“Yeah. We were all underage. One of them got probation, and the others got jail time at this center for juveniles.”
“Holy shit.”
“Since then, I’ve been pretty guarded. Not everyone in this world will be like them, I get it, but knowing that doesn’t stop me from withholding my trust, and meeting you was pretty hard. I didn’t want you to be like that asshole, and I was afraid to find out one way or another.”
“So you were the asshole instead.”
I huffed. “Yeah, something like that, huh?”
“I get it. I mean, this place isn’t known for its open-mindedness, and after last year with Wren and Tate, I think anyone with a secret is a bit more hesitant about showing that side of themselves.”
“Would you be? I mean, knowing I’m not closeted but not ready to show everyone my business, would that bother you? Not being out or obvious about it in front of people?”
He dropped his hands and leaned his shoulder into the seat. “I’ve already told some people. The guys know. Uh, Asher, Nick, Michael, and Jamie, they know I’m into a guy, but I didn’t tell them who. And I won’t if you don’t want me to.”
With eyes full of what had to be hope, he stayed still as I crawled toward him. Slow, cautious, I didn’t dare blink as Ihovered over the console before planting one hand on his seat and the other on the door. Close, but not touching him yet.
“Kiss me,” I whispered. “Kiss me for the first time when we both know what we mean by it.”
He didn’t make me wait. Cal gripped the back of my neck and hauled me into his lap. We slanted our heads and tangled our tongues, meshing, synching. This one wasn’t the heated fighting match of a kiss that we both loved, but he took control of it, and I was in a mood to let him. Vulnerable from spilling my past, the torments that still haunted me, I needed him to protect me, to surround me until I could regain my footing.
He understood. Without a word, he read me.
Cal controlled my mouth as he lapped and tasted me, movements so sure and confident, and I melted. I might have whimpered, swooned even, as the thrill left me lightheaded.
Our stubble scraped, hitting both my ears and my tingling skin. The hungry moan from his throat set me on fire, and we inched closer. He kept my kiss glued to his with that domineering hand at the back of my neck, but with the other, he palmed the front of my jeans. I groaned and pressed forward in invitation.
With my hands free, I got his jeans undone faster than he got mine open enough to shove his hand inside.
After a nip to my lips, he paused for a deep breath before biting my jaw. “Princess,” he breathed and slid a loose fist up my shaft.
“You tease.” I squeezed his crown.
Cal hissed, but his hips jerked for more. “I think about gettin’ you off more than myself now. Ever since Saturday. That fuckin’ tiny cabin …” His words were slightly broken as he kissed my neck and ear. “Watchin’ you come is the hottest thing I’ve seen in my life.”
I chuckled. Not at him, but because I felt the same. “I’m very okay with you getting me off anytime you want.” I licked my hand, then went back to stroking him. “If I can get you off too.”
“I’ve never given a blow job.”
“Okay.”
“I want to.”
“Oh.” I pulled back slightly with his confession. Cal attacked. His wide shoulders pushed me into the passenger seat. “Oh, shit.”
God, this was ridiculous, near impossible, but never doubt the determination of eighteen-year-olds when orgasms were on the table.
In a matter of seconds, I had a leg free of my clothes and over Cal’s shoulder. My other leg was bent, and my knee pressed painfully against the dash. Cal’s big frame was over the console, and not all of his grunts sounded like good things.
This wasn’t about foreplay and romance. This was a quick nut. We both knew it. Cal mouthed my tip a few times, shooting stars across my vision, then sucked me in deep. Too deep because he gagged. I fisted his hair and shoved him back down.
Cal moaned, all needy and greedy, vibrating me to my toes. With one hand bracing his weight, he slipped the other underneath him. I couldn’t see, unfortunately, but my imagination was awesome. Cal moved his arm, jacking himself as he groaned and sucked me like a thirsty slut.
Was the truck shaking? Thank fuck this place was deserted. With fogged windows, there was no doubt what was happening in here. Beads of condensation made irregular tracks on the glass, as if even the inanimate surface found us hot as hell.
“Jesus,” I whispered. He’d never done this before? “Holy shit,” I breathed and tried my damnedest to push deeper into his mouth. He was going to eat me alive, humming nonstop, and I didn’t mind one bit.
My heart pounded. My vision blurred as all focus fled south. Everything pulsed in time with the bob of Cal’s head. I still held his hair, the soft strands tickling my palm. I let go and raked my nails over his scalp, letting him keep the control.
