AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She chuckled and waved her hand at me. “Trust me, I’ve heard it and used it before.”
“Yeah, you want to take a look at it?” Will gestured to the attached garage.
“Definitely. Wait—can I run up and tell Ava I’ll be in the garage?” I didn’t think of the suggestiveness of my comment, in all honestly, my mind was already on the car.
Ava’s parents stared at each other and appeared to be engaged in that kind of telepathic conversation people who have been married can have sometimes. The kind where they communicate only in facial expressions and body language.
Ava’s mom turned to me, a gentle smile on her face. “Sure, go on. Her room is to the left at the end of the hall.”
I started up the stairs when I heard Ava’s dad call out, “You’ve got ten minutes.” His comment was followed by a series of chastising whispers.
I chuckled but can’t say I blamed the guy. I wouldn’t let a guy like me in my daughter’s bedroom either.
I walked to Ava’s door and knocked.
“Come in.”
She was looking at a pile of shoes on the floor, obviously trying to pick a pair to wear, when she glanced over at me and shrieked in surprise.
“Jack! What are you doing in here? My parents let you come up here?”
I crossed my arms over my chest as I scanned her room. I was a bit surprised—Ava was messy. Her room wasn’t dirty, but it was definitely disorganized. Clothes littered every surface – slung over chairs, hanging out of drawers, in piles on the floor. She had books, jewelry, knickknacks, accessories all over the place.
It was strange and endearing to know this about her. I made a tsking sound as I shook my head and leaned against the door frame. “Ava, Ava, Ava. Your room is a mess.”
Her cheeks flooded with color as she glanced around at her unmade bed and ran over to it, trying to straighten it up. Again, seeing her so flustered, witnessing her in her own space made my chest tighten with affection.
“What are you even doing in here? I can’t believe my parents let you up here,” she continued muttering as she sped around her room like a mini-tornado scooping up piles of clothes and throwing them in an empty laundry basket in the corner of her room.
I walked over to her and grabbed her shoulders. “Ava, relax. I don’t give a shit if your room is messy. I was just fucking with you.”
The shoulders I was holding slumped as she looked down, picking at her chipping nail polish in order to avoid eye contact. “I just didn’t expect–”
“Ava, look at me.”
She lifted her beautiful peridot eyes to mine, still shifting her weight from foot to foot in discomfort. “I don’t care. I like that I know this about you. It’s kind of cute.”
Ava’s brow furrowed in disbelief. “Jack, I’ve seen your house. It’s spotless!” she exclaimed and crossed her arms pugnaciously, as if daring me to dispute her.
I laughed. “Ava, I knew you were coming over that night.”
She tilted her head. “So, you’re normally not that neat?”
I had made sure my house was particularly clean that night, but I hated clutter, so my spaces were generally well-organized.
I cradled her chin, rubbing my thumb along her jaw line. “Ava, I like you. Finding out you don’t make your bed, or that you have five hundred hair clips on your dresser, or that you leave your clothes all over the place doesn’t bother me.”
Ava responded with a sweet smile and looped her arms around my neck. “You know, I’m not usually this messy. It got kind of out of hand this week,” she said as she glanced around her room one more time, a perplexed frown on her face. As though strangers had entered her room, threw all of her possessions all over the place and left her to deal with the fall out. She was so fucking cute.
“Okay,” I simply agreed.
She shot me a sheepish look. “Well, sometimes it gets this messy, but I usually pick it up every Sunday.”
I chuckled and slid my hand into the back of her hair, unable to resist her sweet, pouty mouth a minute longer. I pulled her in tight to my body, my mouth ravaging hers. She started to moan softly as my other hand slid inside the back of her leggings in order to stroke the soft skin of her ass. I really appreciated that she wore so many leggings—they were definitely easy access.
Her hands slid under the back of my t-shirt, stroking my back in light, provocative strokes that made my dick feel like an iron spike in my pants. I started walking her towards her bed, fully prepared to take advantage of its proximity.
We fell on the bed and I pulled up her shirt, tugged down her bra and started sucking on her nipple, running my hands up and down her body. Ava thrust her hands in my hair, grinding her hips against my rock-hard dick.
