I’m not used to that, and I’m not sure I like her being in charge, but I like what we’re doing right now so I’ll do anything to keep it going.
I feel her legs part by maybe an inch, which isn’t much, but it’s enough to give me the answer I was hoping for. I kiss her a little harder, but not aggressively, and then ever so slowly, I slip my fingers under her panties. She breaks from the kiss, breathing so hard it’s like she can’t catch her breath.
I give her a moment, then fuse my mouth with hers and start to slowly slide my fingers back and forth over her slick center. She moans, loud enough for me to clearly hear it this time, and it makes me want her so bad my cock is literally aching to be inside her. I keep going, my fingers circling over her clit, making her body tremble like she’s about to come. I plunge a finger in her and then another.
“Briggs, you upstairs?” I hear Parker yell.
Ella pulls away from me and gets up from the bed. “We didnotjust do that! Understand?”
“Yeah.” I sigh as I stand up. Why the hell did they have to show up now? They’re always at least a half hour late.
“You in there?” Parker yells, banging on my door.
“Yeah, just a minute.” I look at Ella. “You good?”
Ella’s standing in front of my mirror, straightening her shorts and smoothing her hair. “Yeah, go ahead.”
I open the door and see Parker there, but not Finn. “We’re meeting downstairs. Go wait in the living room. Where’s Finn?”
“Trying to open your dad’s liquor cabinet,” he says with a laugh.
“Go down there and stop him. He can’t be drinking when he’s supposed to be practicing what to tell the insurance guy. I’ll be down in a minute.”
“Hey, I wanted to talk to you before we go down there.” He shoves open my door and sees Ella. He looks at me, anger filling his eyes. “What’s going on in here? Why is she in your room?”
Chapter 22
Ella
“I asked him to give me a tour of the house,” I say to Parker, hoping he’ll believe it. I don’t want Parker and Finn finding out about Briggs and me, not that there’s anything to find out. We were just... I don’t know what we were doing, but I still don’t want Parker and Finn knowing about it. Briggs better not tell them. If he does, I’ll kill him.
I’m still trying to believe it happened. I let Briggs kiss me and touch me in a way only one other guy has ever done.
When it comes to guys, I’m a little inexperienced, or some would saymorethan a little. I have even less experience than Charlotte, which you would never guess because she’s so shy around guys. But last summer she went to music camp and hooked up with a trumpet player. She showed me his photo. He wasn’t my type, but he was okay looking. Charlotte said he was a gentle lover — her words, not mine — and that he was just what she wanted for her first time. I never imagined what I wanted for my first time. I assumed it wouldn’t happen until college, which I’m sure it won’t since I hate all the guys at my school.
The guy I was referring to — the only other guy who got to third base with me — was Jax, the gym rat with the great body. We were making out in his room and I let things get farther than I’d planned because I was tired of being so innocent. I was even prepared to have sex with him that night, but seconds after his hand went up my skirt, I quickly changed my mind. The way he touched me was so bad. He poked and prodded and had no idea what he was doing. I decided then that sex could wait until college, where hopefully guys would have learned some things.
But Briggs just proved that some guys have already learned — and perfected — these skills while still in high school. I wasn’tgoing to let Briggs get even close to that part of my body, but when his hand landed on my thigh, I was flooded with feelings that were too good to stop. So I let him keep going, and when his fingers slipped under my panties, I almost came. If I had, he’d know how inexperienced I am, which would’ve given him just another thing to make fun of me for. Wanting to avoid that, I was about to pull away, but then he slid his fingers inside me, and I couldn’t do it. I wanted more. I could feel it building and didn’t think I could stop it until I heard Parker yelling from downstairs.
If only he’d waited a few seconds, I would’ve had my first orgasm, at least one brought on by a guy. I’ve had plenty I’ve given myself, but that’s different. This one would’ve been better. It didn’t even happen, but I could tell.
“You gave her a tour of your room?” Parker says to Briggs. “With the door closed?”
Parker knows something was going on, and he seems angry. Why would he care? Because of Aubrey? Shit, I wasn’t even thinking about her. Briggs keeps saying he’s breaking up with her, but as far as I know, he’s still dating her.
“I was showing her the house,” Briggs says in an angry tone. “Now get your ass downstairs so we can get this over with.”
Parker looks at me a moment before going back down the hall.
I meet Briggs at the door. “He knows.”
“He doesn’t know shit.” Briggs’ phone dings and he looks down at it. He mutters something, then shoves his phone in his pocket.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Let’s go.”
We go out in the hall, and he shuts the door, then leans down to my ear and says in a low voice, “Stay here after they leave. We need to talk.”
