“So, Cole, tell me what you do.” Jade smiles widely, and hell, she’s pretty. I can’t blame Cole for looking at her like he’s having her for dessert. Only problem is, Carter is sharing the sentiment, which makes them both hungry for the same dish.
“I do whatever you want me to do,” he responds smoothly, winking at her, but not in a creepy way. Jade almost dies right here, while Britney and Sarah giggle. Carter takes a swig of his beer, and the room is so full of hormones, I’m starting to feel mine taking control of my body. I reach under the table and stroke my boyfriend’s inner thigh and even though Graham’s face remains indifferent, he reaches down and stops me, grabbing my wrist in his firm hand. I wince, and when he guides my hand to my own thigh, my eyes widen. I am wearing a skirt, and because of the central heating I didn’t bother with wearing any leggings either.
Shit, I think my plan is about to blow up in my face.
“Tell her more about what you do,” Graham instructs Cole dryly, all while guiding my palm between my thighs still holding onto my wrists. He takes two of my fingers and slips them into my pussy, tugging the left side of my underwear to make room for them. Cole continues talking as Graham forces me to masturbate in the middle of dinner. I flush. I am horny. I am out of my fucking element.
I start panting frantically, feeling my fingers against the wetness of my sex, thrusting into myself all while Graham guides me. I glance at him, panic and lust in my eyes, and see that he is still laughing with Cole about something he’d said and I didn’t hear, his free hand clutching onto his beer bottle.
I’m getting closer and feel my cheeks become rosier and my pants heavier. Oh no. I am going to orgasm in the middle of the dining room at the table. Shit, Graham. Shit, shit, shit.
“And what do you do, Carter?” Jade continues her interrogation of our guests. Jesus, this girl. Carter answers her enthusiastically, but I can’t hear a thing because I’m quivering like a madwoman, on the brink of one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.
“That’s it, baby,” I hear Graham whispering. “Take it all in.”
And when he says that, he takes my hand, making me shove my fingers into my pussy up to the knuckles and feel how I’m clenching hard against them. I let out a scream, an actual scream, I kid you not, and all eyes move to me quickly.
Oh no.
Oh no.
“What happened?” Sarah asks, standing up. I’d scared her.
“I think I saw a mouse!” I blurt out the first, stupidest thing that goes through my head.
“I think I saw him too,” Cole says with a smile, standing up. “It went out the door. Hey, Jade, wanna come help me look for it?”
Another two weeks tick by, and I’m in love and happy, and it scares the shit out of me. I’m not used to it and fear begins to trickle into my gut. For the first time in my life, I allow myself to feel. I don’t want to lose this. My mom is coming back today and she’s not going to like what she’s going to see.
“I can’t believe we changed the locks,” I mutter, fingering the curtain of what is now our bedroom, looking out and trying to spot her car peeking from the main road.
“She needs to know we mean business,” Graham says simply, putting his shoes at the edge of the bed. He is getting ready for work.
“I’m scared.”
“I told you, Dolly, I’m not leaving you here to take the heat. We’re doing this together.”
I graduated from high school, alone. I didn’t want Graham to come to my graduation ceremony because I thought it’d be too weird after people had spotted us at the coffee shop, and he respected that. Graham and I have been looking for college courses for me in New York, but I was distracted by this moment, and now it’s finally happening.
“She’s here.” I hear myself saying all of a sudden when I see her red Mustang slicing through the landscape of our gorgeous neighborhood. “She’s coming.”
I run to the gate and open it for her, her remote won’t work anymore after we changed our whole security system, and mom parks in her spot next to Graham’s car.
She gets out of her car, without Julio, at least she had the decency to drop him off at home before she came here, and doesn’t even bother to take off her shades.
“Dahl, be a sweetheart and take out my suitcase while I go freshen up, huh?” she says. I follow her with my eyes, Graham by my side. He takes my hand in his, but she still doesn’t notice.
“Oh! Hi, Graham. Hey, did we get new credit cards in the mail? Some of my payments have been bouncing back recently.”
Yes. Because he cut you off, I want to scream.
“Annabelle,” Graham says when she tries to swing the front door open using her keys, but it gets stuck in the hole. “We need to talk.”
She swivels around, finally taking off her shades with a huff.
“Can I just fix myself a drink first? I’ve
been on the road for hours.”