“First, it’s chafing nipples that you’re thinking about when we’re together. Now, it’s summer weather?” He smirks at me. I can’t see it in the shadows of the bathroom, but I can sure as hell feel it against the side of my neck. “Also, I wasn’t talking about the actual thought that brought you to laugh—I was talking about the laugh itself. It makes you squeeze tight. Too tight.”
I can’t help it; his words—and the strange desperation in them—make me laugh again. But only for a second. Because as soon as I start laughing, he lets out this deep, male groan and starts to move, pumping harder and faster. His body slicks up against mine, rubbing my clit and driving me to impossible heights.
When it starts to feel like I’m falling I cling to him, shuddering and gasping against his lips, doing my best to keep our romance a secret. To hide it. And not just from Tess, but from the other boys.
And secrets … are most certainly something I don’t need or want more of.
If we’re going to work this out, everything has to be in the open; it just has to be.
Parrish shoves my shirt up, even as I’m climaxing and squeezing around him, and then he drops his mouth to my breast, sucking my nipple and teasing it with his heated tongue. The pleasure spikes, and then I’m writhing, almost struggling against him, demanding more.
We rock together harder, faster, burning, aching, falling.
And then Parrish comes with a violent shudder, pumping deep and burying himself in me. He holds himself there, shaking and pressing desperate kisses to my head, and then he’s rolling over with a sigh.
We both lie on our backs, quivering and panting, trying to catch our breath.
“After prom, be prepared. Because I don’t just want five minutes with you, stolen in the dead of night. I want as much of you as I can get. From the moment we get home tonight to the moment that prick shows up to take you on Saturday. Hours. More than that.” Parrish turns on his side toward me, putting a hand on my belly and chuckling when I shiver at the contact of his palm. “I don’t know how we’ll manage it, but we’ll figure it out. Even if we have to take breaks to pop downstairs and assure Tess that I’m alive.”
He rolls his eyes; I only know that because I can see the whiteness around his irises in the dark.
“That sounds like heaven,” I tell him, rolling back over to face him. He puts his hand on my waist, and then we’re kissing, and it’s happening all over again. Parrish shucks the previous condom, touching me all over, squeezing my breasts, working us both up into another frenzy until he’s ready. He quickly sits up, yanks open the bottom drawer on the vanity, and digs around until he finds another condom.
We put it on together, and then he’s inside of me again.
We don’t stop. Even when we know we should. Instead, we go until I’m too sleepy to even consider another round.
When we’re finally finished, and I’m done rearranging my clothes, Parrish holds out a hand and helps me to my feet.
“I wish you could stay,” he says, and when I touch the side of his jaw with my fingers, I can see that he’s clenching his teeth.
“Eventually, Tess will chill out a little, and we’ll have the chance to do more. To sleep together, even. Remember: we used to lock our doors at night. Yes, she’d pick the locks sometimes, but not very often. I don’t see why we can’t get back to that.”
“I hope you’re right,” he tells me, sounding tired as he leads the way back into his bedroom. I hope desperately that Chasm and Maxx are asleep, but they might not be. They might be fully aware that we just spent two hours in the bathroom together.
I can only assume that Tess either hasn’t checked on Parrish yet, or else one of them assured her that he was simply going to the bathroom when she did show up. Me, she won’t have looked in on. At least, I hope not.
Parrish escorts me to the doorway, our fingers reluctantly slipping apart as I fight those triggering feelings of fear and sneak back into my own bedroom. It’s just like that night all over again. Only, this time, he has his friends with him. This time, I know what we’re up against.
And this time, I won’t make the same mistakes that I did before.
I’ll end this game, Dad. Check and motherfucking mate.
Our usual routine resumes the next morning: Delphine wakes me up, I plod downstairs, Maxx makes breakfast. But this time, Chasm gets to chill at the table while Parrish gets dressed in his uniform and I find myself a cute little skater dress that has all three guys gaping openly.
