With me.
The thought makes my cock swell harder and puts me in the danger zone for blowing my load too.
Amanda Anderson.
Wants me.
Not just my cock swelling now.
My heart is too.
Fuck.
“Yoo-hoo, anyone home?” someone calls nearby.
We break apart, my hands shooting straight in the air likeI’m not touching her, I’m not doing anything, but unfortunately, when Amanda springs back, there’s nowhere for her to go.
Except back.
Off the porch.
I jerk forward, reaching for her, while sheack!s and tumbles off my legs.
It’s only three steps down, and three shallow steps at that, but my heart is racing and adrenaline is making my legs and arms shake as I leap up and dash down the steps to where Amanda’s sprawled in the dirt.
“Are you—” I start, but I don’t finish.
She’s okay.
She’s definitely okay.
You can tell by the laughter rolling out of her.
Her cheeks are stained dark red. Her hair has completely come out of the bun she’s mostly kept it in this week—my fault—and her hair is spread in a curly mass of glory around her head.
“Hello?” Mrs. Briggs says again.
I check myself—don’t want Mr. Happy horrifying my old teacher’s wife—and look Amanda over once more. “You okay?”
She grins at me. “Well.That’snever happened before. Didn’t even know it was on my bucket list, and here we are.”
I shake my head.
Smile.
Feel the regret and disappointment in my balls that the moment is over, and not likely to repeat itself.
But I still chuckle too. “And this is why I always had a crush on you in high school.”
Screw it.
Why not admit it to her?
What’s it going to change?
She blinks once. “No.”
“Who could spend any time around you andnot?”
