“Girls,” he groaned. “Oh god, I can’t stop… I’m gonna come!”
“I want it!” I moved out from under Erica and rushed to grab his cock from her pussy. The first spurt hit my cheek and he moaned as my mouth covered the tip and I sucked for the rest, rewarded with another thick surge of cum onto my tongue.
“Me, too!” Erica protested, still panting as she grabbed his cock from my hand and pointed it toward her own mouth. He grunted and thrust as another rush of cum erupted from his cock, spilling over her lips. I leaned in toward her, licking her lips, the head of his cock, and our tongues caught the last of it together as he bucked against us, filling our mouths with the heat of his cum.
“Oh god,” he groaned, collapsing onto the bed.
“I don’t know that he had anything to do with it.” I smiled.
We both crawled up next to him on the bed, Erica on his right and me on his left, and the other bed remained empty that whole night.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“We’re here.” Erica reached into the back seat and poked me. I startled out of my doze, lifting my head off Mr. Nolan’s lap.
“You drove all the way?” Mr. Nolan leaned in toward the front seat.
“You guys fell asleep.” Erica shrugged.
I sat rubbing my eyes and blinking in spite of the darkness. I could see that my mother had left the porch light on.
“Do you want help with your stuff?” Mr. Nolan asked softly.
I shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”
We got out of the car and went to the trunk. It was cooling off, the heat of the day completely gone now, but I didn’t want the memory of our weekend together to abate like the temperature. I think he felt the same because we stood there looking at each other until Erica pulled the lever from inside, making the trunk pop open and startling us both.
He reached for my bag with a sigh, and I grabbed his hand.
“I don’t want to go.” I met his eyes in the dimness.
He sighed again, glancing over to make sure the open trunk blocked the view of my house, and then pulled me in close. “I don’t want you to go,” he murmured against my cheek, kissing me when I tilted my face up to him.
“Don’t make me.” I hugged him and rested my head against his chest.
“It’s not up to me.” He stroked my hair.
“Well, who is it up to, then?” I frowned, meeting his eyes.
He shrugged. “I don’t have any answers, Leah.”
“I want to go home with you.” I swallowed hard. I couldn’t believe my own words, but there they were. “I’m eighteen now. I can make my own decisions.”
His thumb traced the line of my jaw, and he shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“Why not?” My eyes searched his. “You said you loved me…”
“I do, Leah.” He touched my lips with his fingertips. “More than I should, more than I knew I could… I can’t stop thinking about you, I can’t stop wanting you, I can’t stop… I just can’t…”
“I know.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes. “I can’t either. So why do we keep trying to stop?”
“I don’t understand it.” He shook his head. “I wish I knew why, how… it’s like there’s something so right about it in the midst of everything that looks so wrong from the outside…”
“It’s not wrong!” I insisted. “Don’t you see? I’m old enough to choose what I want!” He didn’t smile or placate me, which I thought for sure he would. Instead, he leaned down and kissed me, his lips soft and full and warm, his arms wrapping me up tight.
“I can’t fight it anymore,” he whispered against my cheek, my neck. I could feel his arms trembling, and his voice was shaking.
“Is that a yes?” My heart took off, soaring in my chest. I cupped his face in my hands, searching his eyes for the truth, and found it. “Yes? Yes!”
“Yes.” He smiled as I planted kisses over his cheeks and chin and mouth and nose. “Okay, okay, enough!”
I laughed as he grabbed my bag, tossing it into the trunk and closing it again. The porch light was still on at my house, but there was no one waiting up, I could tell.
“I’ll call her tomorrow.” I took his hand.
“She won’t take it well.” He sighed. “I’ll talk to her, too, if you want.”
“I’m more worried about Erica,” I said, as he opened the car door.
“Worried about me?” she asked as I slid into the back seat. “How come?”
She took it better than I expected, asking, “So where will you sleep?”
“With me,” Mr. Nolan replied, making her scoot over so he could drive. We were all quiet on the short trip around the block, and I was thinking about his bed-our bed-the whole way, my body alive and tingling.
“So… if you get married…” Erica said as the engine cut off and began to tick as it cooled.
“Whoa!” Mr. Nolan held his hand up. “She’s moving in… no one said anything about marriage.”
“I’m just saying.” Erica glanced at me in the backseat. “You’d technically be my stepmom.”
I laughed. “You ready for that, Cinderella?”
“I’m not ready for that.” Mr. Nolan groaned, slapping his forehead. “Slow down, you two, alright?”
“Well, you do have to call Jerry Springer in advance you know.” Erica grinned. “It takes months for them to book you on a show.”
I snorted. “It’s not that bad. Is it?”
“After last night?” Erica raised an eyebrow at me and shrugged, grabbing the door handle.
I was glad that her dad was already getting our stuff out of the trunk and hadn’t heard her. I followed them both into the house. It had always felt like home to me, but there was a newness to it now that I knew it really was home.
“Should I call her tonight?” I asked as we headed upstairs to unpack. “So she won’t worry?”
Mr. Nolan opened the door to his room and I followed, glancing over my shoulder as Erica went into hers, waving to us and calling “Goodnight!” It felt so strange that I made him leave the door open.
“I’m afraid she’ll make a scene.” He sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and kicking off his shoes.
“I’ll leave a message on her cell.” I picked up the phone next to his bed.
“She turns it off at night. It won’t ring.” He watched me as I dialed, and even though I turned around, I could still feel his eyes on me.
I edged toward the bathroom as the phone started to ring. “I’ll just get ready for bed…”
Shutting the door behind me, I sat on the edge of the tub, hearing my mother’s voice, “Hi, this is Patty, I can’t come to the phone right now…”
My intention was just to say that we got in too late and I decided to stay the night, but that isn’t how it happened. Just hearing her voice, remembering how angry she was at the restaurant when she saw us together, made something wrench a notch too tight inside of me. When the “BEEP” came, I blurted it all out, probably because it was safer telling her voice mail than telling her face-to-face.
“Mom, it’s Leah, I’m at the Nolan’s, and I’m staying here. I’m… really staying here. For good. Mr. Nolan… Rob… we’re… we’re going to live together. I love him, Mom. I really love him, and he’s asked me to move in, and I said yes.
I’m eighteen, you know. I’m an adult, and this is my decision. I hope you can understand.”
I hung up quickly, putting the phone down on the floor as if it were hot to the touch. I looked at it, waiting for it to ring, but it didn’t, so I washed my face and brushed my teeth and stripped down to my t-shirt for bed before picking the phone back up again.
“Everything okay?” He was knocking on the door.