Page 32 of In Too Deep

I sit on the lounge next to Coby, eating breakfast.

East jumps up, spilling milk down his bare chest. He throws his hand in the air in obvious excitement. “Yes! I was thinking the same. You girls know this side of town. Show us around. Let’s go do something fun… or illegal, your choice.”

I chuckle as Caro rolls her eyes at him. “Well, considering what we’re all trying out for, illegal is off the cards for today. Maybe next week we can rob a bank, but today, how about we head into Marion?”

I raise my eyebrows. “The shopping centre?”

She dips her chin as the guys furrow their brows.

“Um… shopping is not my idea of fun, ladies,” East chides.

“No, but the arcade and movie cinema might be more up your alley?” I suggest. Coby smirks.

East purses his lips and wipes the milk from his chest. “Yeah, okay, movies and games could be cool. What do you think, bro?”

“I’m up for it,” Coby offers.

Caro jumps up, clapping her hands together. “Right, let’s get dressed and head out. We can go to the arcade and then to the movies.”

“Okay.” I stand up along with Coby. We take our bowls to the sink as Caro and East race off to her room.

“This should be an interesting day,” Coby remarks. I agree.

“Those two together loose in the world. The possibilities are endless.” I grab Coby’s hand and head to my room so we can get changed.

Not long later, we head out to Caro’s car. The honey bee colour shines brightly off the small Kia Picanto.

East screws up his face while inspecting her car. “What the fuck is this?” East chides.

“What? She’s my baby,” Caro defends, hitting theunlockbutton on her keys.

“It’s tiny!” East exclaims.

“So’s your cock, but you don’t hear me shouting about it for the whole neighbourhood to hear.”

East gapes as Caro gives him a sly smile.

He shakes his head. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

She pouts. “I like it when you tell me off.”

He groans, rearranging his cock.

“Okay, can we go before you guys fuck against the side of the tiny car with your tiny cock?” Coby demands.

“Yes, let’s go, shotgun,” East calls.

He races to the front passenger side and jumps in. I smile at Coby, making a small, deliberate head motion.

“This day is going to be epic, isn’t it?” I ask.

He chuckles. “Either epic or tragic.”

We walk to the car and slide in the back. East is so tall he turns his head to the side at the front to fit inside.

“Jesus Christ, Caro! If we’re gonna be friends, we need to sort out this car. Put a sunroof over my head or something so I can shove my head out the top while you’re driving.”

She chuckles. “Now, where would the fun be in that? I like you suffering.”

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