He moans, pumping his cock into my hand, and I claim his mouth in a deep, full tongue kiss.
He starts shaking.
I feel him swell.
His breathing is uneven.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
We both look toward the door.
“Stop what you’re doing. Get dressed. Get out here and take Kaley back to school. Your mum says you have two minutes before she’s coming in.”
“Oh fuck.” Bobby groans, falling back against the bed, and covers his tense face with his forearm.
Bang. “Two minutes. Did you hear me?”
Bobby lifts his arm. “Two minutes,” he repeats, damn near shouting. He stares at me in disbelief. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. What the hell is Len doing back?”
He scrambles from the bed, searching for something to cover his body with.
Oh shit. It didn’t sound like Len Rowan. The voice was too—crap, I don’t know how to describe it.
I watch Bobby move around the room. “That was your dad?”
He nods. “Yep. Get dressed. If Linda says she’s coming in in two minutes she means it.”
My brows hitch up. “And how would you know that? Prior experience?”
He gives me a heavily exasperated look. “Don’t give me crap. Not now. And no, they’ve never busted in before. I know it because if Linda says it, she’s doing it.”
He sits back down on the bed, cradling his head in his hands. He looks like he’s suffering. He was really hard. Swelling. Almost there. This can’t be good for him.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper and edge forward to kiss his back.
His face snaps up and he looks over his shoulder at me. “Don’t touch me. Don’t kiss me. He won’t go down if you do and I need to get out there in two minutes.”
I pout and move away from him.
“Can you put on some clothes, please? Having your tits popping out in front of me doesn’t help the current situation.”
Stifling a laugh, I take my shirt from the bed, pull it on and then find and put on my panties.
He looks so miserable and embarrassed.
I search for something to say to lighten the mood. “We should have done it today. Len beating down the door in the middle would have made that milestone moment one neither of us would ever forget.”
He grimaces. “Not funny. Why do you think I planned the Santa Cruz thing? I wanted it to be a memory you would want to remember always. To be a part of both of our histories in a good way that we won’t ever regret. Not with Len or Linda busting in and ruining it.”
He grabs a pair of rumpled sweatpants from the clothes piled beside his door, pulls them on, and adjusts his dick and the fabric covering his not completely deflated erection.
“Today was memorable for me, Bobby. I’m pretty sure I’ll remember it always.”
He looks at me.
I bite back a smile.
He shakes his head. “Don’t say anything. Not one more word. Do you have any idea how fucking awkward it’s going to be to get bitched out by Dad while having a boner?”
CHAPTER 10
I stare at the closed door. Bobby left without saying whether I should stay in his bedroom until he’s done dealing with his dad or if it’s expected for me to come out.
We all know I’m in here.
I’m pretty sure they know what we were doing in here.
What am I supposed to do?
In spite of my anxiety, I momentarily lose my train of thought in the slide show flashing in my head of me and Bobby not five minutes ago on his bed. Holy crap. He definitely knows how to treat a girl’s body. He may not have ever “officially” fucked a girl but I haven’t any doubts he’s going to be amazing at that as well.
Yep, I’m going to Santa Cruz even if I have to lie to Chrissie to get there. That problem: manageable; this problem: no bueno.
What the hell are they arguing about out there?
I go from the bed, grabbing the remainder of my discarded clothes. As I finish dressing, I try to pick out words from the muffled, rapid exchange penetrating the walls of the pool house.
Wow. They sound really angry. Even Bobby, and he is never anything but respectful with Linda and even-tempered in all moments. But then Zoe did say he has a contentious relationship with Len. Still, I didn’t anticipate this. The yelling. And never from both of them, and definitely never from Bobby.
Maybe his dad is really bitching him out. Strange. Why would Len do that, since leaving a Costco-sized box of condoms in a kid’s bedroom is pretty much a green light to use them?
The voices grow louder. Fine. I’m going out there.
I dash into the bathroom and do a quick check of myself. My eye makeup is smudged, my cheeks are flushed and my hair is a mess. I wonder if I smell like sex. Can you smell like sex without having had sex? Crap, I’m lame and a mess.
I take Bobby’s comb from the vanity and try to do something with my curls. Crud, I’m just turning them into frizz. That will just have to do. I make my way to the bedroom door, open it and peek out.
“It’s none of your business what I do,” Bobby says calmly, succinctly.
The no-longer-muffled voices hold me back in the room as my eyes lock on father and son standing toe-to-toe arguing.
“You can date Kaley,” Len Rowan shouts, “but you draw the line there. She’s not some piece of ass you give a toss to. You treat that girl with respect. Always. If you can’t keep it zipped, you stay away from her.”
My cheeks burn.
“You haven’t a clue about anything,” Bobby counters in a surprisingly controlled voice. “You never have, but this is a new low even from you. Advice from Len Rowan on how to treat a girl. Excuse me if I don’t rush off to write that one down, Pop.”
Len’s jaw clenches. “I expect you to burn it into your memory, new low or not, boy. That girl doesn’t have a father to look out for her. Your mum called me and I hopped a plane home for the holidays to get things back in line around here. I’m stepping in, whether you like it or not. Chrissie is a dear friend. She doesn’t need more to manage, especially not from you pissing in her pond.”
Bobby makes a frustrated growl, shaking his head, and now looking like his anger is only loosely contained. “Fuck, that’s not why you’re here. You’re not here for Mom or Chrissie or even Kaley. You’re here because you’ve spent your entire life covering Alan Manzone’s ass and cleaning up his messes. You wouldn’t give a fuck what I do with Kaley if that girl wasn’t Alan’s daughter. Even if the bastard won’t admit that she is his daughter.”
Len raises a hand, but stops it mid-swing.
Bobby doesn’t flinch, not even a hair.
Their eyes burn into each other.
“Go ahead,” Bobby taunts. “I’ll let you have one punch, Pop. I know I’m not supposed to talk shit about him and that Alan Manzone is sacred to you.”
Len’s arm relaxes at his side and he steps back. He takes several ragged deep breaths to compose himself. “It’s not smart, Bobby, to think you know more than you do. Alan is the most loyal man I’ve ever known. The most generous, dependable, and honest friend a man can have. My friend since I was your age, when another man would have left me at the curb when his star started to rise with the money pouring in. And I’m loyal to him. That is friendship.”
Bobby shakes his head. “Covering up each other’s lies and mistakes for thirty years is not a friendship. It’s a cult. You’ve carried Alan’s water so long you can’t see the difference. Tell me, Pop, when does that girl in my bedroom start to matter more to you people than your lies and revolting web of friendship? A real friend would knock Alan upside the head and tell him to get here and take care of his daughter.”
“Like I said, it’s not smart to talk about things you don’t know anything about. I suggest you don’t do it again.” Len grabs his drink off the table and drops heavily onto the foot of a chaise. “Discussion done. You leave that girl alone. Get your dick wet somewhere else. She’s off-limits. We would have nothing if not for Manny and I’ll cut off the money—don’t think I won’t—if you blow me off on this one.”