Jeremy swallows, and his face goes white. He looks like he desperately wants to stop looking at my dick, but he can’t.
“And just so we’re clear,” she smiles sweetly. “It is ‘humping’ me, and, baby? Believe me, I have never once been ‘humped’ like he does it.”
Jeremy finally pulls his eyes away and glares at her. But the fight is gone in him, and he looks deflated.
“This shit isn’t over,” he mumbles.
I shrug and smile. “Yeah, Jeremy, it really is.”
He swallows, glares at me once more, and then turns and slinks back down the driveway. When he’s gone, we both just start to laugh before Layla gasps and brings a hand to her mouth.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!”
I chuckle and reach for my towel. “Don’t be.”
“I totally just exposed you like that! That was so not cool!”
I grin. “Seemed to shut Jeremy up.”
“Yeah, probably because your big toe is bigger than Jeremy’s dick.”
I grin wider, wrap the towel around my waist again, and then pull her close. She hesitates for one second, glancing around.
“Wait, the neighbors…”
I shrug. “Do you honestly give a shit about the neighbors seeing us?”
She frowns and shakes her head. “You know, no, I don’t.”
I laugh. “I mean they just saw my cock, so, can’t imagine us holding hands and kissing is going to violate any decency laws.”
She beams up at me, grabs my waist, and then leans up to kiss me softly on the lips.
“Sorry,” she murmurs. “That whole thing didn’t really go as planned.” She frowns. “Well, there was no plan, but that could have gone a little better.”
“Yeah, well, it’s over,” I shrug and then grin. “Plus, I’ve wanted to punch that fuckhead in the mouth ever since I met him.”
“I wish you had sooner,” she giggles.
I smile and lean down to kiss her again. “You know what I think?”
“What?”
“I think you need to get that ass back inside, back upstairs, and on all fours on your bed, right now.”
Something sparks in Layla’s eyes, and she rakes her teeth over her lip.
“Oh is that what you think?”
“Layla,” I growl. “Get your ass inside, undressed, and on that bed, right fucking now.”
“Oh I like growly Mason,” she whispers heatedly, grinning at me. “I like growly Mason a lot. But you’re not too worn out?”
“With you?”
She shrieks as I scoop her into my arms and start marching for the house. “Fuck no.”