“They’re not insane,” he said. “They were… fun.”
“They liked you,” I assured him, leaning against one of the porch supports. “Seriously, you’re stuck with us.”
There was another shy little smile.
It was only Thursday. I was supposed to make it to Saturday without sex. That really shouldn’t have been hard.
And yet here we were, standing on his dad’s porch, and I was thinking about how badly I wanted to drag him around the back, straight into my bedroom, and beg him to wreck me.
My dick twitched at the thought.
No. Nu-uh. We weren’t going there.
It’d only been five days, and day five wasn’t quite over yet.Five daysand I was already on the verge of drooling over someone I shouldn’t even have been thinking about.
“I can think of worse people to—shit,” Hayden said as a metallic clink filled the air. “Dammit.”
“Keys?” I asked, putting two and two together.
“Yeah.” He peered down at the darkened porch, but unless he secretly had night vision, there was no way he’d find them.
“I got it,” I said, getting my phone out and flicking on the flashlight.
They’d fallen right next to his foot, which was good—there were enough gaps in the boards that made up the front porch that they could easily have fallen through one.
I needed to talk to Mr. Lewis about replacing them. The two of us were used to it, but the work needed doing.
And it’d give me something to think about other than fucking his son.
“Got ‘em,” I said, grabbing the tiny plastic ice cream cone keychain and standing.
I was suddenly two inches away from Hayden, looking right into his eyes.
His throat worked as he swallowed.
A heartbeat passed, the two of us staring into each other’s eyes, Hayden’s pretty pink tongue darting out to wet his equally pretty pink lips.
And then he pounced.
A startled sound escaped me as he pushed me back, the porch railing creaking under my hands as I flailed out and grabbed it for support, pinned between it and Hayden’s body as he kissed me. A rush of heat flooded south, my already-interested cock jumping at the way Hayden was pressing up against me, mouth hot and eager.
Oh hell yes.
My brain switched off as his fingers shoved greedily into my hair, taking charge, holding me in place so he could take what he wanted, and the half-thought that Andre was right—I wassucha bottom—was the last sensible thing that flitted through my mind.
All my other thoughts amounted toyes, pleaseand a happy little thrill as I felt Hayden’s cock pressing against me, half-hard and probably kind of uncomfortable in those jeans.
Poor Hayden. I could fix that for him.
The last semi-functional part of my brain just about melted out my ears as he ground against me, aggressive and needy and like he was planning on fucking me until one of us passed out.
“Hayden?” a voice came from inside the house.
Mr. Lewis’s voice.
Hayden jumped back like he’d been burned, staring at me wide-eyed. Even in the low light, I could see that he was ruffled, and panting, and his lips were kiss-swollen.
He was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
