Page 62 of Wildcat
“Is this like bougie parking?” I ask when I see a couple making out. “You can’t just take a girl to an abandoned parking lot and make a move, you bring her here.” I wave a hand to the lake. The moon is full and glows down on the water.
“Told you his back yard was better.”
“I don’t know how I feel about hanging around with someone who’s so… together.”
His brows lift.
“I’m serious. My life is a mess.”
“You think I have my life together?” He throws his head back and laughs.
“I’ve seen your house. I watched twenty thousand fans scream their hearts out for you earlier tonight, and you drive a golf cart around your neighborhood.”
“Professionally, yes, I’m in a good spot. But everything else?”
When I don’t buy it, he arches back and unbuttons his jeans.
“Uhh… I don’t think this is the place to show me your penis to prove some point about how you’re below average in some areas.”
He scoffs. “Below average? Please.”
He’s not wrong, and I get butterflies in my stomach remembering just how not average he is. Instead of whipping out said well-above-average dick, he tugs on the band of his underwear. Boxers, cheap cotton with hearts all over them. They look like something someone might have bought him for Valentine’s Day a long time ago. “These were all I could find today.”
Based on the one other time I saw him in his skivvies, I think he prefers boxer briefs.
“Time to do laundry?”
“Seems so.” He stares down at them and grins. “Though these kind of set the mood, am I right?”
“Ridiculous boxers do not mean your life is a mess.”
He thinks for a second. “The milk in my fridge is expired. I can’t remember the last time I changed the air filters in my house, and you just watched me race a remote controlled car down the street.”
I laugh quietly, and he rests a hand on my shoulder, brushing his fingers along my neck. I super dig his hands. They’re big and just look strong somehow. The callouses against my smooth skin send a shiver up my spine. I lean forward.
“You know,” he says as he brings his mouth closer to mine, “I’ve never had to down talk myself to get a girl.”
“Is that what you’re doing? Trying to get a girl?”
“Is that not obvious?” He chuckles. “Fuck, I need to up my game.
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YOUR DAD LIKES ME
LEO
She restsher arms on my shoulders. “I had fun tonight, but I should get home. It’s late.”
With a hand at her hip, I pull her to me and drop my lips to hers. “Don’t go, dream girl.”
Her laughter spills into my mouth. “You did not call me that.”
“Actually, Ash is who started it, but he’s not wrong. I like you. You’re fun and so sexy.” I slip a hand under her shirt in the back and glide it over her warm skin.
“I should still go.”
I lift her shirt and duck my head to kiss the top of her tits above her bra. I can’t believe she flashed me earlier. Wildcat. It fits her just as well as dream girl.
