Page 6 of Their Little Sugar Plum
I’m so happy for Violet. Frankly, a bit shocked as well. She was dating Callum four days ago, and now…she has two new boyfriends.
Good riddance to Callum.
But two boyfriends. Not gonna lie, I’m a little envious. When I was searching the SexFest site for images to share with Jonah, I kept finding images and gifs of two men with one woman. And I liked them. A lot.
And now I’m driving down a recently snow-cleared road with Violet’s dad, sitting on top of the stain I made on the seat.
I want to both climb onto his lap and die of embarrassment. Why is the humiliation making me so horny?
I glance at Mr. Clark from the corner of my eye. His focus is on the road, but he’s frowning.
“Are you worried about Violet?” I ask.
“Not anymore. It was pretty clear those two are already in love with her.”
“I agree.” I glance quickly at him before staring out the window, at the rows and rows of evergreen trees we pass.
“Have you checked in with your boyfriend? He might be worried about you. Let him know you’re on your way home.”
“Right.” I feel my face flush with embarrassment. Again.
Mr. Clark gives me a knowing glance. “Text him, Mikayla.”
Oh, fuck, why did he have to say my name out loud? My name, in his voice, just caused another gush of arousal between my legs. When I get out of this seat, it’s going to look like I wet myself.
I take my phone out of my bag on the floorboard. I unlock it and pull up my message thread with Jonah. Hi. On my way back from the cabin with Mr. Clark.
Jonah’s response is immediate. Have you seen him looking at you?
I sneak another glance at Mr. Clark. He meets my gaze head-on. He did look at me a few times during breakfast with Violet and her new boyfriends, but I’m not sure if that’s what Jonah means. I text back, I don’t know.
Ask him.
I suck in a big breath. I can’t do that. I shake my head at my phone, mentally arguing with Jonah.
“What’s wrong?” Mr. Clark’s voice pulls me back to the here and now.
“N-nothing.” I clench the phone in my hand.
“Something’s wrong. You can’t lie to me, Mikayla.”
I press my lips together.
My phone buzzes in my hand with Jonah’s newest text. Have you asked him? Do it now, pet.
I can’t get around it. “Um, Jonah wants me to ask if you were looking at me.”
Is it just me, or did the corner of Mr. Clark’s mouth go up, like he’s trying not to smile? I have to be imagining it.
“I was looking at you.” His voice is soft, but low.
I’m waiting, pet.
I quickly text Jonah back. Yes, he was looking at me.
I can imagine the scheming look on Jonah’s face as his next message comes through. Ask if he wants to do more than look.
Ah, crap. Crap crap crap. No, I can’t do it. I’ll text my safe word back to him and this will end, and I can go home and get out of Mr. Clark’s car with my dignity intact.
