“This is a mess.”
“We’ll sort it out.” Wrapping his arm around my shoulder, he pulls me back down to the bed with him. “I meant it, Pops. Stay with me tonight.”
“I can’t. I have the kids to look after.”
He brushes the hair from my face and stares into my eyes. “Then let me stay with you.”
“Your mom will freak. You’ve already been suspended.”
“Then let me hide you in here with me.” He rolls on top of me, dropping his lips to my neck. “Just think of the fun we could have.”
I giggle like an idiot as he tickles up the sensitive skin of my neck with his tongue.
“Okay, okay. But I need to go home, see what state my parents are in. If they can look after the kids, then yeah, I’ll stay.”
“Come on then,” he says, jumping from the bed.
“Excited much?”
“I just want you to myself.”
“You mean you want me naked again?” I raise a brow in his direction where he’s busy pulling on a clean shirt and hiding his toned olive skin from me.
“Something like that.” He winks, making me shake my head at him.
“Come on then but be prepared to be disappointed. My parents aren’t known for being reliable.”
“I’ve got a good feeling.”
Zayn holds my hand the entire drive to my house and to my surprise, I find Mom in the kitchen being normal again.
“What’s all this?” I ask, very aware that Zayn insisted on following me into the house. I’m not sure if it was to protect me or because he was worried I might lie to get out of spending the night with him. Truth is, just the thought of falling asleep with his arms around me fills my entire body with tingles.
“Just cooking dinner, is that so weird?” Mom asks, her face actually looks shocked that I’ve commented. I guess that just proves how far gone she is.
“Yeah, it is. I’m going to stay the night at Harley’s, is that okay?”
She looks over my shoulder, her eyes narrowing on Zayn.
“That’s not Harley,” she states.
No shit. “Zayn’s just giving me a lift because Harley is still at cheer.”
She nods, accepting the lie that fell flawlessly from my tongue. I guess when you have absolutely no respect for the adults that are supposed to care for you, lying comes easily.
“Okay, great. Go for it,” she agrees before turning her back on both of us as if we’ve already left the room.
“Great, thanks,” I mutter, rolling my eyes at Zayn the second I turn to him and find his concerned stare on me.
He follows me up to my room and stands with his back pressed against the door while watching me collect a few things I’m going to need.
“Mom’s working late,” he says after a long stretch of silence. “Says to get our own dinner.”
I look over my shoulder at him staring down at his cell. Walking over to where I dropped my purse when we first walked in, I dig mine out, praying there isn’t a message from unknown waiting for me.
Thankfully, the only people who’ve sent me messages are Harley and Ruby. Guilt swamps me that I’m doing all this behind Harley’s back. I tell myself it’s to protect her. It was at first, the fewer people involved in this shit with Preston the better, but now… I glance up at Zayn who must feel my stare because he looks up and flashes me his megawatt smile. My tummy clenches with desire and my, although tender, core aches to feel him again.
Somehow, I manage to rip my eyes from his and look back down to my cell.
There’s a message from Ruby telling me that Harley is going back to hers to work on an assignment we were all given earlier and asking if I want to join them.
“Harley is at Ruby’s. They want to know if I want to join them.”
I look up just in time to see a sexy smirk pull at one side of Zayn’s lips, “Perfect,” he says, pushing from the door and stalking toward me. “An empty house means I can make you scream.”
A whimper falls from my lips as his hand wraps around the back of my neck and heat heads south of my waist.
“What if I want to go hang out with my friends? Tell them all about what I’ve done today.”
“Oh? And what’s that exactly?” he teases.
“That I lost my V-card to an insanely sexy senior.”
“Insanely sexy, huh?”
“Some would say so.”
“Some?”
“Ruby for one.”
“There’s nothing between me and Ruby, Pops.”
“I know. She told me.”
“So did you want to go and tell your friends all about my cock, or would you prefer to feel it again?”
“Zayn!” I squeal, swatting his shoulder playfully. “Your sister definitely doesn’t want to know about your cock.”
“Hmmm… I guess that decision’s made then,” he says, nuzzling my neck and breathing me in.
“I can’t get enough of you, Pops. I’m pretty sure I’ve been addicted since my fifteenth birthday.”
“Don’t,” I beg.
“Don’t what? Tell you the truth?”
“If I find out you’re lying, Zayn, I’ll never forgive you.”
“Trust me, Pops. I never wanted to walk out of that closet that day. I was so fucking hard for you.”
My cheeks heat and I tear my eyes away from his.
“Don’t pretend you’re embarrassed. I know for a fact that you like my dirty words.”
My lips part to argue but then I remember just how hot they made me feel while he was inside me and I realize that I can’t.
“Hurry up and I’ll be able to prove my point sooner rather than later.”
“You don’t need to prove anything. I remember,” I admit.
“Hmmm, me too.”
Zayn bites down on his bottom lip as his eyes track down my body, turning my temperature up a notch instantly.
“You’re going to ruin me, aren’t you?” I shove down the feelings that that word threatens to drag up. This has nothing to do with that asshole, and the only ruining Zayn is going to do is going to be very different from his threats.
“Nah, baby. I’m going to fucking consume you.”
“Oh God.”
“Hurry up.” He swats my ass before dropping down onto the end of my bed and resting back on his elbows, his eyes locked on me.
“Okay, I’m good. Let’s go.”
“Finally.” I watch as he reaches down and rearranges himself in his sweats before standing, although his rearrangement didn’t do much to cover his hard-on.
“Issue?” I ask, quirking a brow at him.
“Yeah, I’m in a room alone with you,” he says it like it should be obvious. “Don’t tell me that if I were to push my hand into your panties right now that you wouldn’t be wet.”
I shrug, fighting the smile threatening to spread across my lips.
“I thought we were going?” I walk toward the door but am abruptly stopped when his palm slams down on the wood from behind me before I get the chance to open it.
His lips brush my ear, his breath tickling down my neck as his palm skims down my spine before his fingers disappear under the waistband of my pants.