Chapter 139
Easton
How is it possible to still feel myself inside her?

I think I walk funny the rest of the morning, my poor dick just wallowing in sadness over the fact that Harper's mom has eyes in the back of her head, but thank God not in the pantry.

Damn.

I think I bruised my knee and nearly broke a tooth face planting against that door in absolute terror that she was going to call me out for licking pink sprinkles off her daughters breasts.

Don't even get me started on fucking in the bedroom.

"Yo..."

Ryan slaps me on the back, scaring the shit out of me.

I almost drop the bowl of popcorn onto the ground.

“Wanna get drunk?"

“I knew you were my best friend for a reason,’ I mutter as his mom moves around the kitchen in a panic.

Apparently the syrup wasn't the only thing she was missing from that damn list and in order for her to make sugar cookies for some nursing home—she needs basically every ingredient.

Because, again, Ryan.

He said whoops.

Got slapped on the back of the head.

And then decided we should all leave his mom in peace before she choked him with one of the dish towels since she'd already literally been at the store to get syrup.

The girls wanted popcorn so here we are, watching her pace, and me wondering if she really will kill her first born by two minutes.

"I think that's it,"

she says to herself, doing a small circle.

“Powdered sugar, frosting, oh food coloring, sprinkles..."

“Bro,’ I whisper.

"You literally forgot everything."

He grabs a few sodas from the fridge and sighs.

"My dick was distracted, alright?"

“What does that have to do with anything?"

I give him a light shove.

His mom grabs her keys, keeps talking to herself then turns to both of us.

We jump back like she's holding a shank instead of her keys.

“Both of you..."

She jabs them into the air like she's trying out for the role of King Arthur and his excalibur.

"Dad's in his office getting work done, no funny business."

I almost laugh because she said funny business and it's such a boomer thing to say, but I hold it in—barely.

“Of course."

I nod my head seriously.

“We would never...after...you know."

Her eyes narrow.

"And Ryan?

Do.

You.

Understand.

The.

Words.

I.

Am.

Saying."

“Loud and clear!"

with a

and jack off in the

mom, for this very

down on my bottom lip to keep from laughing as her face flushes

breath and

shake my

"Really?"

"What?"

He shrugs.

her leave faster and I really do have a boner, Sadie's not wearing underwear and she keeps texting it to me throughout the day just to torture

everytime you take a piss I'm

snorts out a

you wouldn't after being told no sex

I kept that

Less than twelve hours?

was wrong with

Or maybe Harper.

hot, what was I supposed to

Say no?

Who does that?

Not me.

Clearly.

"Guysssssss!"

calls from the

“We've been summoned."

popcorn

"You said drunk.

Where's the alcohol?"

"Private stash downstairs."

He shrugs.

the day and it's pretty damn hard to smell

He winks.

I mentioned he's

Because really.

have sex without her dad finding us, which really I'd take the risk since it would be the

now to be able to get away with

wrong, so I just

Even Jesus.

Amen.

nearly fall down the stairs behind Ryan thinking all the sexual thoughts that I'm not

the Apple TV remote and is scrolling through Netflix

some reason the sight of her in a

She's not just gorgeous.

She's fucking adorable.

set the popcorn down on the coffee table, then make my way over to

her eyes

all the

I ask.

standing four feet from

heart I

“Okay, Rocky."

to Harper whos watching with a

“Want a massage?"

I lean in.

puts her hands on

would be amazing, I don't

"That's what happens when you try to tame a wild stallion,

I grin.

"Things get hard.

Lots of things."

pinches me

“Are you complaining?"

“Never,"

I steal a kiss.

you a friendly

That's all..."

"Yeah,"

Her eyes narrow.

that you're terrified of my parents and literally called my mom, mam twice all within a five

"I panicked."

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