“Evan went to her room after dinner.” Damon must turn on the TV or radio because music fills the space. Hopefully, it hides the sound of my breathing because to me it’s so loud. “Maybe you’ll have better luck there.”
I turn my ear to the door, releasing my breath against Hawk’s cheek. I hoped to hear her leaving, but the music is too loud. Hawk turns his head and captures my lips. I sink into the feel of his hard cock filling me. He draws me off the door and presses me against the wall. Which I don’t understand why until he begins to fuck me slowly, and it’s all I can focus on.
The door rattling would have been noticeable even with the music playing. But against the wall, it doesn’t matter, and I lose myself in his kiss. The thrust of his cock into me. The drag and slide. The way he tastes like mint and vodka and me. I try to be quiet, to not let any moans escape, but I’m already so sensitive and amped up from almost getting caught.
My cunt flutters around him before tightening into an explosion. White light bursts behind my eye lids. He groans softly as his thrusts become harder, faster.
“So fucking good, baby girl,” he whispers against my lips. “Better than anything I’ve ever felt.”
He thrusts in deep and fills me as best he can. I’m practically overflowing with cum as much as they’ve fucked me. I rest my head against the wall and look at the door. There’s a back way up to our bedrooms, and I should really hurry to intercept my mother. I can make an excuse that I came down to get something from the kitchen, or I didn’t hear her because I was in the bathroom. Which wouldn’t be a lie, but it’s not the bathroom she would assume I was in.
I’d also have to explain this outfit and the smell of sex.
Instead of hurrying, I pull Hawk’s head back to mine and take his lips. Because he’s mine. I’m going to have to figure out how to tell my mom about them someday. Not today. Maybe not this year.
But at some point, our relationship is going to be discovered. Maybe I can wait until Damon gets back from Crowne Mawr.Then we can all sit down and discuss this relationship with our parents like adults. No reason to do it before Damon heads off.
If I have to be uncomfortable with our parents knowing, he should have to be uncomfortable too. I don’t want my mom to catch us fucking, but I should be able to relax with my guys in my house without worrying about her wandering in.
When I ease away from Hawk, he rests his head against my shoulder. “Do you think my mom will be okay with me dating you guys?”
Hawk chuckles. “Does it matter if she isn’t?”
I shrug. It won’t matter to them, but will it matter to me? When he pulls out of me and lowers me to stand on my own, I have to use the wall to hold me up. Fuck, I’m tired and my thighs are slick with their cum. Rushing upstairs wouldn’t have done much good considering how I’m dressed.
Hawk brushes my hair away from my face and studies me the best he can in the dark. “It doesn’t matter what our parents think, Annie. You’re ours and we’re yours. That’s what counts.”
“Except we live in our parents’ houses. And they have control of us until we go off to college.” I blow out a breath, frustrated that my mom might try to put an end to all this. She can’t really though. But she can make it hard to see the guys except at school. I don’t know if she’d be like that or not. I’ve never done anything like this. Ever.
She’s never really tried to control my life before either.
“We’ll deal with whatever they throw at us, Annie.” Hawk touches his forehead to mine. “We always do.”
Damon holdsmy hand as we climb up the stairs. I cleaned up as best as I could in the bathroom, but we’re not sure if my momwill linger or actively look for me. Our bedroom doors are closed and so are the bathroom doors.
When we reach the hallway, Damon releases me and sends me forward with a little push on the small of my back. I changed back into my jeans but put his white shirt on over my bra. I don’t know what it is, but I love wearing his clothes. And from the heat in his eyes, he appreciates it.
I try to walk confidently to my room, but I’m also kind of creeping along the hallway. I have nothing to hide... at least not right now. The excuse that I went downstairs for a snack should work. Hopefully.
My room is empty, so I get out my phone and check to see if she texted. The door in Damon’s room opens and closes. Which gives me the excuse to text...
Me:
Damon said you were looking for me?
Mom:
Just wanted to check on your hand
See how you were doing
Me:
Oh, I was downstairs grabbing a snack
Fuck, was that too obvious since I don’t know where she looked for me?
Mom:
