I moaned softly and kissed him harder, reaching for his pants so I could release his cock and at least taste him again.
But just as I fingered the hot, smooth head down his pants, I heard a sharp rap at the window.
Kingston and I broke apart and looked around, confused.
And finally I found the source of the sound.
Rick, Kingston’s dad, was standing outside the truck with a look of rage on his face.
“I didn’t raise you just to lose you to the Organization, boy,” he said and knocked his knuckles on the driver’s window again. “Let this little cunt go, and get your ass to your room right this minute or I’m calling them to pick her up right now.”
My heart clenched and my stomach flip flopped as a sense of powerlessness swept through me, leaving me breathless and unable to fight back.