Abandoned by A. M. Wilson

Author:A. M. Wilson [Wilson, A. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-11-20T16:00:00+00:00

17

JUNIPER

We don’t return to Lee’s house until evening. His mom barred the exit without us each polishing off at least one plate of the food she laid out buffet style on her kitchen island. And she hinted that she knew Lee’s more than capable of clearing two, but let him off the hook in order to bring me home.

I didn’t miss the twinkle in her eyes when she granted her permission or the way she hugged me extra-long to say goodbye.

Translation: His mom isn’t a dummy and knows we want to have sex.

I’m just glad I won’t be the one to break the news that her oldest isn’t finally settling down with a nice girl. He’s not settling down at all. If only she knew the dirty things we’ve been up to, she might not invite me over again.

And while I can pretend to ignore the tender looks he gives me sometimes or the way he let me hold him this afternoon, it’s harder to overlook there’s something brewing between us that might be deeper than physical touches.

The moment we walk through the door from his garage, I’m up and over Lee’s shoulder. The man has a thing with carrying me and I can’t deny it elicits a little thrill. I’m not small by anyone’s standards, but I feel petite and weightless with the way he tosses me around.

I yelp and grip the sides of his tee shirt. Anticipation courses beneath my skin like a current zipping along.

He flips me over and I land on my back on his bed. The smell of his soap, that Big D Energy, and cologne surrounds me. He reaches back and fists the collar of his tee.

“I have a confession to make.”

He suddenly yanks the shirt off, revealing his bare chest to me for the first time, and I almost forget to ask what he means.

Goodness gracious, sweet singing angels. My mouth dries at the smooth, tanned, chiseled skin. The dips and curves provide a roadmap to trace with my fingers and tongue.

“W-what?”

“I’ve accidentally fallen in like with you.”

He picks up my foot and plants it in his chest, unhurriedly unties my tennis shoe, and peels it off with a slowness that dampens the place between my thighs.

Holy. Who knew removing a shoe could be foreplay?

“You weren’t supposed to do that,” I say quietly.

He switches to the other foot. “It was those damn chocolate chip cookies. You must have laced them with something.”

Laughter sputters from me but dies an early death as his fingers find the silver button on my shorts. My breath hitches. “Lee.”

“Is this okay?”

I nod and he peels the zipper down. His fingers curl into the fabric and slides them off my hips and legs, and they join his shirt on the floor.

For a moment, he simply caresses my bared skin. His warm palms skate up and down the outside of my calves to my thighs before he tucks my legs around his hips and closes his eyes.

“I’ve wanted to feel you like this, bare and wrapped around me.

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