Trevor climbs up the trellis to my window for a night time romp on occasion. He has a strong sexual appetite. I was a virgin when we started dating almost three years ago. Of course, he was not.
“I don’t know. I’m a little tired,” I tease.
“Come on, babe, you’re killing me,” he complains.
“I’ll leave it open for you, you big baby.” I laugh.
I hear the rumble of an engine in the distance. Lilah starts jumping up and down.
“He’s here! He’s here! He’s riding a motorcycle. Oh my God, that’s sexy as fuck.”
“He’s not an A-list celebrity, so calm down. I’ll see you later, babe,” I say.
“Okay, wear the lace red thong I bought you,” Trevor says.
I roll my eyes. “Okay, hound dog.”
Trevor starts to howl, and I laugh.
“Later, babe,” he says.
Leaving the bed, I’m curious to see what has Lilah’s panties in a bunch. As I stand behind her, the figure leaves the motorcycle and walks up the porch steps.
“Damn, he looks good enough to eat,” Lilah whispers.
She’s a hot mess.
Lilah grabs her titties to push them up more.
“Hey, any more of that and your nipples will be showing,” I tell her.
“Just when I thought the school year couldn’t get any better,” she says.
“I better go tell Josh he’s here. I’ll be back.”
“I don’t see why I have to spend my Saturday night at home because of him. I should be with my friends,” Josh grumbles.
Josh sits to my right while Lilah sits across from me at the table.
“Be quiet before he hears you,” Ricky whispers.
“I don’t care if he does hear me.”
When my mom clears her throat, we all glance at the entrance to the dining room. He’s not at all what I was expecting. His hair is disheveled, but in a sexy kind of way. He has a nose and lip ring as well as pierced ears. To top off his bad-boy persona, he has a tattoo of flames dancing up his arm to end just below his ear. His black jeans hang low on his hips, and the white T-shirt exhibits his lean but taut muscular arms and chest. Where Ricky’s eyes are dark green, Art’s are a light clear green. He’s a bit taller than Josh.
Lilah jumps out of the chair, nearly knocking it over when her eyes land on Art.
“Hi, I’m Lilah. It’s nice to meet you,” she says.
She can barely control her eagerness. She holds out her hand in greeting, but he doesn’t take it. Instead, he looks at her hand like it’s a piece of dog doo-doo. She drops her arm to her side.
“Where do you fit in this big, happy family?”
I see a flash of silver on his tongue as he talks.He has a tongue ring.He’s full of surprises.
“Missy is my aunt. We’re all happy to have you here. I’m free to show you around town, and when school starts, I’ll be your personal tour guide.”
Give me a fucking break.I take a drink of my water.
