Chapter 66

Easton

“I really hope your parents aren’t going to go tubbing tonight,” Harper says, her legs wrapped around me, her hand playing with the back of my wet hair.

“Why do you say that?”

“What we just did in here.” Her eyes go wide. “That would be all kinds of wrong .. no?

I laugh.

When she breaks it down that way, she has a point.

But I have good news to share and say, “I’m the only one who uses it. My brothers used to before they graduated and still lived at home, but now that they have their own places, it’s just me. My parents don’t even go in the pool.” .

“I’m relieved to hear that.”

I touch her pussy, just the outside edge, needing to feel its heat again, my mind focused on only one thing. “Relieved … and sore, I imagine.”

Three times in a two-hour span. That isn’t a record for me, but it’s probably close.

I can’t get enough of her. I knew that long before, when she was only giving me small tastes, but now that I’ve felt her wetness, her tightness, the way her pussy molds around my cock because it’s only ever had me inside of it …

Fuck.

There isn’t anything better.

“I am, a little bit,” she admits.

I put my arm around her and pull her toward the stairs. “Let’s get out of here. We’ll take a shower and go grab some pizza. Sound good?”

“I love that idea.”

We’re walking down the steps when I hear my phone ring. I know it’s somewhere in my pants and I hurry over to where I left them, searching the pockets until it’s in my hand.

is on

to chew me out for getting Harper dismissed from school? The only way he would know is if he saw us walk by his classroom window. A possibility, but something! doubt he would care about. Maybe he’s

I know better

her the screen where his

“Yikes.”

phone to my ear.

“Where are you?”

stare at Harper.

at Shore

up at on the weekends. We don’t ever go there after school, which is why I can’t figure

now?” | ask.

hurry up, I’ll explain

Are you .. alone?”

Who do you think I’d be here

question. I just need to know if he’s with

case, I say, “I’ll be right

that’s holding Harper’s clothes and toss over her pants and shirt. As she

the zipper doesn’t rise fast

don’t understand

shirt. “Your brother needs

 

coming along,

“No.”

halfway

“No,” I repeat.

to

shoes. “I’m dropping you off at home. If there’s time later, I’ll

do realize how fucked up that is, don’t you?”

She’s pissed.

I get it.

I don’t hear often. Something that

move in behind her, grabbing her shirt

that she’s dressed, I pick up the empty glasses and carry them inside. I place them into the sink at the bar, and make sure Harper is

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