What's Life Without the Sprinkles - By Misty Simon Page 0,56
me when I come for the first time.”
“But I want you wetter.” He drove her relentlessly, pinning her to him with his forearm. He wasn’t going to let her get away from him until he’d made her scream his name.
And then she did. And that one word had never sounded so good in all his life.
She panted with her head resting on his shoulder. He could definitely get used to this. Who knew his best friend was so passionate? He shunted the distinction off to the side of his mind. Right now he didn’t hold Claudia his friend in his arms, but Claudia the woman, who he was sure could take him to heights he’d never reached before.
He was ready to pick her up and toss her over his shoulder to head to the bedroom when knocking filled his head.
She broke away, a glazed look in her eyes. “I should get that,” she whispered from bee-stung lips, swollen and glistening from his kisses. Her eyes nearly rolled in panic. “It might be Justin and my parents.”
As if on cue, the pipsqueak’s voice came loud through the door. “Come on, Mom! I have to pee, and Grandma forgot her key. Hurry!”
“You better get that,” he murmured. He was reluctant to release her, but he couldn’t let his little buddy see him in this compromising position. Until he knew what the hell was going on for himself, he didn’t want anyone to see him this close to Claudia. “I’ll go in your room and wait for your mom to leave, if you want. You may not be able to explain your swollen lips when I’m standing right here.”
Pulling down her dress and zipping up the zipper, she shot him a grateful look, but it was tinged with confusion. Yeah, he didn’t know what the hell was going on, either. He bumped into the arched doorway on his way to Claudia’s bedroom, not sure that it was his best choice. But, for better or worse, he’d made the decision and couldn’t go back. All along the hallway, he wondered what the hell had just happened. He had a hard on for his best friend in the world. It was either his very best idea or the worst mistake he’d ever made.
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“So, Justin didn’t say much on the car ride over here,” Mona Bradley said as soon as she walked through the door of Claudia’s apartment.
Claudia had been dreading this, not sure what she was going to hear, or even what the outcome was. She hadn’t been able to get Justin alone after her conversation with Peter because he’d decided to ride home with Grandma and Grandpa and play for a while. She’d used the time to roam around the streets in her car, but it hadn’t improved her mood at all. But those kisses from Nate and the orgasm that had blown her mind had gone a long way toward making her feel like she could float straight up to the sky. She couldn’t think about that now, though, because her mom might catch a hint of what was going on. She couldn’t afford that at the moment.
After putting down her purse and taking off her light jacket, Mona looked around the living room. She chose a seat on the couch, and Claudia prayed she wasn’t settling in for a long talk. She certainly didn’t want to talk about too much with Nate hovering in her room. There were many things her mother could blurt out that would embarrass the hell out of her. And she didn’t want to give him time to rummage around through her things, if she could help it. She certainly didn’t want him to find her trusty vibrator and know how truly dry her dry spell had been lately.
Justin had already breezed by, shooting straight for the bathroom. “Hi, Mom. Bye, Mom. Gotta go!”
Claudia shook her head at the boy’s bladder and said, “What do you mean, you couldn’t get him to say anything?” Really, with Justin, it could be anything or nothing.
“Well, honey, I don’t know how to tell you this.”
It occurred to Claudia to let her mom off the hook, but then sometimes life’s little joys came from putting your parents in uncomfortable positions. She was perverse like that. Plus, if it was something else, she wanted to hear all about it. “You can tell me anything. What did he do now?”
“Do?” Mona’s clear brow wrinkled. “Oh, he didn’t do anything.”