Clapping and whistling pulled me back to reality. I climbed off Brynne and got to my feet.
“Lo siento,Bonita.” I put my hands up. “I’m sorry.”
“Joseph, what’s wrong?”
“I need to go.” I took off like my shorts were on fire. Or more like soiled in cum.
“Joseph, wait!” Brynne ran up behind me. She took my hand and jerked me to a stop. “Wait.”
“I have to go.”
“We didn’t do anything wrong. If I crossed the line, I am so sorry. I just thought…” Regret replaced her once-aroused expression.
I didn’t want to hurt her, but what other choice did I have? She didn’t know the truth and couldn’t until her mom told her. I couldn’t risk ruining the plan, but hurting her didn’t sit well with me either.
“You didn’t do anything wrong.” I rubbed my thumb across the top of her hand. “I just remembered I have something to do.”
“What?” She laced her fingers with mine. “What do you have to do?”
“Something.”
“Did I come on too strong? I mean, you took over back there.” She dropped her gaze to my shorts. “I mean, you came in your pants. I almost got there myself.”
Jesus Christ. I shook my head, totally pissed at myself.
“I know you have nowhere to be. Did I come on too strong?”
I nodded so she’d stop questioning me. I’d spent a fair enough time with Brynne to know she wouldn’t give up when something meant a lot to her. As much as I loved her persistence, it made this shit more difficult.
“I thought so.” She looked down at her feet. “I hated seeing Gina on your lap. She turned you on, and I hated it. After the last few weeks, I thought you and I were starting something. Then we argued yesterday.”
“I’m sorry about that.”
“Me too. I like how you treat me respectfully, like you care about me.”
“I do care.” Son of a bitch, this wasn’t supposed to happen. Storm and my dad would beat my ass for messing with Brynne’s feelings. She wanted to be with me like I wanted to be with her, but if she knew the truth, she’d hate me. I just couldn’t help myself. She made me feel shit I had never experienced before. I felt safe with her. Especially now that I knew she had a kinky side.
“But you don’t like me more than a friend.” She lifted her hopeful gaze.
“No.” I was going straight to Hell for lying. Obviously, I liked her more than a friend after what happened minutes ago. I felt my fucking cum dripping down my thigh and wanted to go at her again. The next time I’d make sure she orgasmed a few times.
“God, I’m sorry, Joseph.” She winced and released my hand. “You must think I’m a slut. I just thought—”
“It’s okay.” I watched her eyes dart around the area as if trying to stop herself from crying.
“I don’t know what to say. Now things will be weird between us.” She swiped her finger under her eye. I hated myself for hurting.
“Bonita, it’s okay. Friends. We can still be friends.” I tried to ease her mind, so she didn’t cut me out of her life. What a fucking mess I created.
She bobbed her head, forcing a smile. “Friends, yes, that would be good.” She sniffled but managed to hold back her tears. “You probably don’t want to, but I’d like you to stay.”
“Okay, I’ll stay for a little bit.” I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t leave her upset.
“Wanna get a hot dog? Another beer? Maybe go for a swim?”
“No swimming.” I’d left my can back where we’d been sitting, so another beer would be much appreciated. A bottle of tequila would be even better to drown my sorrows in.
“Okay. A beer and hot dog it is.” She smiled as she left. I drank her in even though I shouldn’t rake my gaze up her sexy tanned legs. Or drool over her perfectly round ass, the one I’d had the pleasure of gripping not long ago.