Thayer stirs, rolling onto his back, the movement taking the blanket with him. He stretches his arms over his head, and I can’t help but admire the pronounced V-shape before my gaze drifts lower, seeing his already hard cock. Without thinking, I slink down the bed until my face is level with his hips and pull the blanket over my head. I lick the underside of his length and he instantly jerks under my tongue, giving me the confidence to take him inside my mouth. Hands braced on his hips, I do just that, wrapping my lips around the smooth tip. I’ve never done this. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. But when I feel him shudder, I know I’m doing something right.
“Oh, fuck.” Thayer jerks the blanket off my head and lifts his hips to get deeper, his eyes half-mast as he watches me.
I suck lightly and his hands come down on my head to guide my movements as he slowly fucks my mouth. Getting braver, I wrap my hand around the base of him and start to work his length while I suck on his head, and he bites down on his lip, his head falling back to the pillow.
“Shayne,” my mom’s voice calls out, making me release him with a pop.
“Shit!” I jump out of bed. I quickly throw my hoodie on, motioning for Thayer to leave through the window. He moves at a snail’s pace, swinging his legs over the bed, his massive hard-on standing straight up, still glistening from my mouth. I widen my eyes at him, my heart pounding, but he’s in no hurry as he swipes his boxers from the floor before pulling them up. When I hear my mom’s footsteps getting louder, I shove him into my closet. I don’t even get a chance to close the door before my mom appears.
“Oh,” she says, probably taken aback at the fact that I’m standing here in only a sweatshirt—albeit one that’s long enough to cover my ass. “I didn’t think you’d be up so early.”
“I need a shower, so I set my alarm a little bit earlier.”
She nods, buying the lie. “I’ll be gone by the time you get home from school, so I wanted to make sure I got to hug you.” She pulls me in, squeezing me tight. “There are leftovers in the fridge and I’ll leave some cash on the counter to get you through the week.”
“Thanks,” I say into her hairspray-scented hair. When she pulls back, I notice that her makeup is heavier than normal, her hair in perfect, soft curls. It must be a high roller if she put this much effort into her appearance.
“Why is your window open? It’s freezing in here,” she says, taking a step toward my window, but I intercept her.
“I like it cold.”
“Are you okay?” she asks. “You seem…weird.”
“I’m fine,” I say quickly—almost too quickly—trying to look anywhere but the closet to my right.
“I know this past year has been difficult…” she trails off. Jesus, Mom. Now is not the time for a heart-to-heart when Thayer’s hiding in my closet. And I’d venture to guess that he wouldn’t be very sympathetic to our plight, considering he still thinks Grey is responsible for Danny’s death. That reminds me, I still need to fill him in on my visit with Grey.
“Mom, I swear I’m okay.”
She twists her lips before sh
e decides to let it go. “Okay, well, be safe. Don’t forget to lock up when you leave.”
I nod, and with a kiss on my cheek, she’s gone. As soon as the door closes, Thayer’s yanking me into my closet. “You’re an asshole,” I say as he pulls me against him, my chest pressed against his torso.
“This is news to you?” He smirks, sliding a hand between us and dipping under my hoodie before he slips a finger between my legs, parting me.
“What if she’d seen you?” I close my eyes, grasping onto his upper arms in an effort to stay upright.
“Then she’d know I’ve been fucking her perfect little angel of a daughter when everyone else is asleep,” he says, rubbing me in slow, delicious circles. I sag against him, my cheek pressed against his shirt as he continues to make me dizzy with his words and his fingers. And just when I’m about to explode, he removes his hand.
“Wha—”
“You’re going to be late,” he cuts my protest off.
“Fuck school,” I pout, pulling his hand back to where I need it. “I can miss a day.”
Thayer groans, “Yeah?”
“Mhm.” Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know my mom is still here somewhere because I didn’t hear her car pull out of the driveway yet, but I can’t bring myself to stop. A recurring theme when it comes to Thayer. Thayer, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to have the same problem, because he pulls his hand away once more.
“Then pack a bag. I’ll be back to pick you up in an hour.”
That snaps me out of it. “What?”
“You heard me. Your mom’s going out of town, anyway. Come with me for a night.”
“Where?”