Page 41 of Eyes on Me


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“Oops,” he replies. “Mia dropped some ice.” And as he drops down to clean it up, I glance in his direction, just in time to see him wink up at me with a sly grin.

God, I hate him.

“How was your day?” I ask our parents, changing the subject.

“Good, but we had to come in early. Looks like a storm’s rolling in,” my dad answers.

“What time did you come in, missy?” Laura asks, interrupting my dad. “You weren’t in your room this morning…” The look she’s giving me is half-giddy curiosity and half-stern parental concern. I know what she’s thinking, though, that I went home with Reese, which I obviously did not.

“I don’t want to hear anything,” my dad announces before quickly leaving the kitchen, and Laura laughs in giggly drunkenness. Apparently, my dad doesn’t want to risk hearing about me going home with a guy from the bar.

But to my surprise, Garrett replies, “Oh, she stole my bed. We both stumbled in around two, and there was no way she was making it up those stairs.” I give him a quick, terse glare.

“And where did you sleep?” Laura asks.

“On the couch in the basement.” He lies so easily, it surprises me.

“Well, that was nice of you,” she says, ruffling his hair. “Such a good big brother.”

I choke on the air I’m breathing as those words come out of her mouth, and she looks at me with a quizzical expression, as I resume coughing for no reason.

As Garrett laughs, I quickly flip him the middle finger.

* * *

Twenty minutes later, the rain starts to fall, filling the house with relaxing white noise, and my dad and Garrett both fall asleep in the two recliners in the living room, watching some baseball movie I’ve never heard of—leaving me and my stepmother alone.

“It’s really coming down out there,” she says. “Want some tea?”

“Yes, please,” I respond, sitting on one of the stools around the island. I watch her for a moment, trying to imagine how she would react if she found out what Garrett and I were doing before she came home. How he had his face buried between my legs, licking my pussy like an expert, and if they had walked in five minutes sooner, they would have had a front-row seat to one of the best orgasms of my life. I’ve only had two other mouths down there, and neither of them were very good at it, so I had to fake my climax. Not this time. Garrett didn’t give me much of a choice; he had me coming so effortlessly, I wonder if he spends his free time licking clits. Of course, he works at a nightclub, so I’m sure he has plenty of experience.

And while I’m certain she wouldn’t want to know about all that, I’d like to believe Laura would be the most accepting of our relationship—not that Garrett would ever let it get that far. According to him, we’re justplaying, but I’m still not quite sure why. Is he just horny for some action or does he suddenly find me irresistible? Either way, I’m not going to jinx it and just play along. At least for now.

“So…” she says after she puts the kettle on and turns to face me, giving me a knowing look. I tense in my seat. That look on her face has all the makings of a mom that knows everything.

“So…?” I feel myself shrinking. God, please don’t ask me about Garrett. I can’t do this now.

“What did you think about Reese?”

“Oh. Reese.” I force a smile. I really don’t want her knowing about what a jerk he turned out to be. It’d be almost impossible to bring it up without outing myself as a camgirl in the process, and I sure as hell hope he doesn’t go blabbing to his parents either. “He was super nice. And very good-looking.”

“Right? When Marcia introduced us to him last week, I thought…this boy needs to meet my Mia.”

This fake smile is getting harder to hold.

“Your brother wasn’t too overbearing, was he? I tried to get him to leave with us, to give you two some alone time, but he is so damn stubborn sometimes. He’s protective of you, and I think that’s really sweet, but you’re all grown up now. Garrett might have a hard time accepting that.”

I’d say Garrett is accepting that just fine, but I can’t say that out loud either. Instead, I hold up this incredibly stiff smile and nod.

“Garrett and I are getting along pretty good this week,” I say, which sounds innocent enough. I mean, that’s the truth.

“You have. Don’t think I haven’t noticed,” she replies with a raised brow.

Fuck, what is that supposed to mean?

“I know he’s hard on you sometimes, but that’s just how Garrett is. It’s not an excuse, but I’m just telling you that sometimes teasing and making jokes is how he shows affection.”

My heart warms in my chest. If that’s true, then Garrett has teased me so much in the past fifteen years, he must be madly in love with me.

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