"What?" I sat up and asked in shock.
Bryce's eyes widened—a feat that I'd never seen before, but he didn't say anything.
Corrigan watched us another moment and then threw his head back in a laugh.
"I'm so joking, you guys. God—look at you." He kept laughing until Bryce punched him in the shoulder.
"Ow!" he yelped and moved away. Corrigan shook his head and continued eating in between laughs. "Seriously. You guys looked like I'd died or something. That was hilarious."
"Not funny." I glared.
"It was funny." Corrigan chuckled as he finished the rest of his food. When Bryce and I continued to stare at him, he threw his hands in the air. "Come on, guys! Seriously! You don't want to go there."
"What is wrong with you?" Bryce asked, more curious.
"Nothing's wrong with me. Why do you automatically assume something's wrong?"
"Because we were making out and you interrupted. You never interrupt us," I spelled it out. That was my first clue anyway.
"If you want to make out right now, don't hold back. I have no problem with it." Corrigan flashed his charming grin again.
I blinked, stunned at how slippery he could be. Then I said, "No. Tell us."
He glanced at Bryce for a second and shook his head again. "Seriously. Nothing's wrong."
He didn't want to share and it was starting to become more work than it deserved so I rolled my eyes and gave up. "How do you know Steele's sister? What's her name?"
Bryce glanced to him and asked, "You already know her?"
Corrigan stiffened, but answered, "Her name is Mena and yes, I've met her. It didn't go so well."
"What happened?" Bryce flashed a grin. "You hit on her, but shagged her best friend."
Classic Corrigan and as his jaw tightened, Bryce had hit the bulls-eye.
"Oh come on, Corrigan. How are you expecting to make a better impression over that?" I laughed.
The charm was back when he replied, "I've got a few tricks."
I narrowed my eyes and then rolled my eyes. Corrigan was in one of his moods and I lacked the energy to play his game.
Bryce studied him for a moment longer and then decided the same as me. Corrigan would do what he always did.
"Come on. I'm ready to go back. How about you two?"
Whatever. He decided when we left, now he decided when we went back? I didn’t think so. I knew Bryce had turned to me, so I flashed him a wolfish grin. The desire was starting to pulsate between my legs. I wasn’t going to go back to school with that throbbing. I was going to do something about it.
I dug my keys out and chucked them to Corrigan. "Crash her and you pay for her."
He sent a suggestive leer at us before he jiggled the keys. "Thanks, Sheldon. Feel free to tape it so I can watch later," Corrigan called over his shoulder as he jogged up the stairs and out the door.
Bryce watched me, trying to gauge me.
He always did this too.
Sighing, I uncurled my legs and stood. As I stretched, Bryce enjoyed the show with a half-grin curling at his mouth. I bent forward, holding his gaze, and reached for his plate, then grabbed my own and traipsed up the stairs.
Bryce followed as I placed the dishes in the sink. Then I proceeded to my room. I left the door open and fell on my bed as he followed inside.
"When are your parents coming back?" he asked as he pulled his shirt off.
My eyes traveled over his muscular chest and stomach. I licked my lips. The throb had doubled. I felt it in my toes. "They're in Italy and won't be home until Thanksgiving." My voice was husky as I knelt on the bed. "Between you and me, I don't even think they'll be back by then."
Since my room could get stuffy, he left the door open and moved closer to me.
"You told me they'd be back this weekend. I remember," Bryce stepped closer and closed his eyes when I slid my hand down his chest. I hooked a finger on the inside of his pants and he said, "Because that was your excuse for missing my party on Friday."
I unsnapped the front button and slid the zipper down.
I pulled him down on top of me and whispered, closing my eyes as his hand started his own exploration, "Maybe I just didn't want to go and see you hit on all those other girls."
"Baby." Bryce rolled me underneath him and propped himself up on one elbow.
I opened my eyes and held his sapphire ones.
He bent forward and pressed a kiss to my jaw when he murmured, "You're always my first choice. You know that, don't you?"
In truth, I hadn't gone because we'd had a 'near emotion' event that day. That's what Corrigan called them when I witnessed a cheerleader pawing the front of Bryce's pants that afternoon. Bryce hadn't known I was around, but my jaw clenched and I turned away. I hadn’t enjoyed seeing that.
Corrigan shook his head when I left down the opposite hallway and out the door.
The sight of a girl mauling Bryce wasn't anything new, but the sight of Bryce enjoying it had cut deeper than I wanted to acknowledge. I begged off the party. My excuse had been weak. At the time, Bryce registered it with a flicker in his eyes, but he hadn't said anything.
I entwined a hand around the back of his neck now and pulled his head to mine. Against his lips, I whispered, as I twisted one of my legs over his, "I better damn well be."
Bryce smirked before he captured my lips with his and his full weight fell on me.
Moments later, both of us were panting as the rest of our clothes followed to the floor and Bryce gasped, "Condom."
"Usual place," I whispered against his skin as I stayed wrapped around him.
Bryce groaned and I pressed against him.
We hadn't been together all weekend.
"Baby," he grunted. "I have to go. Condom, now."
The haze disappeared enough for me to remember the importance of that little piece of rubber and I let go. Bryce was off the bed in a flash and he grabbed a condom from my dresser drawer. He met my lips when he returned and it didn't take long before the condom was applied and Bryce rolled me underneath once more.
He slid in and both of us groaned in pleasure.
As the tempo sped up, Bryce continued to kiss just underneath my ear. It was one of my spots that he'd discovered early on. I tilted my head back, ran a hand down his back, and moved to meet his lips with mine.
He groaned into my mouth and increased his thrusts.
After awhile, both of us held on as we climaxed together and our bodies shuddered. We stayed put, wrapped around each other with Bryce still inside of me until our bodies had stopped convulsing.
I sunk down onto my pillow and nearly purred when Bryce ran a hand down the side of my body, from my shoulder to my knee. It was soothing and I rolled to allow him to move to the other side of my body.
Chuckling, Bryce pulled out and pressed a kiss to my hipbone as his fingers finished their exploration of my body.
He moved to the side and pulled my bedcovers over both of us before he turned and wrapped an arm around me, spooning from behind.
My entire body was content. Yawning, I glanced at the clock. 12:45.
"We should go back for the rest of the afternoon.” But I was so tired. I felt my eyelids starting to close.
Bryce chuckled into my ear. One of his hands started to run over my back in a circle. "What for? We'll get reamed out by the principal."