Deep.
Fast.
Hard.
It’s been days since we first slept together. Every night is spent in her bed. Every morning we share breakfast and coffee and fantastic sex. When at school, our touches are behind closed doors. Each smile she gives me is in secret but loaded with promise. Now that we’re finally saved by the weekend and she’s ready to have Sunday dinner with her parents, I’m reluctant to let her go.
I’m addicted to her.
She curses from the bathroom and I bite back a chuckle. Since we’ve been intimate and spending time together, I get to see past the veneered façade of the perfect Miss Bowden and see the quirky, funny, adorable Kerry.
Sliding off the bed, I grab my jeans, pulling them up my thighs sans underwear. I zip them but don’t fasten the button. When I reach the doorway, I grip the top of the doorframe, leaning in to watch her as she applies mascara.
Everything about her in this moment is flawless. A demure, floral print dress hugs her body. Her long blond hair has been straightened to sleek perfection. As she paints her naturally pretty face, she transforms into a glossy version of the woman who an hour ago was gagging on my cock, making a mess with slobber and tears.
“What?” she demands, her hand shaking badly enough she has to recap the mascara.
Frowning, I release the doorframe and step into the bathroom, wrapping my arms around her. Our stare meets in the mirror. “Are you nervous?”
“To have dinner with my parents?” She huffs. “Of course not.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
She gnaws on her plump bottom lip, her brows knitting together. “I don’t know.”
I sweep her hair to the side to expose her neck and press a soft kiss there. “If you don’t want to tell him about Sean, don’t. You’ve successfully avoided any more attempts by your father to set you up with him. Sean is a predator, but he’s one we don’t have to worry about anymore.”
She turns in my arms, her palms cradling my cheeks. “How is it you’re better than any man I’ve ever known?”
I chuckle. “You don’t get out much. It’s like you forgot I’m the town bad boy.”
“You like to stir up trouble, but you’re far from bad.” She kisses my lips. “School will be out soon and we won’t have to hide anymore. Then maybe you can meet my family one day. I could handle them better if I wasn’t alone.”
“Your parents are about as exciting as my dad. Your brother, on the other hand, I’d like to meet him. Sounds like he’s my kind of guy.”
She beams at me, her blue eyes twinkling. “Keith is great. I miss him.”
“We could always get out of here this summer and go visit,” I offer, stroking my fingers through her silky hair.
“I’d like that. Sometimes I wish I’d stayed back with him in Brigs Ferry Bay. It makes me wonder how my life would have turned out. I certainly wouldn’t be going out on dates with sleazeballs to please my father.”
“But then you’d never get to bang your student.” I flash her an evil grin that earns me a smack to the arm. “Kidding sort of. On a serious note, I wouldn’t have met you.” Leaning forward, I kiss her forehead. “But, it’s not too late to go back.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?” I smirk at her. “I’m following your ass out there.”
“Promise?”
“Sure do, Miss B. Now bend over that sink and let me fuck you nice and sweet to give you something to smile about over your dinner from hell.”
She rolls her eyes at me, but obeys, turning and lifting her dress over her ass. I give it a playful smack.
“Good girl.”
I step into the cavernous foyer of my home and listen for sounds of my father. It’s Sunday, which means since he can’t be in the office working, he’ll be in the one at home. I weave my way through the house until I reach his doorway. His voice is deep and commanding in his fierce Felix-Mullins-who-doesn’t-take-shit tone as he puts someone—probably his poor assistant—in their place over the phone. With a frustrated growl, he ends the call.
My knuckles rap at the door three times before I push through, entering the imposing space. Dad is so career oriented and focused on his goals. His office always intimidated me growing up. I felt like he had plans for me that I’d never measure up to.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, sauntering into his space and taking the seat in an armchair nearby.
Dad swivels in his desk chair to scowl at me. “What?”
“You’re mad, and for once, it’s not at me.”
His expression softens slightly. “I’m not mad at you. In fact, your grades this term have been impressive. I see you’re walking without a limp too.”
I sit a little straighter in my seat. “Coach Long has been working with me. Reconditioning me. It’s…nice.”
“Have you thought about which college you’re attending?” His sharp green eyes laser into me, making me squirm.
I seriously wish we could spend five minutes without discussing my future.
“I’m not sure, Dad,” I mutter, a drastic change from my usual smartass response. “There are things I want to do, but nothing that college seems helpful for.”
Rather than snapping at me, he frowns harder, as though he’s trying to understand my inner workings. “Like what?”
I blink at him, confused. Since when does he consider anything but college?
“I’d have to tap into my trust fund,” I state, pushing him because it’s in my nature.
He doesn’t bite this time.
“Sounds like an investment. Explain.”
“You’re busy—”
“It’s Sunday, Son, and you’ve been absent all week. Excuse me if I’d like to ignore work to focus on my boy.”
Since when?
His career is usually his pride and joy. However, lately, I must admit it doesn’t seem to bring him the happiness it once did.
I arch a brow at him in shock. “You’ll probably hate it.”
“Probably. I still want to hear it.”
Glancing over at the clock on the wall, I note that I still have time. Kerry won’t be back at her apartment until closer to eight she guessed.
“Do you remember when I was in the sixth grade and I went through my skateboarding phase?”
Ever since Kerry and I got together, I really did some soul searching, because despite my resistance to commit to a career or college, it’s weighed heavily on my mind.
His green eyes twinkle and he laughs. “Your hair was atrocious.”
I playfully scoff. “It was awesome, Dad. Admit it.”
“Hell no,” he says, shaking his head. “I was so glad you got the hots for that cheerleader and cut it off to impress her.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I grumble. “Laugh it up, old man.”
We’re both smiling. It takes me a minute to realize we haven’t done this in a while. I blamed my dad for a lot, but I wasn’t exactly easy to get along with. After hearing stories upon stories from Kerry about her controlling, asshole father, it makes me appreciate mine a little more.
“So, let’s hear it,” he says, smoothing out his tie. “And then I want to hear about her.”