Falling Away (25 page)

             
“Look at you all blushing. I’m getting dinner and a show tonight. What’s the matter? This game not working out quite like you planned?” He grabbed my hands and held them prisoner above my head, forcing me to observe that twisted smile of delight. “Sorry, but I’m not going to eat my dinner unless you’re willing to watch me lick my plate clean.”

             
“Oh, just eat me,” I playfully threatened.

             
“With pleasure.”

             
Lordy
, it was unfair what that boy could do with his mouth. He was swift to eat the rolls, but took his sweet time sucking and licking the peanut sauce off my skin, spending most of the time swirling it around with the tip of his tongue. Long before he finished, embarrassing moans were coming out of me, and my belly area was spasming so hard my hips were thrusting, his
stiff cock
ramming against me with each beat.
Mercifully, he released me after about ten minutes, just eight long minutes after I was ready to shred his clothes off with my teeth.

             
Maybe that’s why he continued to hold me down.

             
He hovered above me, my body unable to stop wiggling, even though his hips secured me in place. He grinned and
beared
my thrusts, pinching his lips. “So…I’m willing to offer you a trade at this time.”

             
All I wanted to do was moan and scream and beg him to take me, so it was hard to steady my voice and force the words, “Oh, yeah? Trading isn’t mentioned in the rules, but I’m open for a possible rewrite.”

             
His eyes darted back and forth between my face and breasts. “I’ll spare you the minute down below, which we both know you can’t take any more of right now…” With a little more intensity, he finished, “If you’ll reach down and pull that fucking sock off my dick.”

             
I pretended to think on it. I knew he was as bad off as I was, feeling the way he throbbed against me. “Tell you what. I’ll make a deal with
you
. If you forfeit the game and declare me the winner so that
I
get to claim the dessert later, I’ll bend over this bed and let you
take
me right now.”

             
Duh… Of course he took the deal.

Now that should be declared the leading definition for
bleh-heh-heh
. It was another weekend he left me aching (which I kept to myself this time), but it got him past the delusion that I was too delicate to play hard with. The rest of February went by in a blur and March crept up out of nowhere. Except for that time Evan took me sledding at a more friendly slope so I could practice my steering, we pretty much stayed indoors, ‘cause it was just too
freakin
’ cold out. No wonder there was always a baby boom every fall. Couples getting snowed in for several months tended to stay in the bedroom a lot, and a college guy like Evan in his sexual prime was no exception. And as much as he tried to sway my decision, I wouldn’t play our little game again, forcing him to wait until another special occasion. But it was cute the way he continued to beg.

             
After our special little romp, I pretty much spent every night at his place, just returning home in the morning to shower and change and do the whole day over again. It was nice to call his place home and fall asleep in his arms, but it forced me to endure an endless collection of movies from the eighties. Seriously, I would’ve thought I’d seen them all by now, but he always managed to find another one. Their crazy colored outfits and too-much-hair-product hairstyles made me really grateful I wasn’t a teenager in that decade.

             
As we were lying there watching
The Lost Boys
, he casually mentioned, “I don’t think I can hold my mom off much longer.”

             
I chuckled, completely amused that he was still embarrassed for us to spend time together. Seriously, the woman wasn’t that bad compared to my last boyfriend’s mother, who I thought could’ve given Faye Dunaway a run for her money for the leading role in
Mommie
Dearest
. “I don’t know what you’re worried about. Afraid she’s gonna tell me something about your past that’s gonna make me up and run? ‘Cause I should tell you that you please me sexually, so it’ll take one hell of a whammy to knock me off this pedestal you’ve put me on.”

             
Smiling, he kissed my forehead. “Well, she does have plenty of ammo in the ways of awkward childhood photos I could go the rest of my life without you seeing.”

             
“Just set it up and get it over with. Otherwise she might decide to pop up here one night.” I turned my head from the comfortable crook between his arm and chest to face him. “Does she know I stay here every night?”

             
He shook his head. “They know you work six days a week and get off late, and they know I go to meet you afterwards. But since their bedroom is on the other side of the house and it’s late by the time we come home after dinner, it’s unlikely they’ve ever noticed you coming up here with me.

             
“Unless they’re able to hear your screams when we go at it,” he added with a smirk. “But the way you scream, moan and whimper all at the same time, it’s well worth the risk.”

             
It wasn’t easy, but I totally ignored his attempt to rile me up in hopes of getting physical. “Just out of curiosity, am I even allowed up here?”

             
“I’m turning twenty-one next week, Jenna. They hardly think I’m a virgin, but I don’t exactly go around advertising that you’re sleeping here all the same.”

             
“Alright. Well, I’d like to celebrate your birthday next Sunday alone, so how about sometime in the next few weeks?”

             
His hand crept up my side like a spider, making its way to my breast without meeting resistance, though I eyed it all the way. “You know what we’re going to do that night, right?” he asked, right before squeezing me. I yelped and tried to fight him off, but it was a half-assed attempt on my part. “We need to come up with a name for that game too.”

             
“What, like Five Card Strip?”

             
“Lame. How about Texas Lick ‘
Em
?”

             
“Gross. We’ll work on it.”

It was five o’clock when I roll
ed the cart to the edge of the Young A
dult section, which happened to face the help desk and most central part of the store, getting ready to go through and
reshelve
the books – the young adults were the worst at putting them back by author name. I had made it all the way through the B’s before I felt the hairs sticking out on the back of my neck. I was getting that pesky feeling that I was being watched. I turned and scanned all the people I could see, but no one appeared to be paying any attention to me. Except this one creepy middle-aged guy that slipped out the front door and disappeared down the avenue once I caught him.

             
But the feeling was still there. At first my hand played with my chin, but eventually made its way to my neck. I caught myself after a few seconds ‘cause it was fingering nothing but air.
Damn it! I really needed to buy a new necklace.

             
I gave up on watching the crowd after a minute, even though I still couldn’t shake the feeling. By the time I finished the E’s, two hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me back into their owner. Familiar lips skimmed my neck and whispered, “Princess.”

             
All smiles, I rotated myself within Evan’s grasp, answering, “Hey,” then pecked him quickly on the lips. Knowing Mr. Rockwell had already left for the night, I wasn’t too worried about the public display of affection and allowed myself to be wrapped within a snug cocoon.

             
“You still planning on coming over tonight?” he asked.

             
“Absolutely. Why?”

             
“Because my dad needs two people followed tonight. He gave me the one he thinks will be an easier catch, but I still may not get off in time to pick you up.”

             
“Okay. Want me to just go home?”

             
“God, no.” He pulled the keys out of his pocket and placed them in my hand. “I’m going to use my mom’s car tonight, so I’m leaving you mine. It’s parked off to the right. Just head to my place and let yourself in. I’ll get there as fast as I can.”

             
Trying to laugh off my concern, I said, “You want me to drive your truck in the snow?
Without
insurance?” I added with tone, since he’d given me such a hard time about it that day I wanted to shop solo.

             
“You’ll be fine. Just drive slow. I’ve got to go.” He turned back before he even got two steps. Leaning close
, he whispered, “Get your rest
, because you’re going to need it when we celebrate my birthday tomorrow.”

             
A smile as wide as the Cheshire cat’s spread across my face. I smacked his hand as he squeezed the skin beneath my ticklish rib, then he hurried out the door. I waved at him through the glass as he hopped inside the passenger side of a waiting car, which I assumed was his father’s. Funny thing was, once he was gone, that feeling of being watched still lingered. And maybe if I had actually taken the time to really think about it, I would’ve realized it was Robert watching me that night.

For Evan’s (belated) birthday celebration, we went to
BoJoe’s
to let him buy his first
legal
drink. Of course, Joseph gave it to him on the house, but at least it still qualified as being legal. My fake ID proved to be useful yet again, thank you very much, Sophie
Zawinski
. Sunday night was kinda slow at the bar, so we were able to play pool in the private room by ourselves. I sucked it up and let him tease me a bit over a game…since it was his birthday and all. And since it was his night, I let him cheat at what I allowed him to call Texas Lick ‘
Em
for just one night, and skipped straight to the desserts for our kinky little game. I knew eventually we’d complete the game before giving into temptation, but alas, we were currently oh-for-two.