Page 8 of Dear, Carson McDermott
I couldn’t help but laugh with him.
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I pressed my fob so that the doors unlocked for Katerina. She glanced up at me, she didn’t stop her phone conversation but the way she eyed me made me want to lick her from head to toe. I licked my lips thinking of how hard it was for me to stop kissing her and go to practice. I have never had a dry humping session that I could remember. She was hard to resist. She followed every movement my tongue made, and she smirked as she made her way into the truck.
When I finally got into the truck, she was off the phone and putting on her seatbelt. I eyed her from her pretty little head to her canvas shoes covered feet. Between practice and now, she had put her hair up in a bun. I wanted to reach out and touch the back of her neck.
“Take a picture, it lasts longer.” She said as she focused her attention on her phone.
“So childish,” I said which caused her to snicker before I started the truck. I drove out of the school parking lot driving in the direction of my house instead of hers.
“Where are we going?” She asked.
“My house, I’m way too nervous. I have to see what mail came in today.”
“Please tell me there’s food. I’m so hungry, I could eat an entire horse.” Katerina exclaimed.
I laughed,
“I’m sure we can order something. What do you want? Chinese?” I teased.
I looked her way while we were at a red light. I was glad I did because she placed a hand over her heart and peered at me through her eyelashes.
“Oh darlin’, a man after my own heart,” She attempted her best Tennessee accent.
“I do not sound like that,” I knew I had a goofy smile on my face from the way she was smiling at me.
“You do,” she said. “Now, drive. People are starting to honk at you, crazy boy.”
“You haven’ seen crazy jus yet, darlin’,” I said still refusing to drive off.
The cars were really honking at me thinking I was going to move when I didn’t feel like it.
“Why are you not moving, Carson?” Katerina asked me.
“I want a kiss,” I said as a matter of fact.
Katerina laughed.
“What in the entire hell? Okay, I’ll give you one when we get to your house. What I won’t do is get cussed out because you think you’ll die if you don’t taste my lips.”
I gave her my best puppy dog eyes which she threw her hand over her mouth to stop from laughing even louder. I knew it was good and silly when she snorted.
“Did I pull it off?” I asked her.
She nodded, trying to get her laughing in control.
“Just drive before I slap the shit out of you.” She threatened through her laughing fit.
The light thankfully turned green again, I began driving off.
“You promise, darlin’?”
She scoffed.
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When we got to my house, Katerina went straight to the pantry. She knew where we kept the good stuff.
