My parents had tried their hardest to make sure that’s exactly what I was. I’d been playing the part so long I’d started to believe it myself. I didn’t want to be a nice girl…a good girl, not anymore. “Looks can be deceiving.”
His eyes were glittering. He was enjoying this as much as me.
“Okay,” he said, voice low, almost a whisper. It made everything even more intimate. “You’re putting books away when I come in, so I come up behind you, walk you to one of those tables people sit at, and ease that tight little skirt up your thighs.”
I squeezed my legs together. “And then what?”
His eyes were dark and hungry, heavy with lust. “I drop to my knees behind you and tug your panties down.”
I was shaking now, my breathing coming in agitated pants. “And then?”
“You bend over for me, and I get you to spread nice and wide…then finally, I lean in and taste your pussy.”
My inner muscles clenched and there was no holding back my whimper.
We stared at each other, both breathing hard.
My phone rang and I nearly fell off the couch.
Jesse stopped me with a strong hand to my back, and sat us both up. “Get your phone. I gotta use the can.”
He headed for the bathroom and I tried to gather my thoughts as I checked my phone.
Mom.
I sucked in a painful breath. She hadn’t spoken to me for months and she calls now? It’s like she had some kind of sixth sense, that she knew I was doing something she wouldn’t approve of and was determined to ruin it. If that wasn’t a bucket of ice down my pants, I didn’t know what was.
The little girl in me wanted to answer and beg her forgiveness. Even though I’d done nothing wrong.
I missed my parents, but I wasn’t ready to talk to them. Not yet. I wanted them to accept me for who I was, even if I was still figuring that out myself. To at least try and understand why I’d moved away. And to be okay with me living my own life.
But most of all, I needed them to say they’d made a mistake with me and Kate, that they loved us no matter what. They weren’t there yet. They might never get there. And I wouldn’t listen to my mom spreading her poison while I waited for something that might never happen.
I just couldn’t do it.
Jesse walked out a few minutes later. “I better head off.”
I didn’t want him to go.
My mother had interrupted my date with Jesse, had managed to kill the mood, without even being here.
I stood and, after several kisses goodbye, he left.
I hugged myself. I was done allowing my mother to dictate my life. She wasn’t even here, but I was still letting her do it.
Not anymore.
Chapter Ten
Jesse
Groaning, I rolled to my back. I’d left Lila’s last night hard as a rock but smiling like an idiot. How was that possible?
She’d cooked for me. The last person who’d cooked a meal just for me was my mom…
Pain sliced through me and I shoved it right back out of my head.
Instead, I thought of my girl. Christ, I’d never wanted to fuck someone so bad as I did her, but waiting, not going there yet was hot. I never expected that. Fuck, that juicy ass of hers, so soft and warm. Yeah, I was looking forward to having it bare and snuggled up against my dick in the morning after I finally got inside her.
My cock started to throb just thinking about it.
I rolled to my side and snatched my jeans up off the floor, pulling the scrap of pink and white polka dot silk from my pocket. Maybe it made me a sick and incredibly perverted individual, but I couldn’t stop myself from stealing Lila’s panties from the laundry basket by her washer and dryer in the bathroom last night. They were right there, and I was so horny after making out with her on the couch that I couldn’t help it.
All I could think about was how they’d cupped her bare pussy, and I’d shoved them in my pocket before I knew what I was doing.
I bet all her panties were like this, pretty and delicate.
Shit, that made me harder.
I held them up, pictured them molded to her ass and between her thighs and groaned, pressing them against my face and breathed in deep.
Oh fuuuuck.
I’d taken them from her dirty laundry pile.
My hard dick pumped full of blood so hard and fast it made me dizzy. I could smell her—her tight, barely fucked pussy—as if my face was buried up against it.
I held that scrap of silk to my nose and started jerking it. “Oh fuck, Lila.” I stroked harder, faster while I imagined her sitting on my face. It was too much, after all the kissing last night until I thought my cock would snap off, now the scent of her pussy filling my nose—it only took minutes before I was barking out a curse and coming all over my stomach.
I lay there panting. Stunned. How could beating off just thinking about Lila be better than actual sex with anyone else?
It might kill me when I finally got to sink inside her.
Hopefully, taking the edge off would help me today. I’d promised to take her for a ride on my bike before the weather got too bad. But I had a feeling having her pressed against my back, her thighs spread around mine would drive me insane. Heaven and Hell all rolled into one.
My phone rang while I was getting dressed after my shower. I knew who it’d be before I checked the screen. He’d probably forgotten that he’d already called. Wouldn’t be the first time. When you spent ninety percent of your time drunk, shit like that was bound to happen. I ignored it. I wasn’t letting my father screw up my day. Not today.
I headed to Lila’s place, and she walked out onto the front porch as I pulled up the driveway. She was wearing jeans again, boots, and a soft-looking blue sweater. Her hair was down and her face was flushed. I wanted to kiss her so bad my lips actually throbbed. Then I remembered I could. Because she was mine.
Swinging my leg over my bike, I grabbed the leather jacket I’d brought for her to wear and strode toward her. Her smile was wide, welcoming as I moved in nice and close and dipped my head. “Hey, Bambi.”
She opened her mouth to say something, but I kissed her before she could and moaned against her lush lips.
Dropping the jacket, I hooked an arm under her hot round ass and lifted her so we were level and pressed her against her closed door. She made a sexy sound, a cross between a whimper and a moan, and wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, kissing me back.
I’d never enjoyed kissing like I did with Lila. Every time was sweet and hot as fuck. She smelled like soap and cherries and Lila, and I wanted to suck on her tongue, then lick a path up her throat and take a bite out of her.
When I pulled back grinning she laughed, all bubbly and filled with pleasure.
“Hello to you, too.”
“Christ, you’re hot.”
She glanced down at herself and frowned.
“You could be wearing a sack and you’d still give me a hard-on.”
She bit the side of her lip. “I remember a time you weren’t so excited to see me.”
I groaned. “Don’t remind me, Bambi. I was fucked off my face. It kills me to think about that.” Her legs had found their way around my waist and I pressed deeper. “Also makes me insane thinking about your mouth on my dick and not being able to remember it.” I brushed my mouth over hers again. “I’m so sorry, baby, you know that, right? I was in a shitty place and didn’t know what the hell I was doing.”