“How are you feeling?” I ask her reaching out and taking her hands in mine as I take a step closer. We’re almost touching. The soft cotton of her shirt brushes my tank top.
“I’m ready to go home,” Terra replies. “I love my mom, you know I do, but I need less hovering and more time to myself.”
I start to take a step back. “I can give you space.”
She scurries right up to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, rising up on her tip toes, and pressing her whole, perfect little body against mine. “You know I’m not talking about you.”
She’s pulls my face down to hers and I’m not about to stop her. My mouth grazes hers, teasingly, before committing to the kiss. It doesn’t take long for it to get heated and within minutes we’re tangled together on the bed. This whole no sex thing is becoming ridiculously hard, and we are only a little over a week post-op. I’m so hard right now I feel like I could break boards with my dick.
Terra must feel the same. “I’m pretty sure I’ll die if I can’t have actual sex with you soon.”
“You can’t do that,” I murmur back, my lips tracing their way down the column of her neck while my hand is sliding up, under her shirt. I’m careful to not touch her stitches. “It would be a waste of an incredibly good-looking, hard-working kidney.”
“Wow. Donor life has made you an egomaniac,” she whispers and giggles. It makes her whole body shake, and it’s adorable. Terra is adorable. Always has been, in that incredibly hot way.
“Do you remember how you used to turn on that horrible boy band music and dance around with the mop during close at the restaurant?” I say suddenly. She looks at me and nods. “And how when you had cleared the last table of the night and brought me the dishes you’d do that little butt-wiggle thing with your arms up and your elbows tucked in.”
“Yeah…” she sounds nervous.
“Why did you stop doing that?”
“I grew up, I guess?” She pauses and bites her lower lip for a second as she thinks and then her eyes move to me.
“You stopped almost instantly after the party. Abbott’s party and the whole closet thing,” I tell her. “I noticed.”
“That was a part of what felt like a rude awakening,” she says and reaches up and runs her fingers from my temple into my hair, brushing at it absently. It feels like heaven. “I had just found out I had this disease that would never go away, I was going to have to take meds for God knows how long. My hair had started thinning at that point, and the boy I’d been insanely, madly crushing on for years wouldn’t kiss me. It felt like the universe was telling me this was it—my life was now a series of disappointments and rejections. So, I don’t know … goofing off seemed less fun. And goofing off around you was a giant no. I was already so humiliated I just wanted to limit my contact with you to the bare minimum.”
“I’m sorry. I wish I could have explained myself better then. I wish I’d also told you that all your dorky dancing and the way you would sing those songs and hug that mop was hot as hell,” I say and then I pause, kiss her chastely and give her a big, sheepish grin. “I know some guys think lingerie and tight skirts and grinding at nightclubs is hot but … you being you and loving every minute of it was the most gorgeous fucking thing I had ever seen in my life back then. I’m sorry I ruined that for you and for me.”
She stares at me, wordlessly. The smile on her lips is vulnerable. Then she pulls me in for a scorching kiss, her lips crashing against mine, her tongue owning my mouth and her hands yanking my tank top up. “Please can we get naked and just lie here making out like we should have done back then?”
“Your wish is my command.”
And we do just that, touching, exploring, teasing. She brings me to the brink with her hand over and over as I kiss her everywhere and my own hand slides between her legs. Before either of us lose the battle with our orgasms. I pull away from her, slide down the bed and between her legs. I have a need to bring her there with my mouth. Feel her come against my lips, taste her as she breaks apart.
She writhes against me the second my tongue makes contact and her sigh is shaky and heavy. I grab my cock and jerk myself off while I make her come on my tongue. It’s so fucking hot to watch her. I’ve had sex enough in my lifetime and none of it has been bad, but none of it has beenthis. I’ve never wanted to come just from watching someone else do it. I lean back, fisting myself, on the verge and in desperate need of release. I look for my tank top in the dark so I have something to come into. But Terra, still panting from her orgasm slips off the bed and onto her knees in front of me. She grabs my wrist forcing my hand away from my cock and I look down at her in confusion. “Use my mouth instead,” she whispers and her tongue slides out and licks my tip.
And then she takes the rest of me into her hot, wet mouth. I come with only the third slide of her mouth down my shaft. It takes every ounce of my willpower not to grunt—roar—in pleasure. As I stand there shuddering she raises to her feet, smiling proudly. “I liked that.”
“Clearly so did I,” I smile and pull her naked body against mine, holding her to me in the moonlight.
“Jacob?”
At first I think it’s her who just said my name. But Terra has never called me that. No one does. I won’t allow it.
“Jacob!” And then I realize with horror it’s coming from outside.
“What the hell?” I whisper and let Terra go. I walk over to the window in a daze of confusion made worse by the fuzz of my orgasm. Who the hell is yelling that name outside the Hawkins’ house after midnight?
Terra darts to the bed and gets dressed quickly. She throws me my clothes but I’m not expecting them and they hit my elbow and fall to the ground while I look out the window.
My mother is standing in the Hawkins’s driveway.
“JACOB! ARE YOU OKAY? JACOB GRADY!”
“Get dressed! Whoever is yelling is going to wake up my parents!” Terra hisses and she walks up behind me and glances out the window. “Who is that?”
“Kelsey,” I reply flatly and bend to grab my clothes. But I don’t get them on before the door to my bedroom swings open and someone flips the light switch on the wall.
