Page 68 of Sunflower

Joey,

We texted you, but we didn’t get a response.

In case our message disappeared into the electronic ether, we thought we’d try the old-fashioned, time-honored, and traditional way of leaving a note on the fridge for you.

We’re out for the night, so you’ll have to fend for yourself.

Don’t burn the house down.

Dad

“I swear to God, Dad has never had any faith in me.” I fingered the edge of the note before plucking it from the fridge and handing it to Callum, then digging through the pockets of my jacket for my phone. Sure enough, there was a text from Erin saying that they’d gone out to visit with some friends of theirs for a late Thanksgiving dinner. I texted her a thumbs up emoji to let her know I’d seen it.

“To be fair, youdidaccidentally set fire to that frypan when you were seventeen…” Callum muttered absently as he read the note before putting it down on the kitchen bench.

Gasping in faux alarm, I dropped my phone on the counter and whirled on him, one hand set lightly on my chest. “Theytoldyou about that?!”

“I think they told the whole neighborhood by the end of the next day,mo lus na gréine,”Callum admitted while he searched the cupboards for something.

“The traitors.” I watched as he silently fist-pumped the air and removed a large Ziploc bag from the shelf below the sink. “How very dare they! Here I was thinking they had my back all this time, and instead, they blurted my most shameful secret to the nice, old Albanian couple from down the street who thought I was an angel who did no wrong. No wonder Mrs. Arbnori started trying to set me up with one of her grandchildren.” I switched to a heavily accented voice, gruff from her years as a smoker. “You need someone to cook for you,i dashur. My Betsy, she suit you well. I set up, yes?”

Callum snorted at my terrible imitation of the dear old lady, even as he zipped my scarf into the baggie. Leaving the scarf on the kitchen bench next to my jacket and phone, he motioned me over to the nearby dining table, opened his backpack to grab the sweeper out, then ran it over me. “I bet Amelia would’ve been pissed.”

Even as I held my arms out to the side, I laughed. “Oh, you have no idea. The bitching I heard every time Mrs. Arbnori caught us in the street and talked about her granddaughter… You know, she asked Amelia why she never brought a home-cooked pie here for me when she came to visit?” I grinned at the now-fond memory. “The look she gave Mrs. Arbnori… If she’d been able to, Amelia would have disintegrated her on the spot.”

Callum chuckled as he put the sweeper back in his backpack and gave me a thumbs up.

Breathing a sigh of relief I felt from my toes, I drew him in for a hug. We’d been under so much stress the past day or so, and I desperately needed to feel him near me. Desire bloomed inside me as I nuzzled into his neck, nipping at the tendon and making him moan. He leaned his head to the side to give me moreroom, and I took full advantage, sucking and licking as my hands roamed his back, dipping under his loose sweater and making it ride up with every caress. “Wanna go upstairs? Get clean so we can get dirty?”

He pulled back, his eyes half-hooded as he gazed at me with a dazed but lustful smile, and nodded slowly.

God, he was beautiful.

Taking his hand in mine, I led him up the stairs and into the main bathroom. Even though our parents had said they wouldn’t be home for the night, I still locked the door. There was no way I was going to take any chances that they’d come home early for any reason and accidentally walk in on us.

“Do you have supplies?” I asked him as I backed him into the closed door, picking up where I’d left off down in the dining room and nuzzling into his neck again. I nipped and sucked my way up to his earlobe where I could nibble and wait out his moans.

“Pocket…” he muttered, his head thunking against the door while he dragged his palms up my sides, gathering my top as he went, before searching for and tweaking my nipples. His already hard cock drilled into my hip as he moved me until I was straddling his thigh, rutting against him and reveling in the friction.

My hands went searching in his pockets for his wallet, eventually finding it after I fondled the bulge in his jeans a few times to makeabsolutely sureit wasn’t in his front pockets. It only resulted in him groaning and bucking against me.

Oh, what a shame.

Basking in the feel of him gripping my ass and pulling me towards him so he could grind against me, it took far longer than it should have for me to dig through his wallet and find what I was looking for. I took out what I needed and dropped his wallet on the floor, before rotating us enough to move into the shower.Stretching one hand out to balance us, and the other to pop the supplies onto the built in ledge for later, I resumed my attack on his neck.

Callum’s hands weren’t idle. As we moved, he clung to my waist so neither of us would tumble before he dragged himself away from my probing lips to lift both my t-shirt and sweater off and dumping them on the tiles next to where his wallet lay. Groaning as his hands ran over my back before dipping into the waistband of my jeans, he flexed his spread fingers against my ass and swung us around once more until I was backed into the corner of the shower.

“Christ,” I muttered as he sank down onto his knees, deftly undoing my jeans and tugging them and my boxer briefs down together, lifting one foot then the other to get them off me entirely.

After tossing them in the same direction as my other clothes, he sat back on his heels as he looked at me in awe. Even though my stiff cock was pointing straight at him, he ignored it, preferring to sweep his gaze from my eyes down to my toes and back again like I was a delicacy only his eyes could relish. Once he’d had his fill, he leaned forward to lick a stripe up my length, but I gently pushed him back.

“You’re still far too dressed, sweetness,” I said, smirking at all the clothes he was still wearing, while I stood naked in front of him.

“Am I?” he asked dazedly before looking down at himself. “Holy fuck. So, I am.” He ripped his sweater and t-shirt off and threw them behind him, not caring where they landed, before he stood up and attacked his jeans. After stroking my cock as I watched him hop a couple of times to get each foot free, then collide with the wall when he lost his balance, I eventually took pity on him and took over the job of undressing him.

It wassucha chore.

“Careful, baby,” I murmured. In a reversal of positions, I kneeled in front of him to slowly drag his boxers down, giving him enough time to regain his balance. I threw them behind me as I leaned forward to suckle at his cockhead while one hand gently fondled his balls. Humming when I felt his fingers thread through my hair, I swallowed him down, letting his length drag along my tongue before slowly drawing back and kissing the tip. Pulling away, a thin string of saliva connected my lips to his cock, the sight of which made me grin and him groan.

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