Page 9 of Grease Monkey
“No. No, no, no, no,” I hiss, ignoring the pain radiating up my butt cheeks as I back away from the soil scattered across the pathway. Shoving the broken bowl upright, I frantically shovel the dirt inside and push the ceramic shards against the earth, hoping they’ll stick in place.
“Quite a mess you’ve made there.”
I still, hands covered in mud, my blood turning to ice.
Please kill. Me. Now.
I look up at Teddy, amusement shining from every pore and an afterglow I can only assume is from his orgasm. An orgasm that felt like it was just for me.
“I… uh… I…”
The corner of his lips quirks as he crosses his arms and leans his shoulder against the beige stonework of his house, surveying my mess.Being this close is intoxicating, drugging my brain into an incoherent mess, that I’m only mildly aware I’m still sitting in mud and shards of broken pottery. Teddy’s stare is unbearably heavy as his gaze drops to my chest. I look down and gasp, tugging my sweatshirt to pull on the sleeve that’s slipped from my shoulder, revealing my sports bra and nipples so hard they could cut glass.Goddamn you, winter.
My face heats as he swipes his tongue along his bottom lip. What must he be thinking with me sitting here basically half naked, showing him mybrawhile his girlfriend is right there? The same girlfriend Iwatchedsuck his dick? And as if by thinking about it, my eyes take that as permission to drop to his crotch.I mean, it’s rightthere,in my eye-line.The perfect bulge that leaves nothing to the imagination. Not that I’d need it.
Morgana, stop staring at his dick!
“Oh gosh,” I breathe, my gaze returning to his face, which has only expanded into a full-on grin.He pulls off his baseball cap and drags a hand through his hair. I track that movement as he reaches up and pushes the strands from his face before putting the cap back on backwards.Gah,why is that ridiculously hot?And when he shoves hishand into his pocket, my eyes are immediately drawn back to his penis.
Oh, for the love of…
When people say their face is on fire, no one in the history of embarrassment has ever felt the scorching licks of mortification quite like I do now.
Teddy laughs and jingles his keys in his pocket. It’s like my eyes and his dick are two magnets, pulled by their magnetic fields until they find their way back to each other. The only way to stop me from looking is to cover my eyes. If I can’t see him, he can’t see me, right?
Oh, Morgana, you poor little creepy perv. You couldn’t be less smooth if you tried.
“I didn’t see anything,” I blurt.
Okay, I was wrong. Apparently, I can be. Didn’t I pray for death?
“Didn’t see what?” he teases.
“Erm… You know.” With my free hand, I circle it in the air, hoping he will connect the dots without making me finish my sentence. Teddy’s husky laugh rings louder, like he’s closer to me somehow, but the fear of looking at something I can’t stop myself from looking at prevents me from peering out from between my fingers. My hand falls when warm skin touches beneath my chin, lifting my head upward.
“Surprisingly, I didn’t mind that,” he admits, his voice low and gravelly. It’s not hard to guess this is what he sounds like when he’s turned on.
My breath gets caught in my lungs as our eyes meet. “But your girlfriend—”
“Is not my girlfriend,” he says, his fingers pressing more firmly into my skin, his touch burning and soothing at the same time. I knew he could get any girl he wanted. He probably has a few of them on speed dial. And while my heart does this happy kick in my chest knowing he’s not in a relationship, it’s squashed when he calls me by his nickname. “Need a hand, Ana Banana?”
“Jesus, Teddy, you could have waited until I left before you called some different slut over to get your rocks off.”
My eyes tear from Teddy’s in horror, darting to the person who is not his girlfriend glaring down at us with smeared lipstick, hair disheveled, and shirt pulled so low it reveals her bra.
“Hate to break it to you,honey, but I’ve already sucked him dry.” She sneers and props her arms on her hips. Teddy’s jaw flexes, and he stands, leaving me sitting on the ground like a fool.
“Don’t be a jealous bitch, Brittany. She’s just my neighbor.”
My stomach recoils like I’ve taken a punch to the gut.
Just my neighbor.
Suddenly, the warm winter sun is chilling, and the sweetintoxication from before turns to nausea.Just his neighbor.Teddy bends and wraps his hand around mine, pulling me to my feet, lingering longer than needed. Recognition dawns on Brittany’s face, thanks to my father’s highly public campaign forState Attorney General, and I snatch my hand from Teddy’s.
“Oh, wow, Morgana Adler.” She pauses and laughs, but it’s not a pleasant sound. “I didn’t realize you’re slumming it with a mechanic. Didn’t think the greatAdlerswould let their daughter stoop so low.”
Ouch.
