“You’re later than I expected.”
“Sorry, we ran into some friends,” I apologized, slipping out of my black boots. “Where’s Mom?”
“Asleep.”
“Shouldn’t you be asleep too?” I asked, my eyes going to the beer cans beside him. Tomorrow was Monday, and as far as I knew, he had to work. Yet here he was, pounding back beers and sitting in near darkness in the living room, the glow of the television screen the only light casting.
“Soon, just finishing up a documentary.” Dad gestured to the television with his chin, and I nodded.
“Okay. Well, I’m going to bed. Goodnight, Dad, love you,” I said, a yawn escaping, showing just how exhausted I was.
“Goodnight, kiddo. Love you, too,” Dad said before I headed upstairs. I went into my bedroom and closed the door.
But no sooner had I closed the door, did my exhaustion fade. I looked around my room, feeling like a caged animal.
My phone buzzed with an incoming text. It was Dare, telling me the garage door was unlocked if I wanted to sneak over and wait for him.
Changing quickly into a pair of sweatpants and the warmest sweater I could find, I opened my closet as quietly as I could, grabbing the pair of sneakers I’d tucked inside for such occasions.
Back in high school, I used to sneak out a lot. Not to go to parties, not really, anyway, although I did attend a few. I mainly snuck out to just…escape for a bit. I’d usually end up walking along the harbour, just to look up at Lunenburg’s lighthouse. It was another quiet way of rebelling.
My bedroom had a dormer window and faced the driveway. I could climb out of the side window, stretch my leg across to the peak over the front door. From there I could reach the decorative wooden arches and lower myself to the ground.
There were plenty of decorative wooden arches, so many that it made climbing back into my window an easy feat—so long as the living room curtains were still drawn. Otherwise, people in the living room would be able to see my monkey-like moves.
It was a bit of a fall, placing me in front of the living room windows in a crouch. The curtains were drawn though, so I wasn’t worried about being seen.
I pulled my hoodie up, walking in the direction of Dare’s mom’s house. There wasn’t a soul in sight, just the stars and the distant, gentle rush of the waves against the shore.
Nadine’s vehicle was parked in the driveway, but no lights were on in the house. Dare’s rental was still gone, so he wasn’t back yet. I walked along the side of their house and tried the door at the side of the garage, finding it unlocked just like Dare said it would be.
I entered the garage, tugging the door closed behind me. I used the flashlight on my phone to make my way around the instruments still strewn about. The old drum set—Evan’s first kit. The old keyboard that Dare’s grandpa bought him when he was younger, the same one he’d let me play at during band rehearsals.
My fingers ran along the keys of the keyboard, my thoughts dancing to all those times spent here in this very garage. When they let me play the keyboard during practices, I’d felt like an honorary part of the band.
Tonight, I’d felt that way even more so. Playing my own music? That had been a feeling unparallel to anything I’d felt before. A kind of high I couldn’t help but jones for as soon as it’d worn off.
Dare
It was nearlytwo-thirty when I finally got in from The Wharf. Cal offered to drop Evan off, while I’d headed straight home, hoping to find the red-headed vixen I couldn’t get out of my head waiting for me.
And find her I did. She was asleep in my bed, her red hair spilling over the white of my pillowcase. She was a breathtaking vision to behold, a vision I wanted to see each night in my bed, just like this.
I stripped out of my jeans and T-shirt, then crawled in beside her. I put my arms around her, bringing her flush to my body. She moaned, shifting her hips…rubbing her ass against me.
It didn’t take long for my cock to get hard, pressed against the warmth of her ass. She kept wiggling, making me harder. Then her pretty eyes fluttered open, locking on me. She smiled.
“You’re back.”
“I am,” I told her. Bringing my lips to hers, I kissed her softly. My tongue gently coaxing hers out for a lazy dance. She shifted against me, her hand on my pec, over my heart. She could feel each beat beneath her palm. I wondered if she knew just how much this old thing beat for her, and her alone.
I slipped my hand beneath her clothes, letting it run up her rib cage, cupping her supple breast in my hand. I rolled her nipple between my thumb and finger, earning a pleasured moan from her.
“You want this?” I asked her, pushing my hard cock against her. She bit her lip and nodded, and I wasted no time tugging off her sweatpants and T-shirt, leaving her in just her lacy thong.
I crawled down, settling between her thighs, taking in the gorgeous sight of her watching me. Her eyes were full of desire, and when I kissed her over her lacy underwear, she arched beneath me.
I ran my tongue over the material, another pleasured moan falling from her lips. I could taste her through the material, her honeyed scent hitting my tongue, making me starved for her. Needing the barrier gone, I tugged the lacy material down her legs, throwing it over my shoulder.
