Page 3 of Who Wants Pie

“Guess mom will have to find some other boy to do the deed then, huh?”

I yank her around so I can push her back against the shelving. She doesn’t have time to figure out what is going on or what she’s just done - the gauntlet she just thrown down. I have her wedged between my arms with my hand wrapped around her neck before I even know what the hell I’m doing. It was automatic and instinctual when she mentioned someone else having to knock her up. And now that I have my hands on her, the one thing I was afraid of happening is happening. Damn it.

“You tell your mom….,” shit, what is she supposed to tell her mom?

“What? To find another candidate…I,”

I stop her the only way I know how. I kiss the fuck out of her. Full contact - lips and tongue. And a realization hits me hard… Tinsley’s never kissed anyone before. She’s never been kissed before. She has no idea what to do with her tongue or my tongue when I give her the chance to take the kiss over.

And I lose my god damned mind for a split second. All I can think about is her - how she smells, how she feels now that I have her pushed against the shelves and myself, how fucking tight and fresh everything would be if I could only squeeze my cock in what has to be the tightest pussy in the world.

When the lights come on I have a handful of tit and I’m working my leg up against her hot little pussy that is taking up so much space in my mind, making her ride it. At the sound of the door opening she jerks from me and rushes underneath my arms so she can run the hell away from me as fast as she can. The only sign she’s affected the same as I am is the flush on her cheeks and the fact her lips are swollen because I damn sure know how to kiss.

I know one thing from my time in the basement with my best friend’s sweet little sister - I could kiss her for hours and not get tired of it. And if she gives me even half a chance, she’s going to find me all over her and up in her as well. And her mother won’t have to worry about not having any more little grandbabies to play with.

Chapter Three

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Tinsley

I ran. I ran as fast as I could away from Gray. Gray. The man I all but grew up with. But then he has never done anything like that to me before. He never touched me or looked at me the way he did when we were down in the basement. Or kiss me like he was trying to give me mouth-to-mouth and save my life.

So, I not only ran…I’m currently hiding as well. Which is why when my mom comes in to tell me I’m going to have to find another place to go while our freaking house is being fumigated a week before Thanksgiving, I break out in a cold sweat.

“Mom, it’s going to be hard to find a place to stay on such short notice…,”

She stops me, “Oh, we’ve already found a place for you.”

Please be with Rayne and Cami, please be with Rayne and Cami. But I don’t get so lucky as Gray steps out from around the corner with a shit-eating grin on his face that tells me not only does he know I’ve been hiding, but he also knows my time is up.

He comes close so he can speak without my mom overhearing him, “When your mom called and told me about this fumigation thing, I was going to say no.” He plays with one of the buttons on my shirt just above my cleavage. “But she alluded to the fact that she was going to try to send you home with one of the other guys from the station and I realized there was no way in hell I was going to let you go anywhere else but home with me.”

I narrow my eyes at him and swat his hand away.

“Wouldn’t want anyone else getting the chance to knock you up, now would we.”

I can tell my mouth is open by how hard my mom is looking over at us. “I won’t be there very much because of work, so you don’t have to worry about sharing the space or anything.”

He says it louder so my mom will think that is what is bothering me. I give him a disbelieving look. Especially after what he just said about someone else knocking me up. He lowers his voice once again for just me, “What? You don’t think I can keep my hands to myself for a couple of days, Tins?”

The big jerk. No, I don’t think he’s going to pass up the opportunity to tease me about this thing or make life difficult for me just because he can.

He comes even closer until his voice is nothing but a raspy whisper, “Don’t worry, Tinsley, I think I‘ll be able to resist.”

What a complete jerk. But one that doesn’t lie. That night and the next day, I am alone in his apartment. There’s not even a hint of Gray. So much so that by the next afternoon when I get back from school, I feel safe enough to run around in only a nightdress. I’m convinced he is going to spend this entire week at the station and I will have his apartment all to myself. Which suits me just fine. I shouldn’t be getting all bummed out about him not coming home once when he knows I am here.

I come out of the shower and hear my phone ring. Shit! I left it downstairs. I tighten the towel around myself and just commit to making a run for it. It’s not like there’s anyone here to see me after all.

I’m halfway across the living room when the door opens, and I realize with a cold sinking feeling that I’ve been caught. “Oh! My! GOD!”

Gray’s eyes light up with mischief and a smile crosses his face that’s one part shit-eating and another part delightful glee. For seconds, all we do is just stare at each other until he finally speaks, “Comfortable?”

“Oh my God!” My voice starts out as nothing but a whisper but soon I find a louder volume, “Turn around! Don’t look!”

I am in nothing but a damp towel and some beads of water. This is the most naked I have been in front of someone since I was an infant. I might die from this. The embarrassment might be more than I can handle and I might keel over, right here. What is the saying when you are in an accident…you should always wear clean underwear? Yeah, I’m missing a big part of that!

“But…,” I can already tell by how he’s grinning that he’s not just going to let this go. He’s not just going to walk out the door and pretend he saw nothing. “But it’s my house. I think you should be the one that has to turn around.”

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