Page 29 of Kiss Me Ever After
We sat at the table, him on one side and me at the head. As if neither of us wanted to start a conversation, we ate and drank in silence. Halfway through, my phone pinged with a message.
Amber: What are you up to tonight? Want me to come over? We could watch a film?
I almost choked on my pizza. The last thing I needed was for Amber to come over and find Justin here. She’d tear him off a strip for leading me on again last night, then interrogate him about his intentions. Neither of us needed that, although I was quite keen to find out what his intentions were.
Lennon: I’m going to get an early night. The last couple of days have been crappy.
Amber: Okay, I get it. We’re still going out tomorrow right? With Curtis and Justin and the others?
My gaze connected with Justin’s. I’d forgotten all about our group night.
Lennon: Sure. Looking forward to it. See you tomorrow xxx
Amber: Night, babe, sleep well xxx
“Amber?”
I nodded and looked up.
“Thought it might be one of your fancy London friends. I’m sure they’re all rallying around you in your hour of need.”
Seriously, he was so contradictory. One minute he’s trying to kiss me, the next he’s making jibes about my old friends. To be fair, he wasn’t wrong. Once the news about Dad’s misdemeanours had become public knowledge, a lot of my so-called friends became invisible. There were many people I hadn’t heard from in a long time, and my once large circle of friends had shrunk considerably. In all honesty, I didn’t miss them as much as I thought I might.
“What? Like you’ve been rallying around me the last couple of days?” I teased.
“And you’ve hated every minute.” He gave me a slow, lazy smile, the tip of his tongue wetting his lips.
Suddenly my appetite for food disappeared.
13
Justin
Lennon’s gaze held mine,her fingers absently stroking her throat. If she kept looking at me like that, I was going to take her right there on the kitchen table. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, my hard-on growing.
“I haven’t hated it at all,” she breathed.
“Me either.”
My hand sneaked across the table, grasping her right wrist, my thumb tracing over her pulse point. Her breath hitched; icy blue eyes hooded. With a swift move, I tightened my grip and pulled her out of her chair and into my lap.
“Justin!” Lennon gasped.
“I don’t think I really finished what I started last night.” I leaned in, my lips hovering closer, breath mingling with hers.
This time I didn’t want to tease her. My dick hardened. I didn’t want to tease myself either. This was really going to happen.
Our lips crashed together, my hand fisting her hair, pulling her into my chest. Her palms rested on my shoulders, one hand going around the back of my neck, deepening the kiss. She shifted in my lap, pushing down against my groin.
“We should take this upstairs,” Lennon broke off long enough to whisper.
I didn’t need telling twice.
We crashed through the door into her room, falling onto the bed, Lennon underneath me, still kissing frantically. She pulled off her Blue Goose polo shirt, revealing small, pert tits encased in a lacy, dark blue bra. If it were possible, my dick strained even more painfully against my fly. As I dragged my own t-shirt over my head, Lennon reached for the buttons on my jeans. My hands covered hers. I needed to exercise some restraint before blowing my load. “Wait,” I rasped. “Not yet.”
I undid her jeans and pushed them down her legs and off, taking her socks with them. Unsurprisingly, her panties matched her bra. All dark blue lace, just begging to be ripped off. I took a steadying breath, not wanting to hurry but desperate to.
“Justin.” Lennon stared up at me, her irises almost completely black. She bit her lip, and that was all it took.
