“Boyfriend?”
He grins. “I better be your boyfriend. If not, I’d feel used. I don’t just go around making random girls c—”
I squeal, cupping my hands over his lips.
“Let’s never talk about that again.”
“Really?” His eyebrows rise as he mumbles behind my hands. “The sounds you made. The way you arched into my mouth—”
“Enough!” My smile is wide, and I feel his lips turn up under my hands.
“Thank you for sharing that with me,” he says as he draws my hands away from his face with his own. “Now, we better get home before your dad sends out a search team.”
The sun is beginning to set, which means we’ve been at the park for hours, and yet it seems like our time is over in the blink of an eye.
“What about your…” I indicate his still straining erection.
“I’ll deal with that later.”
He gives me the side-eye when I open my mouth to make a few suggestions.
The drive home is happy, but I can feel how tense he is. I’ve heard stories of how guys peer pressure their girlfriends into doing stuff. Most guys wouldn’t be worried about my parents, only able to focus on their own needs, but Dalton is different. It’s just one more thing to add to the plus column.
“Why don’t you video call me in thirty minutes?” I whisper against his lips when he kisses me in my driveway a few minutes later.
“Yeah?”
I nod. “Wait to deal with your problem until then.”
His eyes spark. “What do you have in mind?”
“Just wait, and you’ll find out.”
He nips at my bottom lip. “Thirty minutes, got it.”
He presses one last kiss to my lips before standing in my driveway until I make it safely inside.
My dad is waiting near the door with his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face.
“Was that Dalton Payne you were kissing in the driveway?”
My heart races, pounding in my chest. I’ve had the sex talk with my parents, albeit very formal and anatomically correct seeing as they’re both in the medical field, but I’ve never had a boy talk with either of them.
“Yeah,” I answer awkwardly, hoping this conversation doesn’t last past the thirty minutes I told Dalton to wait.
“I don’t think you should hang around that boy,” he says evenly. This is Dad, though, even when he’s angry or frustrated, he’s calm and collected.
“Dad,” I groan. “He’s a nice guy.”
“He’s the reason you got in that wreck.” I open my mouth to tell him the truth, but he snaps his hand up. “You’re almost eighteen, Piper, and I know I can’t control your life, but I think you should think about the consequences of spending time with him. Give it some thought, and I know you’ll come to the right decision.”
He walks away without another word, leaving me standing there torn between the guy I’m most likely falling for and the disappointment my parents will feel if I date him.
The decision is easy.
Too bad my dad thinks I’ll be on his side after the coin toss he just sent my way.
I rush up the stairs, anxious for that video chat with Dalton.Chapter 31DaltonI don’t know where everyone is that lives here, but I don’t see a single person on my rush up the stairs. I lock my bedroom door before rushing to my bathroom. My mind is racing with ideas of what Piper has in mind, but I’m still gross from being in that stupid costume, so I rush through a shower, doing everything in my power to ignore the persistent boner hanging between my thighs.
Like I’m preparing for a first date with the prettiest girl in class, I can’t decide what to wear after I get out of the shower. I don’t want to be presumptuous about her intent, but I leave my shirt off to tempt her, tugging basketball shorts up my legs before falling on the bed.
I test the camera angle, making sure I look okay before video dialing Piper.
Her cheeks are flushed, hair still wet from her own shower when she answers.
“Hey,” she says before her perfect teeth dig into the lip I had the privilege of nibbling on earlier.
“Hey, yourself,” I respond.
A few moments of silence pass as we just stare at each other.
“So, umm…” She grins wide. “That was fun in the car earlier.”
“I enjoyed myself.” If I concentrate hard enough, I bet I can still feel the soft texture of her nipples against my tongue.
And that’s all it takes for me to go from half-mast to fully erect.
I shift my hips, holding the phone with one hand while resting the other on my dick in a bid to make it calm down.
“It felt really good,” she confesses, but she must be embarrassed to be talking about it because she isn’t looking directly into the camera anymore. “I want you to feel good, too.”