’s mouth as Alice and Asher look on and cackle happily, the door to the basement opens.
