First and Forever (Heartache Duet #2) - Jay McLean Page 0,118
to be. “I have.”
“Right.” She nods once. “So, you’re telling me you haven’t been with anyone since you and me?”
I lift my chin. “Yes.”
“I call bullshit.”
I adjust her on my lap, just enough so I can access the phone in my pocket. I dial Austin’s number, set it on speaker and hold it between us.
“Hey,” he answers.
“Yo, have I been with any girls since Ava?”
“Haven’t even looked at one. Why?”
I hang up, my eyebrows raised all: See? I told you so.
“Okay,” she says, with a brattish lilt to her tone.
“Why? Have you?” Before she gets a chance to respond, I cover her mouth. “Wait. Don’t answer that.”
Both her small hands clasp mine, and she lowers it for me. “I haven’t been with anyone.”
“Good.” I point between us. “Can we go back to what we were doing now?”
She bites her lip, nods as she murmurs, “Mmm-hmm.”
With her mouth open on mine, I ask, “Can I touch your butt?”
She laughs, and I breathe in the sound, let it warm me. “Yes. You can even touch the side of my boob if you want.”
“Fuck, yes.” I kiss her deeper. “It’s my lucky day.” My phone rings, and I grunt in frustration. Austin’s stupid face lights up my screen. “What?” I snap. Ava laughs into my neck, her hands flat on my stomach. She pushes down, grinding into me as she sucks hard on my neck. “You’re so fucking bad,” I whisper, grabbing a hand full of her ass to bring her closer to me.
“Why am I bad?” Austin asks.
Ava muffles her cackle on my shoulder.
“What’s up?” I say into the phone.
Austin replies, “Are you coming back tonight?”
I tug on Ava’s hair until I can see her face clearly and ask, “Am I going back tonight?”
She doesn’t skip a beat. “Nope.”
Chapter 50
Connor
Two weeks have passed since that first night with Ava, and because we weren’t really prepared for how things turned out that night, neither of us were prepared. We fooled around, got to the point, then she asked me if I had protection, and I looked at her like she was stupid because why the hell would I? I didn’t sleep around, and neither did she, so we took care of each other in other ways until we fell asleep on her bed in a mass of sweaty limbs and post-orgasmic bliss.
And now, according to her, she wants to wait. Apparently, it’s her therapist’s advice. Because her therapist wants to make sure Ava is following her heart and not the parts between her legs that might be calling to me. I don’t see what’s wrong with her vagina calling to me. I wouldn’t mind it. Hell, it can call to me mid-game, and I’d go running.
I sound pathetic, but Ava—she makes me that way. And she wears dresses now. All the time. And I take back what I said about her being too beautiful to be hidden because I want to hide her. If I had a basement…
Too far?
Maybe.
But, high school with Ava was one thing. Everyone knew she was mine, and it’s not like she was out there, in the wild, wearing dresses and looking all hot and adorable all the time. And it’s not that I wish she’d go back to being “stuck” taking care of her mom. I just… I get punchy and stabby, and college dudes are far more upfront with their leering, and I hate everyone and everything besides Ava.
And Austin, I guess.
He’s okay.
“Connor!” Ava whisper-yells, snapping her fingers in front of my face.
I blink, focus on her.
“You’re doing that thing again.”
“What thing?”
“That stabby face you make. What is with you?”
“He doesn’t like you in dresses,” Austin answers for me.
“You don’t?” She looks down at her dress.
“No,” I tell them both. “I like Ava in dresses. I don’t like other—”
“How is a dress any different from my old school uniform?”
My dick stirs, and it shouldn’t, especially considering we’re in the middle of the food court, and I really should start wearing more than basketball shorts because they’re bad at hiding certain things and those certain things are happening too often now that Ava’s back. “By chance, do you still have that uniform?”
“You’re such a dick,” Ava says through a giggle, throwing a plastic fork at my head. Then she stands, picks up her bag. She makes her way over to me, kisses me with more passion than my shorts can handle. She bites my bottom lip as she pulls away. “I have to go see Mom.”