by Hazel Kelly
"Do you think she knows?" I asked.
He shook his head. "No. No way she'd be able to act that normal if she did."
"How is she not getting The Ink about this?" I squinted at him. "I figured she'd be able to pick up on our pathetic acting in a second considering the company she normally keeps."
"I think I was particularly convincing, actually."
I shook my head. “You weren’t. And your obsession with trying to get me to play footsie with you was untimely and juvenile."
"You know you can't resist playing footsie with me."
"I can think of other parts of you I'd rather play with."
He raised an eyebrow. "Why don't we go back to the house and you can tell me more about that?"
"After this," I said, tapping the pitcher.
"By all means make it easy for me to-"
"We can't.” I craned my neck forward. “Not when she's here. It'll be written all over my face if we-"
"It'll be worse if we don't relieve some of the tension, don't you think?"
I sighed. "Maybe."
He refilled our glasses and slid the empty pitcher beside Izzy's abandoned glass.
"When are you going to tell her?"
He shrugged. "It’s weird trying to figure out how to tell her how I feel about you when I haven't even figured out how to tell you."
I dragged a fingertip along the salty edge of my glass. "That's okay. I already know how you feel."
He shook his head. "You don't know the half of it."
I drained half my glass in one go, relishing the way the tequila ignited my throat and sloshed in my empty stomach. "Do you want me to tell her?"
"After."
"After what?" I asked, watching a tray of loaded nachos go by.
"After I do," he said. "I'll tell her this weekend before she leaves. But I'm sure she'll want to hear it from you, too."
I nodded. "She deserves that much."
"I just wish I had some idea how she's going to take it."
I raised my eyebrows.
"She already gave me shit about how insensitive it was for me to get serious about someone when there's no one even on her radar."
"Everyone is on her radar."
"You know what I mean," he said. "So the fact that we’ve both-"
"Maybe it'll be fine. Even if it takes some getting used to, eventually she'll understand. She's not losing anything."
"Sure she is. And we're the ones gaining." He drained half his glass and licked his lips. "But I guess there’s no sense in worrying about it because I'm not going to stop seeing you regardless."
"Really?"
"Really. You’re like online poker to me."
I laughed. "I'm flattered."
"You should be," he said. "Though it sounded more romantic in my head."
“I believe that.”
"What I mean is, there's nothing I enjoy more."
"Thanks."
"And nothing I'm less likely to give up on."
"Aww."
"And nothing that gets me as high, that gives me such a rush."
"See,” I said. “Now that's sweet."
"And nothing I'm more likely to sneak off in the middle of the night to do or wake up early in the morning to do or do on my lunch break or-"
"You guys want another pitcher?" a bright eyed sorority girl asked as she collected our empties.
"No," I said. "Just an order of loaded nachos."
"Yeah," Shane said. "To go."
A few minutes later, Shane picked up the tab, and I picked up the bag with the nachos.
They were sort of an impulse buy, but I already had an appetite, and if the next half hour went the way I expected it would, we were going to be in desperate need of a snack very soon.
I let the bag dangle from my fingertips and strolled along next to him. "Fun day so far," I said, keeping my eyes on the edge of the sidewalk.
"Something about your slightly slurred speech tells me it's only going to get better."
"I'm not slurring."
He grabbed my free hand and held it loosely, making my whole body feel alive.
I looked down at where we were connected. "I don't think we've ever held hands before."
He laughed. "Maybe we did things in the wrong order."
I smiled. "It's nice."
"You should see what I can do with two hands," he said, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye.
"So what do you say we pop in a movie when we get back to yours?"
"I thought we'd pop something in alright, but it wasn't a film I had in mind," he said, pulling me down an alleyway.
"Where are we going?"
"To the fire exit."
"Cause you don't want to be seen?"
"No," he said as we entered the parking lot. "Because I'm in a hurry to get you alone."
I smiled and weaved through the sparsely populated lot after him, the butterflies in my chest crashing into each other the whole time.
When we reached the back door, he opened it and stepped to the side, letting me through first.
I started up the steps ahead of him, stopping when I reached the second floor.
He opened the door and took my hand again on his way by, leading me to his room, his grip on my hand noticeably stronger than before.
And as soon as I followed him inside, he pushed me back against his bedroom door and kissed my salt laced tongue.
I reached the nachos out to the side and lowered them until they hit the desk.
He slid his hands around my hips, the warmth and pressure off them making my insides clench.
"I hate to rush this," he growled in my ear before he pulled my soft sweater over my head. "But it's been far too long since I had you."
I arched my back and tilted my hips against him. "It hasn't even been a day."
"Like I said-" He kissed me as he unbuttoned my jeans and dragged them down over my ass. "Far too long."
Chapter 46: Shane
I felt like a fucking sex addict, like if I couldn't have her in that moment I might die.
It was crazy.
I wanted her more than I wanted my next breath.
I picked her up and carried her over to the end of the bed, sucking the delicate skin of her neck as she lowered her legs again and found her footing.
"Shane," she whispered, letting her head fall to the side so the scent of her hair flooded my nose.
I took her bra off and laid my hands on her hips while she fumbled with my belt, causing a surge of desire to pulse through me.
She pulled my cock out and held the tip against her stomach, stroking it with her other hand.
A growl escaped my throat. "Turn around," I said, twisting her hips.
I pinned my dick against her ass and slid my hands up her stomach, nibbling her ear as I groped her breasts and pinched her nipples between my fingers.
She lifted her arms around my neck and pressed her ass to me, causing a bead of precum to smear across her lower back.
I slid a hand down between her legs, my palm cupping her warm snatch. "Fuck," I breathed when I discovered how wet she was.
I worked my fingers against her until I felt her tension drain into the floor. Then I slid my fingers inside her, causing her body to wilt against me.
She gasped as I scooped her out, her tightness choking my fingers as my other hand crushed her breasts against her chest.
"Bend over," I said, pushing her down until she was resting on her elbows, her perfect ass suspended in front of me.
I pulled her pants a little farther down her thighs and grabbed my dick, pushing it against her wet entrance and watching as I sank into her tight center.
She groaned when I disappeared inside her. "Oh god that feels good."
I dug my fingers into her hips and pulled back before rocking into her again.
She moaned every time, unable to hide her pleasure.
And she was so tight with her knees locked together like that, her shaking thighs sucking me
balls deep again and again.
"Don't stop," she pleaded.
I bent over and laid a hand flat against her belly, pressing it towards her spine so every inch of her insides pulsed around me. With the other hand, I flicked her clit in time with the slow rhythm of my thrusts.
"You're going to make me come," she said, arching her back.
And then I felt the temperature rise in my gut like a brewing volcano.
I pulled out of her and slapped my dick against her ass- not just to buy myself time, but because I liked the sound of it, the look of it, the feel.
Then I curled my fingers around her waistband and pulled her pants down to her ankles.
She stepped out of them, and I slapped her ass, causing her to fall forwards and crawl onto the bed.
She rolled onto her back just in time to see me stepping out of my pants, my wet dick standing at attention between us.
"You feel too good, Andi," I said, crawling on the bed after her.
She was propped up on her elbows, and I moved forwards until my face was over hers. Then I lowered my lips to kiss her, realizing every kiss only got better and that I would never stop looking for the next opportunity to taste her.
I lifted my head, locked my eyes on her, and reached for one of her legs, keeping my eyes on her as I slung it over my shoulder.
Then I found her opening again and slid inside, watching the light in her eyes flicker until I hit her so deep they watered.
"Are you okay?" I asked, thrusting inside her as far as I could.
She nodded and bit her lip.
I kept moving and reached a hand down to her heat, touching her swollen clit so her lips fell apart.
She reached one hand up and ran it down my chest so gently it surprised me. "Come with me," she said, her eyes fixed on mine.
I shrugged her leg off my shoulder and picked up the pace, my balls slapping against her.
"Yeah," she whispered, wrapping her legs around me. "Right there."
I sped up again, my upper body rigid as I focused on splashing against her warm center.
A moment later, she gasped and threw her hands over her head, squeezing the pillows in her fists.
When her eyelids fell to half mast, I felt the first wave of her orgasm choke my cock, and I drove inside her, emptying my desire in her belly and letting her see the need in my eyes.
She lifted her head and kissed me.
I collapsed on top of her and closed my eyes. The room was dark then except for the burst of bright, throbbing color I could feel between us where she kept squeezing me as hard as I was stretching her.
"And I thought we had fun at Six Flags," she panted.
I smiled. "Think of the money we could've saved."
She laughed.
I felt it in my dick.
"You were right," she said. "This was definitely the right call."
"So were those nachos. I'm getting stuck into those as soon as I catch my breath.” I slipped out of her and laid my head between her breasts.
She dragged her nails through my hair in little swirls as her voice dropped to a whisper. "You were worth the wait, Shane Jennings.”
"And you're the best thing that ever happened to me."
"Besides online poker?"
I lifted my head. "I love you, Andi."
She blinked.
"I always have."
"I know," she said.
"What do you think it would take for you to feel the same way?"
She smiled. "You could start by bringing me those nachos."
I groaned and rolled onto my side. "If I'd known it was that easy all along, I would've gotten this party started a long time ago."
I grabbed the takeout off the desk and made my way back to the bed, getting under the sheets as she had.
"Thanks," she said, pulling the Styrofoam container out of the paper bag.
"That's really all it took?" I asked. "To win your heart?"
She looked at me out of the corner of her eye. "Well, that other stuff didn't hurt."
I watched her tuck the top of my bedsheet under her armpits, feeling completely struck by her disarming beauty.
Then I popped open the container and angled it towards her, my stomach growling at the intoxicating smell.
She lifted a cheesy chip and popped it in her mouth.
I followed her lead, snatching one with a large piece of chicken and a fresh jalapeno slice on it.
A moment later, my phone rang.
Chapter 47: Andi
Shane was about to throw the covers off and get his phone when Izzy walked in with hers next to her ear.
I froze with a loaded nacho chip halfway to my mouth, as if that might keep Izzy from seeing me wearing nothing but the sheet I was sharing with her brother.
She dropped the arm that held her phone and the color drained from her face, her eyes darting from Shane to me to Shane to me.
Then she took a step backwards into the hall and closed the door.
I dropped the chip I was holding into the Styrofoam box and looked at Shane.
At first I felt a wave of anger that the door hadn’t been locked while we were fooling around, but I was even more upset about the way we'd been caught in our lie.
They say a picture says a thousand words, but I didn't want to tell Izzy about me and Shane with a picture.
I wanted to tell her one word at a time, conjuring up as few pictures as possible.
Without speaking, we turned away from each other and tried to locate our clothes.
I was about to scoot from under the sheet and make a run for my pants when she opened the door again.
She blinked several times, as if she was convinced she was imagining the scene before her.
"I can explain everything," Shane said, the sheet pooling in his lap.
"Don't worry about it," Izzy said. "I'm pretty sure my sex ed teacher covered this in sixth grade."
"It's not what it looks like," he said.
I wanted to disappear.
Izzy scoffed. "I'm pretty sure it's exactly what it looks like."
Shane lifted his palm like a white flag. "Just give us two minutes to get dressed, and we can talk."
Her lips fell apart, but she didn't say anything more. Instead, she just pulled the door closed again.
Shane laid a hand on my arm. "I'm sorry, Andi. I know this isn't what we had in mind."
I shook my head. "I thought we had more time. I thought she was at a thing-"
"I came back to get a sweater!" Izzy shouted through the door. "But I can see why that wouldn't cross your mind considering how hot it is in there."
Shane groaned and dropped his feet to the floor, cracking the window before he walked over to collect his boxers in a bunch at the end of the bed.
I scrunched my face. "Would you mind-"
He read my mind and picked up my clothes, bringing them in a clump to my side of the bed.
"Do you think I should stay?" I asked, pulling my bra on.
"No!" Izzy yelled. "I want to talk to Shane."
"I said give us two minutes," he said, glaring at the closed door. "Not stand outside and provide commentary."
"If you don't think I get to have an opinion about this you are so wrong," she said, the anger in her voice making me feel three inches tall.
I pulled on my sweater. When my head came out the hole, Shane had his jeans back on.
I let my eyes linger over his muscled chest for a moment before he pulled his shirt over his head. Then I wiggled into my skinny jeans.
Without talking, we put the nachos away and straightened the bed.
Finally, we gathered by the door.
He turned to me and laid a hand on my face. "It's going to be okay," he said. "I promise."
I tried to take comfort in his eyes.
"There's no one I wouldn't fight for you," he whispered. "I'll make her see what a good thing this is."
