Laiken turns and heads for his glass doors. I follow with a skip in my step. I barely cross the threshold when he has me pinned against the wall around the corner, his mouth on mine. It’s such a rush of intense heat that I groan into his mouth, bucking my hips against his.
Tight shorts do nothing to conceal an erection. They show every vein, every line, every detail.
Fuck, I’m horny. When did that even happen? I thought I was just enjoying some kissing here.
I love touching him. His skin is soft, not the leathery kind of feeling you’d expect from someone who always has his skin baking in the sun. I touch him everywhere I can reach. All over his back, his chest, his stomach.
I’m surprised when he takes both my hands and presses them to the wall above my head, keeping me locked in place with a single hand. I’m about to complain when his free hand drops to grip my ass.
For as much as he’s stared at my ass and brushed his hand against me behind the bar at work, he’s never outright grabbed me. I moan, wrapping my leg around his so I can grind my cock against him.
He’s hard, too. Feeling him hard makes me desperate to touch him, but his grip is solid. I can’t pull my hands free. I try to whine about it, but he won’t let my mouth go either. His fingers dig into my ass cheek, kneading me like a cat.
My hips don’t stop rubbing against him. Laiken’s weight presses me tightly, especially where our dicks are rubbing. It makes me frantically grind, desperate. I need to feel him. I need him to touch me more. Put his hand on my bare ass under my shorts. I need?—
“Laiken?”
Laiken’s mouth pulls off mine, and he takes a breath. Eyes wide.
“Lie?”
“Fuck,” Laiken hisses, jerking away from me.
We hear my dad’s footsteps on the deck now. Panic fills me, keeping me frozen to the spot. Laiken nudges me a little. “Bathroom,” he whispers. “Go. Now.”
I stumble away, gripping my throbbing dick in my hand as I shut myself in the bathroom on the other side of the kitchen.
“In here,” Laiken calls.
“Miranda said you were teaching Lie to mix drinks,” my dad says as he steps inside.
“Yep. The bourbon is low, and I think I drained the vodka the last time I used it. Need a quick restock.”
“Ah. Where’s Lie?”
“Bathroom.”
My heart rages in my chest as I listen to them through the bathroom door. I admire the way Laiken’s voice is steady. My entire body is shivering with need after having a cold splash of reality dumped over it.
I close my eyes and take a breath. We can’t get caught. If we tell my dad, then it has to be intentional. Not him walking in on us fucking against the wall of his kitchen.
Not that we were.
You know,yet.
Flushing the toilet, I turn the sink on and look at myself in the mirror. Okay, dick on display is not okay in the presence of my father. I untie my shirt and let it fall. That’s better. Not sure I can do anything about my puffy lips.
I splash water on my face a few times and turn the faucet off. After a lazy dry job, I take a breath and step into the kitchen with water still dripping. Hopefully, now I just look convincingly hot from the sun.
Not from being pressed against Laiken’s wall with his tongue down my throat and his dick grinding against mine. I don’t at all feel like maybe I have little fingertip bruises on my right ass cheek.
This is fine. Everything is absolutely perfect. Nothing happened.
I grab the lemons on the counter since they’re sitting there as if they should be brought outside, and step through the doors.
My father smiles. “There you are. You okay?”
I nod and set the handful of lemons on the bartop. “Yep. Got a little overheated. It’s hot today.”
