Page 43 of Unsaid Things

“They’re fine. I promise I won’t step on them.”

A gasp escaped her lips as he nipped at her neck, grinding his hardness against her ass. “We’ll be late if you don’t stop.”

“Mmm.” His lips never left her, and now his hand was working its way down the front of her pants.

“Lance.” His name came out more sigh than protest.

He stroked her, his hand sliding down further, two fingers slipping inside, finding her already slick and ready for him. When he lifted his head to look down at her, his dark eyes had grown even darker with lust, and she knew there was no turning back. “We’ll be quick. I promise.”

With that, he stripped her pants and panties down her legs, encouraging her to step out of them. While he was crouched down, he scooped up her earrings and deposited them safely on the bathroom counter. Then lifted her onto the counter, bottles and toiletries clattering as her ass pushed them out of the way. He undid his jeans and freed himself before wrapping her legs around his waist. With his hands on her ass, he pulled her against him as he thrust forward, filling her deeply at this angle.

Quickies on the bathroom counter were not their usual, but Lance couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her today. Abby found it so hot that, combined with the angle of his thrusts, she quickly spiraled closer and closer to the edge. She clutched at his shoulders as he pounded into her, her head thrown back, eyes closed, her thighs straining as she gripped him with her legs. In her precarious position on the edge of the counter, all she could do was hold on.

“Come on, Abby. Are you there? Please tell me you’re close.”

She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her, lust and strain in his face as he picked up the pace, unable to hold back any longer. He pushed into her hard once and again, grinding against her, his climax triggering her own. They shuddered together, hanging onto each other until they both relaxed in the afterglow, sharing a leisurely kiss before cleaning themselves up and putting themselves back together. Abby couldn’t suppress her grin as they finished getting ready, not even caring anymore that they’d be late.

Everyone else was at the house when she and Lance arrived, rushing into the house from where they’d parked on the street to get out of the cold February drizzle as quickly as possible. The scent of dinner cooking greeted them when they walked in.

Chris got up and came to the door, slapping Lance on the shoulder by way of greeting and leaning in to give Abby a quick kiss on the cheek. “Happy birthday, Abs.”

“Thanks, Chris.” Since he spent so much time with Lance and Megan, Chris had adopted the nickname that she only let those closest to her call her. Matt didn’t even call her Abs, though she’d be okay with it if he did.

They moved into the living room, Abby and Lance shedding their coats, when Megan came out to greet them. She grabbed Abby in a fierce hug. “Happy birthday! You’re twenty-one! Now we can go to bars and you can buy your own drinks! I’m so excited!”

Abby laughed. “Because you’ve had to buy me sooo many drinks in the last few months since you turned twenty-one.”

Megan pulled back with a grin and a shrug. “Well I would’ve if you’d have ever come out with me.”

“Yeah, right. You’d have made me get Lance to buy my drinks, and you know it.”

Megan poked out her lower lip in a faux pout. “Not if it was a girls’ night.”

Before Abby could respond, Matt came forward, his arm around a blonde, her hair more wheat colored than Abby’s own strawberry blonde. The new girl took them in, trying to hang back a little, chewing her lip and fiddling with her fingers like she was nervous, a slight pinkness to her cheeks that could be explained away as heat from working in the kitchen, where she’d just come from, but Abby guessed she might be blushing. She sympathized, being a chronic blusher herself. The curse of fair skin and light hair.

Matt, on the other hand, looked proud. He urged her toward them. “Lance, Abby, this is my girlfriend, Hannah. Hannah, this is Lance and Abby.”

Abby returned Hannah’s tentative smile and, with a glance at Lance out of the corner of her eye, gave Hannah a welcoming hug. She remembered how awkward she’d felt meeting Lance’s friends, and that was when they were both single. How much harder would it be to be in Hannah’s place—trying to break into an established group of friends? “I’m so happy to meet you. Megan’s told me all about you.”

Hannah hugged her back. “Uh, good things I hope.”

“Abby’s my best friend. We talk. And another girl spending lots of time in my house merits discussion.”

Abby stepped back and smiled at Hannah, noticing how green her eyes were now that they stood this close together. “Don’t worry, it’s good. At least the stuff about you is. The stuff about Matt, on the other hand …” She rolled her eyes and glanced in Matt’s direction, who was so easy to needle.

He immediately jumped in with, “Hey! What lies are you spreading about me, Megan?” just as Abby could’ve predicted.

Megan laughed. More of a cackle, really. “What makes you think they’re lies? You do enough stupid stuff all on your own. I don’t need to embellish it.”

Feeling a little sorry for him, Abby gave him a placating pat on the arm. He wasn’t placated and glared at her instead of Megan. “Aw, don’t worry, Matty. She tells me about the sweet stuff you do, too. Like all your Valentine’s Day plans.” She couldn’t resist needling him a little more by calling him Matty. She knew he hated it. It was so easy to get a rise out of him. But she did think his Valentine’s Day plans to pull out all the stops for Hannah with a fancy dinner were sweet. She and Lance had kept it pretty low key this year. He’d wanted to go out, but she’d had a hard week full of tests and essays and had convinced him that staying in would make her happier than dealing with a crowded restaurant.

Instead of softening like she’d expected, Matt’s face shuttered, all expression gone. She looked at Hannah, who shifted uncomfortably, her smile also gone, avoiding eye contact with anyone. What was going on? Had something happened on Valentine’s Day? She threw a questioning look at Megan, who widened her eyes and gave a tiny shrug. Matt and Hannah remained frozen in their discomfort. Abby’s eyebrows came together. “What—“

Before she could finish her question, Matt cut her off. “I hate when you guys call me Matty. My name’s Matt.”

Eyes wide, Abby looked at Megan, not sure what to make of this whole thing. Megan just chuckled, cutting through the sudden tension that had sprung up from Abby’s innocent comment. She stepped to Matt’s other side, looping her arm through his and laying her head on his shoulder. “I know, Matty. That’s why we do it.”

Matt looked down at her and relaxed, a low chuckle coming from him as he patted Megan’s head affectionately. “I know.”

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