Page 63 of Opposites (Never) Attract
If you make this deal, a partnership is on the line.
I was starting to wonder if I even liked carrots.
“Everything okay with work?” Mom called out from the kitchen.
“Yep.” I lied, because what would be the point of telling her the truth? “They told me to take all the time I need,” I called out to her, as I made my way back to the kitchen. My pot pie would be cold, and my stomach was in absolute knots, but I took the plate anyway and popped it into the microwave.
After all, it was my favorite.
THIRTEEN
SUNSHINE/KAITLYN
“I can’t believeI’m doing this,” I muttered, even as I opened my bedroom window. I felt like a teenage girl doing something naughty, and if I knew Tag like I thought I knew Tag – that was the whole point.
It was close to midnight, just twenty minutes since I got the text from Tag.
Tag: I wanna play.
That was it, and for twenty minutes I waited for him to come knocking on the front door, lifting his hat to my mom like he wasn’t going to defile me as soon as we were alone. But he didn’t come to my front door. Instead he threw pebbles at my bedroom window. When I opened it, because there was no doubt I was going to, Tag was standing outside where I could see him, under the big bur oak tree, in the moonlight.
He pointed to the tree near my window. “It’s climbable,” he called up to me.
“I know it’s climbable,” I said. “It’s my tree.”
“Then, what are you waiting for, darlin?”
I might have been worried about waking my mother, but she was on the other side of the house and had gone to bed before ten. She was dead to the world at this point. More likely was the fact that I was inherently a good girl. I did not sneak out of the house. I did not leave the house through means other than the doors. And maybe that was an experience missing from my teen years, one I’m sure my younger siblings all had.
So, this, sneaking out to fuck around with Tag? More than made up for it.
Barefoot, wearing Harmony’s sleep shorts and an old t-shirt I found in my dresser drawer, I was so turned on I couldn’t keep my body still.
I was not someone who had rocks thrown at her window in the middle of the night and was told to sneak out of the house. I was not someone who climbed down trees to meet someone for secret sex assignations.
But right now, all I wanted was for him to touch me. Tell me what to do. Teach me how to suck his cock just the way he liked. I wanted to listen to him get off. What kind of sound would he make? A grunt? A growl? What would he say to me?
Good girl.
The sheer excitement of the moment overrode any sense of caution I might have.
I tossed on Harmony’s boots, climbed out the window, and onto the branch that reached closest to the window.
Tag stood at the bottom of the tree, legs braced wide, hands on his hips, no doubt ready to catch me if I fell. With only a few feet left, I jumped, my knees absorbing the drop for a second, and then I was standing in front of him.
Grinning like a fool.
He was wearing his familiar dark denim jacket, jeans and a smirk.
“You didn’t take the time to put on a sweater,” he admonished me, as he took off his coat and put it over my shoulders.
“I didn’t think about it,” I admitted, pushing my arms through the sleeves that fell below my hands. The wind was blowing across the plains, and even though it was a relatively warm night, I could feel goose bumps break out on my legs.
The coat smelled like Tag. His deodorant or soap. When he wasn’t looking, I buried my nose in the collar, absorbing the smell into my cells.
“Follow me,” he said, taking my hand and leading me out towards the barn. We didn’t have horses, but that’s where Harmony used to keep all her injured or unloved animals, (smaller than a horse). The alpacas all stayed out in the open fenced in fields, so I knew they wouldn’t bother us.
“Why didn’t you just tell me to meet you on the porch?” I said. I had to jog to keep up with his long strides.
