“Yours. I’ve been daydreaming of doing dirty things on that king-sized bed in your room. Every time you lay down I want you thinking about me and the things we do.” He bites my earlobe and tugs lightly. I shudder. Moving his hand down to cup my ass, he massages. I can feel his bulge pressed against me, causing me to whimper. He pulls away, and I give a grunt of protest. He winks.
“Now I’m not the only one who’ll be aroused tonight.” He twines our fingers, and I guide him to the back patio.
We lined the patio with white bulbs. The watermelons we carved to look like cactus stand out on the tables covered with bright table clothes and mismatched pottery plates. Mexican blankets cover the table where we lined the food buffet-style, and another smaller table holds the buckets of beer and pitchers of peach and berry Sangria.
“Wow, you guys did a great job. Why the Mexican theme?”
“Andy’s mother is from Mexico.” Jas and I grew up in Andy’s kitchen right along with his mother and Abuela preparing traditional meals and celebrating holidays.
“Are they here?”
“They were earlier, but the crowds thinned significantly.”
“I’m going to say hi and give him his present,” he says.
I admire his stride and the way his jeans highlight his firm ass. I did well. I walk over to where Jas is reloading her glass of sangria.
“You want another one?” she asks.
“Please.”
“Peach or berry?”
“Peach.”
“Is it ridiculous that the sight of our boos interacting fills my heart with joy?”
“No. I feel the exact same way. Finally, Andy is getting some testosterone time in.” We watch as Shayne reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gift card.
“Oh my God. He gave him a GameStop gift card. They’re officially best friends forever.”
She hands me a glass, and I bask in the moment. It’s nice to not be the third wheel, not that they make me feel unwelcome.
“Thank you for helping me pull this off.”
“Girl, it was my pleasure.”
We join the boys, and I do my best to mingle as my brain tortures me with erotic images of the two of us together. His lingering caresses to my arms, neck, and face have my body on fire. I’m soaked and anxious by the time we say our good-byes.
***
Shayne
I’m not sure what possessed me to bring my uniform, but I’m glad I did. After taking a quick shower, I put on my navy Dickies, a fresh white T-shirt, and my navy button up with the K.O.C. garage emblem and my name patch. I grab the box of condoms from my nightstand and head downstairs. I bought a fresh batch for tonight. She won’t be leaving the bed until we’ve done our best to go through the entire lot.
She opens the door in a red silken robe with the Star Trek emblem. She steps back, and I follow her inside, closing the door behind me.
“Do I call you Uhura?”
“You can call me whatever you want, Charm, as long as you deliver on those promises you made.”
I run my hands over her silk-covered body. The slick material shaped over her killer curves has me growling in the back of my throat. She’s beautiful with her green locks tumbling around her face, and her lust darkened eyes watching my every move. Her lips are parted, and her skin is hot.
I pull her frame against mine, bury my fingers in her soft hair, and bend her backward. She gasps, and I dart forward, spearing her mouth with my tongue. Her moan sends chills down my spine. She tastes sweet and clean as her body relaxes and I support more of her weight. Tilting our head to the left and right, we feed at each other’s mouths. Working together and keeping our relationship under wraps is a lesson in restraint.
The light caresses, whispered words, and smoldering gazes keep me aroused. We’ve been building up to this moment since the first day in the truck. Biting her full bottom lip, I tug. She purrs like a kitten.
“You like that, Xi?”