Page 117 of Doughn't Let Me Go

He’s out there too?

“Right foot let’s stomp!”

Stomp.

“Left foot let’s stomp!”

Stomp.

“Freeze!”

A pause.

“Now everybody clap your hands!”

And they all fucking do.

“Oh my god,” Dory mutters, shaking with laughter and maybe mortification. “This is the worst day of my life.”

“Cha-cha now, y’all!” Wren yells.

I can just picture them all out there cha-cha-ing away like the assholes they are.

“I’m so sorry,” I say to her, trying to hold back a laugh because it’s all I can do in this moment. We asked for it the moment we locked ourselves inside this bathroom. I smack at the door a few times. “Go away, you dicks!”

“Ha! Theyarein there. I knew it!”

I drop my head to Dory’s shoulder, burying my face in my favorite spot.

“I hate them.”

“You don’t.”

“You should hate them too.”

“I don’t.”

I nip at her throat, taking away any sting with gentle licks.

When we’re certain they’ve finally left, I help Dory off the counter and rearrange my cock, which is just about ready for round two.

Slowly, I open the door, checking to make sure the coast is clear.

Expelling a relieved breath, I hold my hand out to Dory. “We’re good.”

Her cheeks are still flushed and I’d like to say that’s my doing, but I know it’s pure embarrassment at this point.

I crowd her against the wall, leaning close.

“Listen, I’m sorry they were assholes, but I’m not sorry about what we did. I’ll never be sorry for wanting you.”

She stares up at me, eyes searching mine. “I’m not sorry either, Porter.”

I nod once and then push away before I do something stupid like kiss her.

Hand in hand, we walk down the hall toward the living room, the house eerily quiet.

“Maybe they went outside?” Dory suggests when I look back at her questioningly.

---