Well aware that I’m squeaking, I burst out, “You have to do something for me, but you can’t laugh or ask questions.”
“Like… a fantasy?”
“Y-Yes.”
“I almost wish I were wrong about Dad. Can we change the parameters of our bet?”
I snort, his humor easing my embarrassment like he usually does. Cupping his cheek, I let my hand slide over his jaw and onto his throat. I hold him there. Lightly. Then, I lean into him and whisper in his ear.
I feel his Adam’s apple bob.
“I kinda dreamed about you doing that to me,” he rasps.
“I’ve done more than dream about it.”
I feel his cock throb inside me.
Someone likes my idea.
I seal the deal when I go in for the attack and thrust my tongue into his mouth until he’s panting for even more than I already promised him…
If he loses our bet.
THIRTY
TO-FIX LIST
Get Allan to be an actual father. (If not at all possible, consider bribing. [Research: ask Mom for details about that time he was arrested our sophomore year in high school.] {Consider his worthiness of being in Zach’s life.})
Extra credit - research pegging. (Watch porn with and without Zach. Monitor his reactions.)
THIRTY-ONE
SAM & FRODO BELONG TOGETHER, OKAY?!
“She’ll kill us.”
“Nah.”
“She will.”
“She won’t.” When Callan gives me the side-eye, I continue, “She’s not always the responsible adult.”
“Lies. She’s the eldest in her family. They never take a vacation.”
I consider that. “Okay, maybe she’ll be mad, but she should never have let us do the food shopping if she didn’t want us to get creative.”
“She asked us to buy a turkey, Zach. Not enough Southern fried chicken to feed everyone on campus.”
“Are you complaining for yourself or just on Denny’s behalf?” I counter, shooting an annoyed look at him in the passenger seat, where he’s currently chewing on a hangnail like we’re about to go home to Lilith herself.
