She shakes her head, sending waves of auburn hair cascading over her shoulders. I think I have an unnatural obsession with her hair. The few times she’s let me run my fingers through it has only enhanced my addiction. My favorite shower fantasy is imagining my hand fisting her hair as I yank her head back and ram into her gorgeous body from behind.
And now I’m leaking precum like a horny teen.
This drive just got infinitely longer.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks, craning forward a little in her seat. “Your face is all flushed.”
“Trust me, you don’t want to know.”
Her mouth forms an O shape, and now I’m thinking about driving my cock between those tempting lips, and it’s a miracle I haven’t blown my load already.
So much for the one I rubbed out in the shower providing relief.
My balls are fit to burst.
“Tell me about the party,” I say, desperate to talk about non-sexy shit to regain my control. “Is it a special birthday?”
“Every birthday Nana celebrates is a special occasion to me. She is sixty-seven today. Our birthdays are exactly two weeks apart,” she explains.
Ellen already mentioned it was Stevie’s twentieth birthday in a couple weeks. Apparently, her friend Hadley is organizing a night out in Seattle, and she personally asked Ellen to invite me. I’ll be there, but only if Stevie invites me. So far, she hasn’t mentioned it, and I’m not pushing.
“That’s cool.”
“It is.” Stevie kicks off her sandals, throwing her bare feet up on the dash. “For a period when I was little, I used to insist we have a joint birthday party, and Mom and Nana always humored me.”
“That’s cute.”
“Not sure my friends appreciated hanging out with a bunch of oldies, but I always got a kick out of it.”
“Will there be many at the party?” I inquire, taking the exit for the I-5. It’s straight on the highway all the way to Seattle. It’s a boring drive, but I don’t mind. If I’m alone, I welcome the time to listen to music and think about stuff. With Stevie, it means I can put the car in cruise control, and we can talk the entire ride.
“Nah. Just a few of my nana’s friends and neighbors, my mom, and Hads.” She worries her lower lip between her teeth before turning her head to mine. “You’re welcome to come in.”
I was hoping to be invited, but I didn’t want to presume anything. I also don’t want her to feel obligated to invite me. “I don’t want to intrude.”
“You wouldn’t be, and the least I can do is feed you before you set out on the return journey.”
“I’m going to stay at my mom’s tonight.” Like Stevie, my exams don’t start until Tuesday, so I can afford to lose a few study hours. I’m as prepared as I can be anyway. There isn’t much more I can cram in my brain with the time I have left.
“That makes sense,” she agrees, bobbing her head. “Medina is what? A twenty-minute drive from Ravenna?”
“Yep, so don’t worry about me.”
Lowering her feet to the floor, she sits up a little straighter before turning on her side. “Look, I’m just going to put this out there. There is no chance my mom or my nana are going to let you leave when they know you drove me home. You have zero possibility of escaping this party.”
I smile as I settle back in my seat, removing my foot from the accelerator when I switch on cruise control mode. “Why exactly is that?”
She bites down on her lip before sighing. “Mom is all excited because I told her about you. She’s adding two plus two and getting fifty.”
My smile expands into full-blown grin territory. “I already told you I liked your mom, and now I like her even more.”
“Heads-up, Monica is going to flap and fuss over you like you wouldn’t believe. My nana won’t be so obvious. She’ll quietly observe to see what you’re made of. They can both be pretty intense in completely different ways.”
“I can handle it, but don’t feel forced to invite me.” I’m probably underdressed in my white T-shirt, jeans, and boots, but I doubt Stevie’s friends or family will mind too much. It’s not like I’m rocking up to one of my mother’s friend’s houses dressed casually. Mom would have a coronary if she saw what I’m wearing and knew I was attending a party dressed like this.
“I don’t,” Stevie says, yanking me out of my head.
“I will be there if you want me there, but otherwise, I’ll head on to Medina.”
