A few moments later, my breathing has returned to normal, and I’m spent.
“You know I’m teasing, right?” I tell him. “I’ll only ever perform for you”
His hand glides down my damp back, and I hear him inhale like he’s about to talk, b
ut then a pound hits the door.
“Jordan!” a voice yells. “Jordan, you here or not?”
We both pop up, my heart skipping a beat. Cam.
Pike pulls out of me, and I slide my panties up, hurriedly scrambling for my bra and shirt. I hear the garbage can lid slam closed, and then Pike is by my side as he hurries back into his T-shirt and me into my clothes.
But just then the front door creaks open, and I hear Cam’s voice. “Jordan!” she calls into the house.
“What the fuck?” Pike growls under his breath, throwing me a freaked-out look just as Cam wanders into the kitchen.
Pike takes a couple of steps away from me, running his hand through his hair as I zip up my shorts.
Cam stares at us, her eyes darting between Pike and me and clearly taking in our disarray.
“Hey,” she says, a suspicious tone in her voice.
I lick my dry lips, trying to catch my breath. “Hey,” I say back. “So, you’re just walking into peoples’ houses now?”
“I was banging on the door and ringing the bell,” she points out, her shock gone and now replaced with amusement. “I saw both cars outside, so I knew you were home.”
An uncomfortable silence follows as she looks at Pike with a smile in her eyes and at me with raised eyebrows.
Pike looks like he wants to escape. He straightens, jerking his thumb to the backyard. “I’m gonna throw some hot dogs on the grill for dinner.”
And he quickly grabs a package out of the fridge and heads into the backyard.
As soon as he’s gone, Cam’s mouth drops open, her eyes widening on me. “Oh, my God!” she mouths.
“Shhh…” I tell her, casting a worried glance in the direction where Pike left.
“Are you serious? How was it?” She comes over to me and swipes her thumb over my damp forehead. “That good, huh?”
I can’t help but let out a small laugh, because I don’t know what else to do. I can’t think straight right now.
I’m sure I’m blushing.
“Aw.” She looks at me with love, rubbing my arm. “I’m happy for you. It’s mindblowing, isn’t it? Screwing someone who’s actually good at it.”
Yes. Not that Cole was bad, per se. It’s just different with Pike. He’s in my head more than anyone’s ever been.
“Well, have fun,” she tells me, sauntering over to the fridge and removing a soda. “Just don’t get knocked up, okay?”
“Why?” I blurt out, but then I realize how that sounded. “I mean, not that I’m planning to. I’m nineteen.” I move over to her. “But you didn’t say that with any of my other boyfriends. Why Pike?”
“Because you’re having fun,” she says, closing the refrigerator and turning toward me. “And that might be all he’s having, too. Just be careful.”
The words kind of stab. Is she right? Is that all we’re doing?
“You get to enjoy a stable male who has a job and an active driver’s license at the same time,” she explains. “And he gets to have a hot, young girl in his bed. Enjoy it while it lasts. Until the cows come home.” She nudges my chin like I’m five. “Just don’t get your hopes up. Stay sharp.”
Don’t get my hopes up.