I slid off Anderson’s lap and he helped me up to the couch.
"No, I think we’re done here.” The hungry, pained look in Anderson’s eyes said otherwise. “Done with homework.”
“Right,” Oliver said. “I can come back?”
“Nah,” Anderson said, stacking our books and dividing out the papers that’d been spread all over the floor. “Swim practice starts in an hour, you know…”
“Yeah, gotcha.” Oliver winked.
Something passed between them I didn’t quite catch.
Grabbing my books from Anderson, I smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek. “See you tomorrow?”
He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “ Yep.”
We left Anderson and his “problem” and headed to the driveway. The hunter green Mustang sat in the circular drive and Oliver held open the door for me. I hopped inside, taking the chance to look at myself in the mirror while he walked around. My hair was a mess, my lips red and swollen and my cheeks flushed. None of that had anything on the way my body ached at the moment. It was obvious that I left Anderson revved up and ready to go, but I felt the same. So much that it hurt.
I took a few breaths and smoothed out my hair, trying to get control of myself before Oliver got in the front seat.
“How was your practice?” I asked him.
“Hard. Cardio day. Coach was pissed after our last game so he took it out on everyone.” He and Jackson had baseball right after school. Anderson was in a competitive swim league over at the University. It started later in the day. Hayden spent his life working out, either on the soccer field or in the gym. I liked how athletic they were, but it took up a lot of their time. Luckily that just meant I got to have a little alone time with each of them while they were busy.
He started the car and linked his right hand with mine. I wondered if he could feel the heat on my skin. At the end of the driveway I asked, “What was that look between you and Anderson just now?”
He turned onto the main road and glanced over, confused. “What look?”
“Right before we left. You winked at him.”
He thought for a moment and then snorted with laughter. “Oh that.” He shook his head. “No big.”
“Then what? Was it about me?” I was genuinely curious.
Oliver fidgeted with the radio, settling on the classic rock station. “Uh, sort of, but really just a guy thing.” I pouted and pulled my hand away from his. “What? You’re gonna hold out on me because I won’t say?”
“You guys have so many inside jokes and little secrets. I just want to be part of it all.”
He rubbed his chin and then claimed my hand again.
“You really want to know?”
“Yeah.”
He stops the car at a red light and looked over at me. There’s a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Anderson needed a little extra time before swim to take care of some business.”
I frowned. “What kind of business?”
He glanced down, pointedly.
I stared at him blankly.
The light turned red and the car behind us honked twice.
“I’m going,” he muttered, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. “Heaven, do you really not get where I’m going with this?” When I didn’t reply, he sighed and ran his hand over his face. “Anderson’s going to jerk off before swim. He couldn’t put on that little banana hammock he wears with the raging boner going on his pants.”
I sat back in the seat, both horrified and amazed. “He was going to masturbate?”
He smiled. “Yeah, babe.”