into me, shaking the table from the impact.
He pulls my legs from their locked position behind his back.
“Grab your legs,” he
demands.
I lie back on the table
and grab my thighs to keep them in the air while he moves against me. He brings
his hard length out all the way before slamming it back into me, making me
scream out with each thrust. Pain, pleasure, I can’t decipher between the two.
His fingers begin stroking me and as he alternates between rubbing and tapping
me. It isn’t long before I’m screaming. He collapses against my chest, pulsing
against me. He rests for a second before pulling out and putting his clothes
back on.
“You’re great,” he
says, bending back over to kiss me on the cheek.
“You, too.”
“We better get this
beer out to the party before people get pissed.”
He throws my bottoms in
my lap and begins setting up the cooler with ice and beer. When the beer is in
the cooler, he puts a hand on my cheek and gazes into my eyes.
“I want to take you
out,” he says. “I don’t mean to fuck. I don’t know, I like myself when I’m with
you. You see more than my family name.”
Mischa doesn’t date. We
all know this. He spends time with girls, but he never takes them out. I want
to scream and jump up and down. I want to cry. I want to tell the world, but
“Really?” is all I can say.
“Yes, I definitely do.”
He sets a beer beside
me before picking up the cooler and walking away. I’m left in a state of awe,
shock, and admiration.
Mischa Cromwell wants
to take me out.
Mischa left minutes
ago, but I can’t seem to gather my
bearings to leave this garage. I creep to the front of the garage and press the
control to open the automatic door. It takes forever for the door to lift, but
when it does, I tiptoe out into the bright sun and look around the driveway.
Not sure where to go or what to do, but I’m not ready to go back to the party.
“Looking for someone?”
a voice calls out.
I spin around, my heart
racing, to see Killian standing in his driveway only yards away.
“Killian, you scared
me.” I put my hand to my chest and bend over slightly to catch my breath.
His hair is slicked
back against his head like he’s just gotten out of the shower and a pair of
jeans sit snugly against his hips. I’ve never seen him without a shirt on, but
he’s got a ripped six-pack that I’d love to run my fingers across. I raise my
eyes to his face, but it’s too late, the damage has already been done.
“Were you checking me
out?” he asks with a smug look.
“No! Gross.” My face
pinches up in horror. I’m not interested in Killian, but what’s the harm in
checking out a good physique.
“Why are you sneaking
out of your garage?” he asks.
“Why are you hanging
around my garage?”
He points to his dog
that’s jumping around his front yard. “Adama needed to go to the bathroom. I
heard the door open and decided to see who emerged from the great beyond.”
I hold my hands out for
the golden cocker spaniel to come to me, but he’s too busy chasing bugs and
ignores me.
“Fine, Adama! I don’t
like you anyway.”
Sarcasm rolls off
Killian’s tongue. “He feels your pain.”
“You wanna join us?” I
say, pointing to my backyard, where the noise level has almost reached
intolerable levels.
His gaze falters, but
he shakes his head. “A high school party? No, thanks. I have some friends
coming over in a few.”
“Hey, we’re not all
that bad.”
“Well, you’re different than the others. You’re….you.”
“I try.” I bow
slightly. “How’s your mom and dad?”
He opens his mouth to
answer, but we’re interrupted by Mischa opening the gate from the backyard and
walking over.
“I’ve been looking for
you everywhere.” He wraps an arm around my waist and gives me a kiss on the
cheek. Killian’s gaze hardens as he watches us.
“Hey, I’m Mischa
Cromwell.” Mischa holds out a hand, which Killian shakes. They have to know
each other,
He pulls my legs from their locked position behind his back.
“Grab your legs,” he
demands.
I lie back on the table
and grab my thighs to keep them in the air while he moves against me. He brings
his hard length out all the way before slamming it back into me, making me
scream out with each thrust. Pain, pleasure, I can’t decipher between the two.
His fingers begin stroking me and as he alternates between rubbing and tapping
me. It isn’t long before I’m screaming. He collapses against my chest, pulsing
against me. He rests for a second before pulling out and putting his clothes
back on.
“You’re great,” he
says, bending back over to kiss me on the cheek.
“You, too.”
“We better get this
beer out to the party before people get pissed.”
He throws my bottoms in
my lap and begins setting up the cooler with ice and beer. When the beer is in
the cooler, he puts a hand on my cheek and gazes into my eyes.
“I want to take you
out,” he says. “I don’t mean to fuck. I don’t know, I like myself when I’m with
you. You see more than my family name.”
Mischa doesn’t date. We
all know this. He spends time with girls, but he never takes them out. I want
to scream and jump up and down. I want to cry. I want to tell the world, but
“Really?” is all I can say.
“Yes, I definitely do.”
He sets a beer beside
me before picking up the cooler and walking away. I’m left in a state of awe,
shock, and admiration.
Mischa Cromwell wants
to take me out.
Mischa left minutes
ago, but I can’t seem to gather my
bearings to leave this garage. I creep to the front of the garage and press the
control to open the automatic door. It takes forever for the door to lift, but
when it does, I tiptoe out into the bright sun and look around the driveway.
Not sure where to go or what to do, but I’m not ready to go back to the party.
“Looking for someone?”
a voice calls out.
I spin around, my heart
racing, to see Killian standing in his driveway only yards away.
“Killian, you scared
me.” I put my hand to my chest and bend over slightly to catch my breath.
His hair is slicked
back against his head like he’s just gotten out of the shower and a pair of
jeans sit snugly against his hips. I’ve never seen him without a shirt on, but
he’s got a ripped six-pack that I’d love to run my fingers across. I raise my
eyes to his face, but it’s too late, the damage has already been done.
“Were you checking me
out?” he asks with a smug look.
“No! Gross.” My face
pinches up in horror. I’m not interested in Killian, but what’s the harm in
checking out a good physique.
“Why are you sneaking
out of your garage?” he asks.
“Why are you hanging
around my garage?”
He points to his dog
that’s jumping around his front yard. “Adama needed to go to the bathroom. I
heard the door open and decided to see who emerged from the great beyond.”
I hold my hands out for
the golden cocker spaniel to come to me, but he’s too busy chasing bugs and
ignores me.
“Fine, Adama! I don’t
like you anyway.”
Sarcasm rolls off
Killian’s tongue. “He feels your pain.”
“You wanna join us?” I
say, pointing to my backyard, where the noise level has almost reached
intolerable levels.
His gaze falters, but
he shakes his head. “A high school party? No, thanks. I have some friends
coming over in a few.”
“Hey, we’re not all
that bad.”
“Well, you’re different than the others. You’re….you.”
“I try.” I bow
slightly. “How’s your mom and dad?”
He opens his mouth to
answer, but we’re interrupted by Mischa opening the gate from the backyard and
walking over.
“I’ve been looking for
you everywhere.” He wraps an arm around my waist and gives me a kiss on the
cheek. Killian’s gaze hardens as he watches us.
“Hey, I’m Mischa
Cromwell.” Mischa holds out a hand, which Killian shakes. They have to know
each other,
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