I keep my palm on his body and say, “Don’t you trust me?”
“I don’t trust the guys you’re hanging with, Layla,” he says and looks over my head.
“Liam and Caleb?” I shrug and wave a dismissive hand. “Those guys are innocent.”
Jack dips his head again, and scoffs. “Are you forgetting I was once a seventeen year old boy? I don’t want you to find yourself in a situation that you can’t get out of.”
“That’s not going to happen as long as I have you watching over me.” I smile sweetly and say, “Now is it, Jack?”
“What about when I’m not watching?” he asks.
I swipe my tongue over my bottom lip again and remove my hand from his chest. I instantly miss his warmth, but console myself with the fact that someday we’ll be together and can touch each other at whim.
“But you’re always watching, Jack.” I hand him mom’s drink to deliver, and spin around. I give an extra shake to my backside as I saunter into the house. I shut the patio door behind me, but I feel his eyes on me, burning through my clothes and caressing my naked body.
“Did you get it?” Caleb asks and practically rips my backpack from my shoulder.
“I grabbed a few coolers.”
Liam unravels himself from Luanne and rushes toward us to help Caleb tear through the backpack. “Come on, man. What about the harder stuff?” he asks.
“I couldn’t.” I shrug innocently. “One of my Dad’s friends caught me. I’m lucky I got away with the few bottles I was able to snag. For a minute there I thought he was going to put me over his knee and spank me.” I slide my gaze to Luanne, and she grins, knowing exactly who I’m talking about, and just how much I’d love to be put over his knee and disciplined.
“Fucking girly drinks,” Caleb says as he pulls the vodka coolers out and tosses one to Liam.
“I’ll try to get more later,” I say. “Soon enough they’ll all be drunk and won’t even know we’re in the house.”
“That’s what I’m counting on,” Liam says as he makes a crude ‘fucking’ gesture, thrusting his hips back and forth as he gazes at Luanne. Charming.
“I always know you’re in the room,” Caleb says, his voice lower, full of heat as he grabs me. He pulls me to him and his cock presses against my stomach. Heat sizzles through me, but it’s not from Caleb. Nope, not from Caleb at all. I angle my head, catch Jack watching us. I should push Caleb away. I want Jack to know I’m his and his alone, but it’s so hard waiting. Instead of shoving the slimeball asshole off me, I put my hands on his chest and laugh. I can feel Jack’s rage through the glass patio doors. I shouldn’t poke him so hard, but when it comes time for him to take me, I don’t want him holding back an inch. I want him to let his guard down, to use and abuse my body the way he needs. The way we both need.
“Caleb, you’re such a pig,” I say, then break from the circle of his arms. “Find us something to watch. I need to shower. Some of us do work during the day, you know.”
“Need any help up there?” Caleb asks, ignoring my jibe about him lounging all summer while the rest of us work to pay for college. He comes from money, I don’t. Even if I did, I doubt my parents would help me. They didn’t want me in the first place. Guilt for being alive and interfering with their hopes and dreams tangles in my gut. Both my mom and dad planned to become lawyers, but instead my mom now works retail and my dad became a cop. They make a descent living, but constantly remind me they could have done better, had they not made a ‘mistake’ with me.
Not wanting to think about the disappointment my life has brought them, I say, “I think I know how to get all those hard to reach places myself. I’ve been touching them myself for quite some time.”
“If you tease me like that, you’re going to get what you deserve.” There is a warning edge to his voice, and it actually makes me a bit nervous as I bolt up the stairs. I really don’t know Caleb that well. I only started hanging out with him a few weeks ago when Luanne hooked up with his best friend, Liam.
I strip off the god-awful brown uniform I have to wear in the food court, drop my phone onto the counter and turn the water on hot. I open the sliding glass door and stand under the spray. As it pours over my naked body, I exhale a soft breath and grab my favorite vanilla-scented soap to lather up. My hands skim my body and the whole time I picture Jack in the shower with me, his mouth all over me, between my needy legs, licking and sucking and taking what’s his. I continue to pleasure myself, my mind on an erotic journey as bubbles form in my hands. A soft moan escapes my throat, my clit so swollen I’m only seconds away from an orgasm.
“Is that moan for me?” I hear from the other side of the glass shower door, and gasp when I turn to see Caleb standing in the bathroom.
“Get out of here,” I say, and cover my body with my hands.
“You know you don’t want that. Let me come in there with you, show you how good I can make you feel.”
“I’ll scream.”
He laughs. “Everyone is shit-faced drunk.” He pops the button on his pants, and panic explodes inside me. “Go ahead and scream. No one’s going to hear you.”
“I’ll hear her.”
At the sound of Jack’s voice, my heart jumps into my throat. Through the steam, I see Jack’s big outline as
