Pucked Up

“Sidney raised you on his own?”

“Yeah, for the most part. I spent a lot of time at Randy’s when I was growing up. His mom cooked and stuff, but it was different.” Not that his situation was much easier. His dad played professional hockey and was gone a lot. His parents divorced when he was eleven.

Su

“Anyways, it’s nice to have someone want to do things for me.”

I don’t want to talk about depressing shit. It reminds me that this thing me and Su

I reach for one of the ci

“Those are still too hot!” Su

I hold onto her wrist and try to pull it toward my mouth, but she drops it.

“That was a waste!” I debate eating it even though it’s been on the floor.

“It was burning my fingers!”

“Let me see.” The tips are pink and covered in ci

“Better.”

I push the bowl of icing out of the way and lift her onto the counter. “I know what we can do while we wait for those to cool.” I part her legs with my palms and step between them, pulling her close to the edge. My erection sticks straight out under the apron. Su

“You have the best ideas.”

“I know, right?” I pull her tank over her head and palm her breasts.

She wraps her warm fingers around my cock and starts stroking. We make out, feeling each other up until Su

I drop my head into the crook of her neck as I slide through that heavenly, hot wetness. I’ve only had sex without a condom once. It was back in high school with the girl I thought I was in love with. The paranoia after the fact was almost worth how good it felt. Almost. The two weeks I spent terrified I’d gotten her pregnant ruined all the fun.

I groan as she swivels her hips. “We need to go upstairs.”

“I like it here just fine,” she says.

“The condoms are in your bedroom.”

“I’ve been on the pill since I was sixteen.” She’s giving me permission to go bareback. It’s hard to say no to that.

“It’s not a hundred-percent effective.” It sounds more like a question than it does a statement.

“You can pull out at the end if you’re worried.”

I bite her shoulder and then along her neck. Su

“Oh no! You’re not pulling that trick on me!”

I lift my head, confused. “What?”

“Nuh-uh. We’re not doing anal.”

I almost do a spit-take. “Say what now? I wasn’t trying to—”

Her voice is high pitched. “My ex-boyfriend tried to get me to have anal all the time because he said it was less risky, and we wouldn’t have to use protection.”

It sounds like Su

“That’s what he used to do!”

“How small was his dick?”

She holds up two fingers.

“Is this the same guy who couldn’t get you off?”

I’m not surprised when she nods. I mean, seriously, that’s a way-below-average dick. I grab the hand she’s holding up and wrap her fingers around my cock. Talking about anal gets me stupid hard. I can’t help it. I’m a guy. I want to go where I’m not supposed to.

“Baby, do you think I could slip this into your ass without you noticing?”

“Well, no, but—”

“But what, Su

“I’m just saying, you wouldn’t be the first to try it.”

“But would I be the first one to actually succeed is the most important question.”

I’m totally joking, and then she says, “I’m not answering that.”

I don’t get to ask any more questions. All of a sudden Andy and Titan start barking their heads off. It’s only eight. Su

“Sunshine? Sweetie? We’re home.”

Oh shit. The ’rents are back early.

CHAPTER TEN

SURPRISES SUCK. SO DOES KALE.

I’m naked. Su

I grab Su

I bust it down the hall toward Robbie’s office, skidding to a stop before I hit the living room. I can hear her parents, but I can’t tell where they are. The stairs are too risky, being close to the front door.

A pair of my swim shorts is hanging on the line outside by the pool. If I can get to them¸ Su

I’m about to hit the sliding door when Daisy’s voice filters down the hall. “It smells wonderful in here! Oh! Those look delicious.”

She’s in the kitchen. This is perfect. It means I can make it without being seen.

“Whose car is in the driveway?” Robbie asks.

“Miller stopped by to visit.” Su

“Miller’s here? That’s great! I was afraid you weren’t seeing him anymore!” Daisy replies, her enthusiasm appreciated on my part.

“Mom!”

“Well, it’s been a few weeks. I know how Alex feels about all that stuff on the Twatter. I was worried maybe you’d changed your mind.”

Jesus. Daisy knows what Twitter is? That’s not good. I have no idea what the content of “the stuff” could be, but it can’t be very flattering if Waters has mentioned it. I need to be more careful about things like that. And not just because it makes Su

“It’s Twitter, Mom.”

“Right. The Twitter. Anyway, I’m pleasantly surprised. Well, where is he? I’d love to say hello.”

“Yeah. Where is Miller? When did he get here exactly?” Robbie’s usually calm voice has an edge to it.

“Um . . . Well . . . He, uh . . . He was visiting a couple of friends in Toronto, and he’s got this camp thing he’s volunteering at in Muskoka—did you know it’s close to Alex’s cottage?” She’s stalling, trying to come up with a lie. Su