Beware of Bad Boy(80)

“Because,” she said in between kisses.

“Because why?” I asked in between more kisses.

“Because I can tell by your face you enjoyed art club.”

“It was alright,” I said noncommittally. “What’d you do while I was in there? Sit out here, waiting for me? Yearning for me?”

“Psh, whatever! I went to the gym to watch cheerleading practice.” She looked shy and embarrassed, avoiding my eyes.

“Thinking about rejoining?”

“Maybe,” she admitted softly as her cheeks turned pink.

“You know I’ll support whatever makes you happy, right?” I tipped her chin up to look into her blue eyes.

She sighed. “I miss it. Plus, it was a good dance workout Monday through Friday. I’m going to get out of shape if I don’t rejoin or start going to the gym.”

Holding her hand as we walked out to my car, I brought her hand up to my mouth and sucked on the tip of her index finger. “I can think of another good workout you could try.”

Gianna gasped, yanking her hand away. “You are so bad.”

“You love it.” I ran the back of my fingers along her cheek. “And I love it when you blush for me.”

“It’s not every day that some guy starts sucking on my body parts,” she whispered as if we had an audience.

I laughed at her embarrassment. “I’d hope not. Don’t forget, you owe me an hour in my room tonight. There are many parts of you that have yet to be sucked on.”

Her cheeks went from pink to red. I imagined what other parts of her body I could make blush. Perhaps I’d find out tonight.

I teased my girlfriend the whole way home by hinting at all the things I was going to do to her tonight. I planned on doing everything short of actually having sex with her. I’d rather my nosy stepmother not be downstairs baking or knitting or whatever the hell she did, while I was having sex with Gianna for the first time. We’d go to my mom’s place for that. When my mom wasn’t there, obviously.

“My god, Caleb Morrison! You are such a pervert!” Gianna turned the radio up to drown out my naughty words, but the song on the radio was “Bedrock” by Young Money. I laughed as she fumbled to turn it back down.

“What’s the matter, Gianna? Does that song make you think of how I’m gonna make your bed rock tonight?” I grabbed high up on her thigh and squeezed. She squealed and pushed my hand away.

“I’ve made a deal with the devil. But it’ll be your bed rocking. Your room, remember?” Gianna didn’t seem too enthused. It hurt a man’s pride. Maybe she doubted my seduction skills. I’d just have to enlighten the poor girl.

“All this talk is making me hard-” I started saying.

Gianna interrupted so I couldn’t go on, “You are such a pervert! My virgin ears are burning!”

“That’s not all that’ll be burning by the time I’m through with you.”

“Pervert!” Gianna yelled, covering her ears. She was trying so hard not to laugh.

“Now that you mention it-” I began, but Gianna cut me off again.

“Crap!” Gianna sounded panicked and I swung my head to see what caught her attention.

Pulling up in front of the house, I understood what she was referring to. Parked right in the driveway like it belonged was a big black truck. “What the hell is he doing here?”

Gianna had her face in her hands, muffling curses. “Take one guess.”

“I’m going to kick his ass. Again.” I took my time getting out of the car and going around to Gianna’s side.

“No, I’m not getting out. I don’t want to deal with her.”

When Gianna didn’t budge, I reached down to unbuckle her seatbelt and pull her out. “You’re making me think you’re ashamed of me, princess.”

Gianna looked at me with wide eyes. “I’m not ashamed of you! I just don’t want to deal with my mother freaking out about you.”

“In my opinion, I think Josh is doing us a favor. It’s about time this came out in the open.” I guided her forcefully towards the front door.

Before I could open it, Josh came waltzing out with a satisfied smile on his face. He looked momentarily surprised to see us, but his smile soon returned. I let go of Gianna to shove him to the ground.

Gianna stepped between us, placing her hands on my chest. “He’s not worth it, Caleb. We have bigger problems to worry about.”

I looked at her, then down at Josh, then back at her. “Let’s get this over with.” Before going into the house, though, I kicked Josh in his knee. As I slammed the front door shut, I saw him limping to his truck. I’d still beat that fucker later.