“Like, totally,” he muttered before biting sharply near my throat.
“I mean, you won’t hear me complaining—”
“You’ve done nothing but—”
I gripped his hair and pulled his head back. His pupils were blown wide, and his lips were wet and shiny. “I am trying to show you my appreciation.”
“And I am trying to seduce you—”
“Seduce. Oh my god, you’re so fucking stupid. Why did you stop?”
He growled at me and reached behind me to shove the key into the lock. I helped by sucking on his ear. He groaned and arched against me. Those leather pants weren’t doing much to hide his excitement. To be fair, we’d both been keyed up for the past couple of hours, looking for an excuse to escape being proud with our community and get right to the important thing.
The boning.
It eventually came to a head when Robert looked at both of us and said it would be best if we left because he didn’t want to see the look his son was giving me ever again.
Jeremy was horrified.
But since we were given an out, I took it, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from our friends and family, telling them it would be best if no one bothered us for at least six hours. Helena called after me that I was being stunningly optimistic, which was probably true. I thought I was going to explode.
Jeremy didn’t think much of my idea of pulling behind a McDonald’s so we could get this show on the road. I told him that Darren had eaten Sandy’s ass for the first time next to a dumpster, so if it was good enough for them, it was good enough for me.
I will never forget the look on his face.
Let’s just say he wasn’t very impressed.
I told him to get off his high horse because I was about to get all up on that.
No, it wasn’t one of my proudest moments.
Whatever.
Somehow we made it home safely, even though Jeremy accused me of trying to kill us both, seeing as how my hand was firmly resting on his dick the entire ride. I pointed out that I’d made the magnanimous offer of road head, but he’d declined. After all, I said, what’s the point of a slut machine if you didn’t actually do anything slutty in it?
So it was his fault when he finally managed to open the door. The fact that he had me pressed against it apparently never crossed his mind. And when the door opened, there was nothing left holding me up.
And since one should never fall alone, I made sure to hold on to him tightly.
He weighed more than he looked. Or at least that’s how it felt when he collapsed on top of me, causing me to wheeze.
“You’re the worst,” I managed to say. “Seriously.
He sighed and put his forehead on the floor near my right ear. “I swear this isn’t the first time I’ve ever done this.”
“Oh, gee. Thanks for talking about other people you’ve fucked when you’re trying to seduce me. So romantic.” I tilted my head back. “Huh. I’ve never been to your house before. It’s nice.”
“Shut up,” he snarled at me. He pushed himself up off the floor. He grabbed my arm and jerked me up.
“No, I’m being serious! Love what you guys have done with the place. Oooh, you have hardwood flooring? I’ve been trying to convince Sandy to get rid of the carpet at our house—hey! You’re not going to even give me a tour? What kind of host are you?”
“This is the living room,” he snapped over his shoulder as he dragged me through the house. “That’s the kitchen. That’s a closet. That’s the bathroom. See that door at the end of the hall? That’s my dad’s room.”
“I can’t appreciate anything if you don’t let me look at it! Christ, the hardwood goes throughout the entire house? That’s—”
“I’m trying to show you my hard wood, so if you don’t mind, I’d li
ke to get on with it.”