That’s the last time we got dirty, though. The last time orgasms were involved. There’s been plenty of flirting. Lots of accidental, faux-innocent touches at work. Many, many hours of kissing in the trees between our houses. Tons of conversations. Just no orgasms.
I miss the orgasms, but they’re notmissing, either. Nothing feels missing from our time together.
However, I need to convince this man that we need more time together. I’m obsessed with having his attention completely on me. Like the day we painted the rooms in his house—hours of talking and laughing when I had his sole focus.
To be honest, I thought a day when we were left alone would have led to a lot of orgasm breaks. Not water breaks or food breaks. Orgasm breaks.
That didn’t happen. There were heated moments. There were kisses. There were touches. But the compulsion to take it to dicks out—even when I was talking about dicks—wasn’t there.
I’m trying not to read too much into it. Our comfort around each other isn’t something new. Spending time together isn’t new. Laiken has always been my family. He’s always been one of my very favorite people in the entire world. It’s normal.
What’snotnormal is the way my stomach is always flipping with butterflies. How my chest gets tight and my heart races. The way my cheeks flush.
Maybe the most notable change is the interest my dick has taken in him. That might be the least concerning changein reality. You know, hormones. Puberty. Sexual maturity. Everyone knows that Laiken Hazelwood is fucking hot. I’m not blind.
I glance out my bedroom door and sigh a breath of relief. My parents’ light is finally off. How long ago did it turn off, though?
Fuck it.
I slip from my bed and step into my flip-flops. My door is blessedly silent. Not that a creek would be concerning. It’s not unreasonable to go to the bathroom.
In case my parents hear me leave my bedroom, even with as quiet as I’m being, I shut the bathroom door with a quiet click, then continue down the hall to the front door. The kitchen slider is too close to their bedroom window, and they almost always have the window open at night to let in the breeze.
Slipping out the front door is something I’ve mastered since I was twelve. Cash and I used to sneak out just for fun. Not for parties. Not to get into trouble. We’d sleep under the stars and wake up before sunrise to sneak back into our beds. We’d talk for hours and wander the streets of Bane and Keone Reef, looking for secret places that could be just ours.
Once out in the moonlight, I dart across the lawns separating our houses and slip into the alcove where Laiken’s front door is. He has an abnormally loud doorbell, so I knock. His bedroom is close to the front door.
If he’s asleep, he may not hear me. I’ll text him if that’s the case. Thankfully, it doesn’t come to that. He opens the door and looks at me with a brow raised.
I grin. “Get your shoes on. Hurry up.”
His expression doesn’t change.
“Come on, old man. Humor me.”
Laiken sighs. I step onto the threshold and watch as he slips his feet into sandals and grabs his resident bracelet. Then he’s facing me.
I back outside again with Laiken following. I don’t move more than a couple feet from his door, forcing him to step into my space so I can wrap my arms around him, press my body to his, and kiss him.
The way he sighs into my mouth makes my heart flutter with excitement. I love how he tastes. I love that he immediately takes over my mouth. The way his arms secure around my lower back and a hand always snakes down to my ass, gripping it tightly.
“What are we doing?” he asks against my lips.
“We’re going to lie on the beach,” I tell him.
“Yeah? Any special reason?”
“Because I’ve been employed for an entire six weeks at the same job. That deserves a celebration.”
Laiken chuckles. He kisses me again, and I step back.
He falls into step beside me. We walk away from my house, so we don’t have to pass any windows. My parents’ room doesn’t face the front of the house, but the bathroom does. I’d rather not risk being seen.
We’ll walk down the parallel street and toward the docks.
In the night, with no one but the stars as witnesses, Laiken’s hand slips into mine. I bow my head, hiding my smile. We don’t talk as we make our way to the ferry or for the ferry ride. He lets me pull him from the ferry onto Ceto.
Ceto is known as the party island. There are always several parties to choose from. It’s near eleven, so the island is still thumping with music.
