“Relax, I’m not judging him or you. I was just curious.”
Her expression softens slightly. “He doesn’t really like to cook. And he’s not very good at it. Except for breakfast. He makes the best pancakes.”
“My dad doesn’t even do that. He grills during the summer, and he cooks up chicken and vegetables for useach week, but a whole meal like this…” I shake my head. I can’t even imagine it.
“Well, you can come over anytime.” As soon as she says it, her face flushes like she thinks she’s said too much.
“Yeah?” I swivel around and trap her legs between mine. Leaning in, I brush my lips against hers softly.
She lets out a little hum. “Yes, but only if you finish your algebra homework.”
Groaning, I bury my head in her chest. “I don’t wanna.”
I nuzzle against her breasts. She has really great boobs. I rub my face between them until she starts laughing and pushes me away.
“Homework, Collins.” Her tone is all authoritative and does nothing to make me want her less.
“Fine.” I pull back reluctantly, but then change my mind and lean back in to bite one breast through her shirt and bra.
Her laughter comes again and soon my hands are moving under her shirt and she’s sliding closer to kiss me. It’s never been like this with anyone before. Sure, I only seriously dated one person, but I’ve hung out with other girls. Nothing serious, but it didn’t feel like this. Lacey is playful and sexy, and when I’m with her, I get all swept up in it. I feel like a different guy. A better one, maybe.
The sound of the front door opening has us pulling apart. Mr. Kerr walks in as Lacey is adjusting her shirt. He’s looking down, thankfully, and by the time he glances up, we’re on our own stools and mostly composed. Minus my dick pressing up against my zipper.
“Hey,” he says, smiling at Lacey, and then his stare slides over to me. I get a nod, which I return.
“Hi, Dad,” Lacey calls. “This is Vaughn.”
“Pleasure to meet you, sir.” Under normal circumstances I would stand, but that would be awkward in my current state.
“You too. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
I glance at Lacey. She talks about me with her dad?
“Not from my daughter.” Mr. Kerr sets his bag on the dining room table. “I try to keep up with the local sports teams. I read in the paper that you’re having another great season.”
Oh. I don’t know why I hadn’t considered that, but I suppose it makes sense. “Thank you, sir.”
“You can call me Harry.” Harry moves around the kitchen, stopping at the sink to wash his hands. He sniffs the air and his face scrunches up. “I think Burt needs a bath.”
“Oh, uh, that’s us,” Lacey says. “We went to the animal rescue after school.”
“Ah, in that case, I’m sorry for blaming you, old pal.” He reaches down and pets the top of Burt’s head.
“So, Vaughn, big game this weekend.”
“Yeah.” The reminder has me itching to be out there right now.
The timer on the oven goes off, and Lacey hops up to get the food out. It smells amazing.
“Did you play?” I ask Harry.
“No.” He shakes his head. His facial expressions are so similar to Lacey’s that it makes me smile. “My brother was the athletic one in the family.”
“Did Uncle Dave play soccer?” Lacey asks him.
I guess that’s the brother.
“He did everything, but football was his first love.”
