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Mia’s shoulders shook, laughing, her arse rubbing against me, and my cock tightened inside my jeans. I had to control myself, being under her dad’s roof and all, but my tipsy hands had a mind of their own as they dragged up her thigh, under her shorts, and grabbed a palm full of her arse. Mia turned in my arms to face me, and her laughter faded, eyes growing heavy under her long thick lashes. “Ollie,” she warned.
“What?” I gri
“I’m just glad you’re real,” she whispered.
There is that feeling you get when someone is watching you. With my eyes closed, my soul twisted and turned inside me, tapping my unconscious brain and doing jumping jacks inside my skin, anything to wake me and confront the eyes peering down at me.
I pried my lids apart to see Diane standing over Mia and me with a coffee cup in hand, cringing as if she were in pain at the sight of us. It took seconds for me to put the pieces together before I jumped from the couch. Her gaze trailed over my tattooed chest to my jeans, and I looked down to see my knob bursting to get out.
My eyes widened.
Her eyes widened.
I grabbed a throw pillow from the couch to cover myself.
I’d never been embarrassed before, until that very moment.
My throat went dry, words utterly lost on me. This lady looked like she wanted to kill me. And suddenly I understood Bruce’s fear. “I’m so sorry. I was up late with Bruce. He offered the couch. I didn’t want to drive home under the influence,” that sonofabitch left me to fend for myself, “I’ll leave.” Mia rolled over into the couch, her tiny body wholly hidden under the blanket. The only evidence of her was her brown locks sticking up from under the blanket. I looked back at Diane, who hadn’t moved. “We didn’t,” I shook my head, “It’s not what it looks like.”
“Right, because that would have been disrespectful, you know … Fornicating on my white couch.” She brought the white mug to her lips and turned to walk into the kitchen.