“You’re distracting me,” I say as he plays with my nipples. “It’s not safe.”
“You’re driving so slow, I think if something happened, we’d be able to avoid getting hurt.”
He tugs on my nipples roughly, and I stop the ATV abruptly. I turn to look at him, my voice stern. “Do you mind?”
“I can’t help myself,” he says, moving his hands to the waistband of my pants and playing with the button of my jeans.
“We could find a tree, and I could blow you so good,” he says with a waggle of his eyebrows, and I huff, starting the ATV again and turning it around, heading back to the house.
“You are not blowing me behind a tree,” I mutter as I continue driving.
Suddenly, Sem and Luke fly past us, dust pluming up into the air as they whoop and whistle loudly at us.
“This is embarrassing,” he says with a soft laugh. “We look like total losers.”
“We’re beingsafe,” I hiss, and Caleb spends the rest of the slow ride home sucking on the skin of my neck.
“I can’t believe you did this to me,” I say grumpily as I drive us home. My hand is rubbing at the hickey he gave me. Everyone saw it. Admired it.
It was so embarrassing.
“You let me do it. Secretly, you love it,” he replies as he fiddles with the radio on the dashboard.
“Your aunt saw it. She stared at it until your uncle told her to stop. It’s enormous.”
“It was a lot of work. A work of art, really. It’s not my fault you taste so good,” he replies, and I can’t help but huff a little.
He leans over and nibbles on my ear. “Plus, hickeys aren’t a big deal. Pretty sure everyone heard us fucking this weekend.”
He leans a little closer and pulls me in for a quick, filthy kiss.
“That’s because you can’t keep it down,” I reply when he’s back in his seat.
“How can I when you fuck me so good?” he replies as he palms his dick. “Don’t be mad, baby. Love your cock.”
My cheeks flush, and I bite down on my bottom lip.
But the rush of affection and need buzzing through me dissipates when my phone dings. I pull it from the cupholder and stare down at it. Dread fills me like a disease, all-consuming and deadly. Eating away at the heart of me.
Fuck.Fuck!
I knew it would happen eventually, but I played with fate, played for far too long.
jigodie de tata:
I know about your roommate.
His message glares at me like a warning, a threat.
My throat closes, and my vision blurs. Everything that felt so sure moments ago dissipates.
With a knee on the wheel, I text back with trembling fingers.
He can’t know. He can’t.
But he does. Of course he does. He’s always kept me under his thumb, careful that I do nothing to disgrace him or the family.
And the fact that I like men is the worst offense.
