Eat Crow (Cheap Thrills 6)

I couldn’t hear a damn thing, and my mind could only focus on one thing. “I want to stay inside you forever.”

Her snorting chuckle made her squeeze around my cock, which was overly sensitive at that moment, and my legs gave out. Because she was relying on me to hold her up, she sank down with me, and we ended up on the floor with me on my knees and her in the reverse cowgirl position.

I think my dick had delusions of grandeur because he twitched like he thought he could do it all over again so quickly, but the reality was—no way in hell. He’d have to get over that disappointment. And since when did I talk about my penis like it was a human being? The answer was: since I’d had the best sex of my life with the most amazing woman to ever exist.

I was just about to try and put those thoughts into words that wouldn’t sound crass when I heard the loud thuds coming from the front door again.

“I’m thinking that’s not a delivery,” she mumbled, then let out a loud gasp. “My tits are on the wall.”

Given our position, I could see over her shoulder and confirm that they were most definitely not on the wall. “Does this mean you want to get dressed because you’re cold, or is it a figure of speech?”

Then she pointed above us, and after it sank in what I was looking at, I understood what she meant.

See, we’d forgotten about the wet blue paint, so when I’d pressed her face-first against the wall, and it’d felt like we were moving on it, we had been.

There was a thick blue smear leading roughly a foot away from where the border ended— which wouldn’t look so bad, if it wasn’t for the fact that it looked like someone had stamped a tit with a nipple in the middle next to it.

Under this was a clear, if not slightly smudged, blue butt print as well.

“Bexley? Logan?” Mom’s voice called through the door. “Are you home? I don’t get it, his vehicle’s right there. Her car hasn’t arrived yet, has it?”

“It would be good timing after today,” Kenton agreed. “But it would’ve come with all her shit, so I’m sure she’d have called to let us know she needed help with the boxes.”

“Oh my God,” Bex whispered, sounding horrified. “Our parents are right outside.”

I was already reaching for her bra and t-shirt to pass them to her, still connected in what was now a fucking awkward way. “Yeah, put those on.”

“You don’t think they’ve had an accident, do you?” Dad asked, knocking again.

“Lorena will be back with the key any minute, so we can go in and check.”

“Shit, hurry up,” she hissed, getting up from my lap and practically sprinting to the small bathroom that was thankfully near us.

It was awkward and uncomfortable putting clothes on without cleaning up, but I managed to do it and throw her panties and shorts in to her as I jogged past, doing my best to tidy my hair before I got to the door.

Then, with a fake surprised look on my face, I threw it open and did my best to sound like I meant it when I said, “You know, I wasn’t sure if it was the door or if Prince was running around the house like a psycho.”

My parents and her dad all stared at me, Mom’s eyes moving to skim over me like she was checking me over.

Fuck, had I put my clothes on inside out?

A glance down didn’t show anything, but that didn’t rule out my shorts.

“Where the hell have you been?” Dad snapped as I moved away to let them in. “We’ve been knocking on the door for ages.”

Rubbing the back of my neck, I tried to wing it. I was a terrible liar, always had been, so this wasn’t easy. “I was getting cleaned up after we finished doing a blue border in the front living room, and I guess Bex is doing the same thing. She said she was going to cook tonight—” Kenton shuddered “—but I kind of like breathing, so we were going to pick some Mexican up.”

Mom was still assessing me, and I could feel the sweat starting on my forehead. I’d learned very early on in life that mothers knew everything, no matter what we did to hide what we’d done wrong. At that moment, I swore she could see right through me.

Her eyes narrowed as she prepared to say something, but the sound of the toilet flushing and the door opening loudly interrupted her. All of us turned to watch as Bex stumbled out of the small room, her cheeks stained bright red as she smiled at everyone like she hadn’t expected them.

“Oh, hey! I didn’t know y’all were here, did you?” she asked me. “What a great surprise. We were just painting.” She started to wave at the front room, then changed her mind and motioned with her hand to the smaller one at the back.

I wanted to do a real-life facepalm. We’d taken off the tape that made the protective border between the blue and white paint yesterday and I’d just said we were painting the front room. And, if I wasn’t mistaken, she’d taken all the painting supplies through to the other room, so there was enough proof we hadn’t been painting in there to raise questions.

We were awful at this!

“Are you okay?” Kenton asked suspiciously as he started to walk toward her, just as Lorena burst through the front door.