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“Do you realize you’re doing the same thing you did back then?” he played with my hair. “You ignore the one chasing you, and you go after the one who doesn’t care about you. The roles are switched this time around. Not yours, of course. You’re still in the middle.”
That hurt more than I wanted to admit. Lucas didn’t care about me. Truth was I didn’t care about Dylan back then, and I didn’t care about him now. But I was already in a vulnerable position, and I wasn’t keen on making it even more embarrassing than it was, so I remained silent.
Lucas rolled me off of him and we were now lying next to each other. He unbuttoned my jeans and slid his hand in. He used a finger to press the fabric of my underwear to my wet entrance. A smirk formed on his lips and he started rubbing me through my panties.
A quiet voice inside my head warned me we were in a house full of people. Not just any people, but his parents. And I wasn’t just the neighbor. I was living here. If someone found out, it could be a huge problem, a deal breaker. My father would hold Elizabeth and Garret accountable. He would probably take me to Seattle, and it would be even more difficult for me to stick it to my family than it was now.
“What are you thinking about?” Lucas was watching my face attentively. “You’re frowning,” he kissed the spot between my eyebrows. “I would ask if you want me to stop, but since you’re wet, breathless, and moaning, I would take a guess and say something else is bothering you.”
Moaning? Was I moaning?
“Umm… I was thinking that someone could come in.”
“Kinky!” he joked. “If that’s your thing, I could deliver. Just not my parents and my brother.” He paused for a second and then his eyes lit up. “I have an idea. I changed my mind about Williams. He’s more than welcome to come and watch me eat you out anytime he wants.”
I had no time to answer. His fingers moved my underwear to the side. He was spreading my wetness all over me, only a tip of one of his fingers slightly entering me every now and again. I started to twist so that I can get more friction where I wanted.
“Someone’s impatient,” he sucked on my neck for a second, teasing me. “Tell me about the guys in Seattle.”
“What do you want to know?”
“How many?” he asked at the same time he slid a finger inside me.
“One,” I hissed. “We only did it once.”
“Did you enjoy it?” his voice was husky.
“Why are you asking?”
“Unhealthy curiosity. If you want to keep it a secret, I could tell you about my first time. Or any other time you want for that matter. But I think that would be a buzzkill.”
“Does it even matter?” I moaned. “If I liked it?”
The answer was obvious. It didn’t. We were not a couple. We weren’t dating. We didn’t even like each other. Except the last one wasn’t true anymore.
“No. It doesn’t matter,” his voice was serious and low. “Other guys stole your first kiss and your first time. But I’ll erase every memory you have that’s not with me.”
He removed his hand from my jeans and climbed on top of me. He leaned down and kissed me. It was a slow deep kiss that melted by bones. Years of unexpressed feelings were pouring in that one kiss. It consumed me. I tried to remember why I was in his room in the first place.
The banana. He messed with my things.
I couldn’t care less. I rubbed myself in him shamelessly. Lucas broke our kiss and exhaled. He looked frustrated. He kissed my nose and half smiled.
“Full disclosure?” he asked. “I need to tell you something before we go any further.”
“Is it small?” I tried to keep the light tone. I had the feeling nothing good was coming out of his mouth. “No, wait. You’re a virgin.”
His lips barely moved when he tried to laugh. I pushed his chest, and we both sat on the bed, facing each other with my legs wrapped around his waist.
“Oh, God,” I gasped. “Are you? Is that the reason Chase got you a hooker for your birthday?”
Lucas scowled, “Hannah told you about that?”
“Hannah told me a lot of stuff about your parties,” I teased.
“You know I’m not a virgin then,” he looked at me with caution. “How would I make all these girls talk about the sex we had if I wasn’t fu…?” he stopped talking. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that. I just want to come clean about something. Just don’t freak out, okay?”
“Come clean about what?”
