I closed my door and sank onto my bed, grabbing my laptop. Logging onto Facebook, I find fifteen friend requests. I wasn’t sure I knew fifteen people with who I wasn’t already friends. I clicked into the search bar, entering the nameDeQuincy.
What is her fucking first name?
This might be tricky. Facebook needed a first name. Otherwise, the white-haired man in blue overalls that flashed up, beaming at me with a toothless smile, was my first option. I wasn’t a fucking detective, but I tapped away at the screen, adding filters such as the town, job, etc.
Nothing.
Maybe she wasn’t on social media. Who wasn’t on Facebook, though? Sighing with annoyance, I closed the laptop lid, and I picked up my phone, seeing a message from Sasha. I knew I should ignore it, but it was so fucking easy with her.
I was horny as fuck now, thinking about DeQuincy and those fucking curves. My cock grew hard as I sighed, firing off the text. I’d have to go to Sasha’s, though; otherwise, she’d want to spend the whole fucking day with me.
It didn’t take me long to drive there, not with a hard cock.
Sasha’s parents had split when she was younger, so she lived with her Mom, who had remarried a rich husband. Their house was fuckinghuge, but it suited me as it usually meant I didn’t have to speak to anyone on the way in or out.
I parked, wondering whether this was a wise idea. But it made the most sense.
Twenty minutes later, I was on my back, my hands gripping her hips as she bounced on top of me. She was moaning my name as though we were on film, and I wished she’d drop the theatrics. I decided I needed to shoot my load, so I flipped her over, slipping myself back into her as I slammed against her.Now the moans are real, I thought, as I laced my free hand into her hair. I thrust into her hard, imagining I was fucking someone else.
I couldn’t help it. I was craving DeQuincy.
“Oh my God—Caleb, don’t stop, I’m going to come!” she panted as I exploded into the condom—you better believe it—I nearly used two to be on the safe side. I dressed quickly, running a hand through my hair as she gazed at me from the bed.
“Iknewyou didn’t mean it. The sex is too good,” Sasha sang as I turned to her.
“You’re right; it is. But that is all it is, don’t get confused.”
Her face darkened as she tried to disguise it, knowing full-well this had always been the arrangement.
“I wouldn’tdreamof falling foryou.” Her voice wobbled slightly, and I sighed, walking around the bed to sit beside her. She was attractive, all long dark hair and huge green eyes.
“If I wanted a relationship, things would probably be different between us,” I lied softly, kissing her swollen lips. “But I don’t, so they aren’t.”
Half-truths.
CHAPTER 15
SUMMER
The door closed softly, and my eyelids fluttered open, my head still heavy with sleep. Somehow Gabe still had his arms wrapped around me, his breathing steady. I craned my neck up, my heart racing with anticipation at seeing his face. He stirred as I moved, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand, the other wrapped around my back. He opened his eyes slowly, a smile pulling at his mouth.
“Hey, you.”
His voice was deep and sexy, and a strange feeling envelops me, almost like a tingling, but warm and fuzzy. I smiled at him shyly, unsure of what to say.
He stroked my face with his fingers, his grip tightening on me.
Neither of us spoke, but we didn’t need to.
We gazed at each other, almost as if we were afraid to look away, in case we disappeared or something crazy like that. I didn’t want the warm fuzzy feeling to stop, so I placed my head on his chest. His heart pounded like a drum, beating fast against my ear.
“Summer, look at me,” he commanded softly, his finger tilting my chin up to him.
My heart was beating like crazy, too, my mouth dry as I realized our faces were mere inches apart. Gabe stroked my face, his eyes falling to my lips before they flickered back up, as though he was seeking consent.
I could barely breathe as I moved my head forward ever so slightly, feeling like I was a complete novice despite having kissed many boys before. I panicked about morning breath, but then he brushed his lips against mine, softly at first, and I felt disappointed.
Did he not want to kiss me properly?
