Page 61 of Every Broken Promise
His taunt should have pissed me off, but instead, I cried out when he touched my swollen clit.
I had never been this turned on in my life. I was getting close to start begging, saying his name if it meant he would finish me off.
Consequences be damned.
“You want to come, baby?”
Him calling me baby did funny things to me. I was a strong independent woman, and it was pathetic how much that word reduced me to a fucking wet puddle.
I was about to open my mouth, give him what he wanted, and say his name, when there was a knock on the door.
“Tyler.” I instantly recognized Mr. Kane’s sleepy voice.
Both Tyler and I panicked. He removed his hand from my pants, and I felt like someone had doused me in cold water. When I heard the doorknob begin to turn, my hands went to Tyler’s forearms and pushed him off me.
“Fuck,” he groaned at the same time the door came open.
Don’t ask me why I reached for the covers, but I did. I put them up as if I were naked and needed shielding. The action probably made me look as guilty as I felt.
“Thatcher and Jodi are look?—”
Mr. Kane stopped talking when he made eye contact with me.
“Astrid.” He said my name softly, and despite my mortification, I smiled at him.
“Mr. Kane,” I managed to squeak.
“Call me Mark. Mr. Kane was my father.” He repeated the same thing he had told me a thousand times. He then looked down to the floor, where Tyler sat with a pillow over his lap.
My cheeks burned, and I was sure my face was beet red. A pillow in a guy’s lap was like the universal code for ‘I’m hard, and I don’t want you to see it.’ Mr. Kane raised all boys; he had to know what it meant.
How the hell did I end up like this?
It had to be that stupid little aphrodisiac crystal.
“What’s up, Dad,” Ty said, his voice sounding normal.
“Thatcher called, he and Jodi were looking for Astrid,” he repeated.
“Oh my God, my parents,” I screamed, jumping out of the bed. “I have to go.”
“It’s okay. I’ll let them know you’re here,” Mr. Kane said as he pulled out his phone. He quickly stepped out and closed the door behind him as if me being in Tyler’s room was something that happened often.
“Astrid,” Tyler said as he got up.
“Don’t talk to me.” I pointed a finger at him and refused to look him in the eye. “I need to go. My parents must’ve been worried sick.”
“Beautiful,” he said softly as he stepped toward me. I looked at his bare feet instead of making eye contact.
He had been holding on to me—touching me. The things he said had my brain spinning.
I looked around and found my shoes. I leaned down to get them, then ran out.
“Mark,” I yelled as if that would save me. “Can you please give me a ride back home?”
I heard Tyler curse after me, but I kept running until I made it to his dad.
Now here Isat in Mr. Kane’s truck while he drove my ass home. To say I was embarrassed was putting it lightly. I felt like I was doing the walk of shame with a twist.
