Page 27 of Rookie Mistake

“Sleepy,” she mumbles while I part her thighs and drag the warm cloth over her, cleaning her. Sex has always been good. Great, even, with the right girl.

Butthis?

This is something entirely different. This is fucking cosmic. Indescribable.

Not that I’ve ever been good with words, but they fail me right now.

This girl is going to bring me to my knees. Again. And I’d gladly stay there if it meant I could taste her cunt again.

This was the best sex of my life.

I flop down onto the mattress next to her and gather her into my arms, both of us taking a second to catch our breath.

“Oh fuck,” Zara whispers a while later. I’ve almost drifted off when her body suddenly goes tense against me. “Shit, shit, shit.”

A car door shuts outside, and her emerald eyes widen. She looks so goddamn pretty right now, her hair mussed from my fingers, her lips still swollen and pink from my mouth that I honestly am having a hard time focusing on anything else.

Can you blame me?

Suddenly, she scrambles away from me and out of the bed before I can even ask what the fuck’s happening. She starts searching blindly for her discarded clothes, and when she sees I’m still lying there with my dick out, she halts.

“You have to go.Now.”

Then my T-shirt comes flying toward me, nailing me in the face. I pull it off, staring over at her in confusion. “What? Why? Give me like ten minutes, and I’m good to go again.”

She pulls the tank over her head and starts to pull up her panties, shaking her head. “No, you don’t understand. My brother has apparently decided to come home tonight, even though he wasn’t supposed to be coming home, and he cannot find you here. He’ll never let me out of the house again. Davis, seriously, get dressed!”

I haven’t even been able to bask in the glow of the mind-blowing sex we just had, and she’s already kicking me out.

Damn.

Rising from the bed, I hurriedly tug my T-shirt over my head, then grab my briefs from the floor and slide them on.

“You’re not allowed to have people over?”

“Not guys. My brother is… stupid and overprotective. He’ll lose his mind if he catches you here, and I do not feel like dealing with his shit tonight,” she says as she walks over to the window and peers out of it. “You’re gonna have to go out the window.”

“Be for real,” I laugh.

When I see her expression, that it’s dead serious, my eyes widen. “You want me to sneak out of your window?”

She nods, chewing on the corner of her lip and scrunching her nose. “Yeah, sorry.”

Smirking, I shrug. “Well, this is a first. I actually haven’t ever snuck out of someone’s window before.”

I quickly pull her to me and press my lips to hers, stealing a kiss because if I’m crawling out of a goddamn window like we’re in high school again, I’ve gotta taste those lips one more time.

She giggles against my mouth as she pushes at my chest, pulling away. “Stop it. Pants. You have to find your pa—” There’s a noise outside of her bedroom door, and she freezes, cursing quietly. “Shit.”

“Zara, who’s in your room?” a deep voice comes from the other side of the door.

There’s a pause, and she sighs, shaking her head. “No one. Go away.”

“Fuck that. I’m not going away,” the voice replies just as I find my pants next to her desk. The door flies open, and I’m standing there like a deer in fucking headlights in nothing but my briefs, covering my dick with my balled-up shorts.

Of course, the first time we hook up, we get busted by her brother,pantless.

Because that’s just my fucking luck.

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