Page 39 of These Secret Years

It turns out, very.

Chelsea is a hell of a kisser, and that’s what got me hooked on her in the first place, but kissing Knight is on a different level. He’s hungry and aggressive, but then it’s like he realizes how aggressive he’s being and puts a leash on himself, and then he drops the leash again. It’s a roller coaster of a kiss where half the time I’m bent backward, and the other half I’ve got him shoved against the rickety old house. I’m fucking dizzy from it and hard again, but this time I don’t want to jerk off.

I take hold of his face and manage to break the suction between our mouths to say, “You keep this up, you’re gonna get fucked.”

He groans, and his mouth crashes into mine again, tongue taking me over and sending me backwards. Then he whimpers and pulls away, his forehead thudding against mine. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn sexy.”

I smooth my hands over his head, thinking maybe that will settle him down. Settle us down.

“Sorry,” he says.

I press a soft kiss on the tip of his nose and immediately regret it because his shoulders relax completely, like it meant something to him. “It takes two to make a kiss like that happen,” I say.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Thanks for thinking I’m sexy.”

He laughs softly. “You’re welcome.”

“I’m not the only guy who’d keep your secret, you know?”

“But you will, right?”

“I have so far.”

“Are you really gonna let me help you with algebra?”

“As long as you don’t actually expect me to learn algebra.”

He smiles.

“Yeah, you can be my tutor, champ. You gonna invite me to your fancy house? Sit me down at your kitchen table?”

He grins. “What movies have you been watching?”

“Never college porn,” I say with a smile, and it makes his smile widen.

“I have access to a lot of houses this summer. Some of them might even be nicer than this one.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“I mean you’re welcome to come to my house if you want. But there’s a lot of people there this time of year.”

“Right,” I say. “The twins.”

“The twins, my sisters. Uncles visit randomly. You never know.”

I can’t even imagine a house like that. “Sounds fun,” I deadpan, but I bet it really is. Fun, I mean.

“You’re welcome any time.”

“I meant fun for you.” I ease myself out of his grip and off his lap. “Is that offer to take me to my car still good?”

“You’re leaving?”

“Unless you want my dick in your ass and you have lube, then yes, I should probably be going.”

He gawks at me.