I give a quick nod. “Damn straight, I had great things planned.” I give a dirty grin. And in just a few days I plan on unleashing them all.
Reese takes up my hand under the blanket, and I rub soft circles in her palm until her eyes roll to the back of her head as if that’s all the affection she needed to set her off. I let go and run my hand up along the inside of her thigh. It’s so fucking dark in here, especially in the back, I doubt anyone would notice if we went at it full throttle—not that I plan to. Half-throttle maybe. I run my fingers under her dress, and she scratches at my thigh in approval. Her knees open for me just enough, and my hand glides south into her wet slick.
Shit.
I cut a quick glance to her.
No fucking underwear. A slow-spreading smile crops up on my face. Looks like she had a surprise of her own tonight. My chest thumps with a dull laugh as I continue to look straight ahead. I bury my finger, in her, and brush my thumb up over her folds until she’s digging her nails into my leg. I take my time, just staring straight ahead as if I were immersed in the low-budget flick Warren decided to regale us with. I work over Reese, slow and easy, for several more minutes until Reese bucks beneath the blanket and strangles my arm in the process. I can feel her body vibrating beneath me, her heated breath as she pants to completion. I tug her dress down and warm her knee with my hand until that oversized shark on the screen eats the entire damn town.
Reese rolls her head into me, her lips twitching with a smile she’s too shy to give. “Thank you,” she mouths, and I can see the color rising to her cheeks even in this dim light.
I cut a glance to the front, and nobody moves, every single person is either nodding off or transfixed on the oversized screen.
I lean over and steal a kiss right off her lips, easy as pocketing a precious McCarthy heirloom. But Reese was never meant to be Warren’s. She was meant to be mine. I can feel it.
By the time the movie finishes, half of the room is asleep, including Warren who’s still clutching a beer in his hands like it’s all he needs and lucky for him because I’m pretty sure that’s all he’s going to get.
Reese and I head outside with Gavin and Brylee.
“So what did you think?” Brylee looks over at the two of us with a sly look in her eye like maybe she knows.
“Great movie.” I sock Gavin in the arm for the hell of it.
“I wouldn’t know,” he holds Brylee at the waist. “I wasn’t watching.” They take off up the street whispering into themselves, and it sounds like Reese and I weren’t the only ones having some fun on the side.
“I’ll walk you home,” I offer.
“Sure.” She wraps an arm around me as we walk the dirt trail just below the houses. You can still hear the party down on the lake even though it’s almost one-thirty. I’m surprised my dad hasn’t come by to fire a warning shot in the air. He’s not into anything above a sneeze taking place after ten o’clock—especially not on the lake.
“Did you have good time?” I dip a kiss over her temple and take in the sweet taste of her skin.
“Thanks to you it was the best.”
She pulls me in, and I dig my fingers in through the back of her hair. This feels right. Like we really are a couple. But I know we’re not—that summer will end and exemplify just that.
“You want to go to the boathouse?” she offers.
“It’s late. You’ve got to be tired.”
“I’m not tired.” Her eyes plead. “I feel like we missed out on our alone time together.”
I do, too, but I’ll be the last to say it.
“I know”—her eyes catch the moonlight and glitter like their own constellation—“follow me.” She takes my hand and leads me up the stairs to her house. The porch light blinks on, exposing us as we make our way up the walk. I’ve seen them go off at all hours of the night. I know it’s a motion sensor, but still, my heart jumped into my throat, and I half expect her dad to run out with a shotgun. Reese is getting bolder, holding my hand, taking me home—I wonder if that’s a good sign or, more to the point, if she’s getting careless in her cover up.
We make our way to the back and up a series of stairs that lead to the second story.
“My dad and Bev sleep downstairs.” She gives a sly smile as she unlocks the door and lets us in. It’s dark with the exception of a thin rail of light emitting just above the floorboards. I’ve only been in this house a handful of times and that was to help her dad install a new hot water heater when the last one blew out in the middle of a snowstorm. I’ve never been upstairs, for sure not in her bedroom.
“Kennedy’s love shack.” She points to a shut door, and the faint sound of panting emits from inside. “Freaky, right?” She gives a quiet laugh. “It’s probably Keith. They broke up like five minutes ago.” She leads us all the way down the hall to a set of double doors at the end, and we slip inside.
Reese turns on the lights then flicks them off just as quick, but the curtains are wide open allowing the moonlight to stream in. I can still make out how huge the place is.
“It was my parent’s bedroom,” she says, locking the door behind us. “Bev made my dad add a new master suite downstairs, so I got the killer room.” She shrugs. “It makes me feel closer to my mom. I’m sure that sounds stupid.”
“No.” I pull her in and hold her like that a good long while, our hips conjoined, her warm belly over mine. “You’re a sweetheart, you know that?” I pull my lips along her cheek until I fall into her heated mouth. Reese plucks at my shorts until they hit the floor, and I’m standing there with my cock in the air like a hat rack.
A wicked grin buds on her lips. “I didn’t bring you here to show you what a sweetheart I was.” She pulls my shirt off, nice and slow, and takes a step back examining me like this, my skin washed blue from the night. “That was really nice what you did for me back there,” there’s a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “And, I want to pay back the favor.” Reese pushes me against the bed and drops to her knees.
