Page 63 of Good Girls Don't Kiss and Tell (Rock Canyon, Idaho 7)

Eric clawed at the ground, trying to pull himself through as the dog played tug-of-war.

Gracie landed on the ground by his shoulder, and he had to hand it to her. For being such a girly girl, she could sure climb a fence.

Gracie grabbed something off the ground and threw it over the fence. “Get the stick, doggie.”

Brutus released Eric long enough to investigate, and Gracie grabbed the chain link and lifted it. “Hurry.”

Eric made it just before Brutus came back, barking and jumping, his big tail swinging. Eric laughed, realizing that the dog had thought it was a big game and wasn’t actually trying to eat him.

Gracie helped him to his feet, and they ran through the trees. Melvin called for Brutus several times in the distance, and by the time they made it back to the car, Eric was sure the old man had given up the chase.

They leaned over the hood, breathing hard, and when their eyes locked in the light of the moon, they both started laughing.

“God, that was crazy.”

“You’re crazy,” she said. “Next time, I’m picking the activity, and there will be no trespassing or giant dogs!”

“Deal.” Eric reached for her hand and pulled her against him. “It was still fun, though, right?”

She shrugged against him. “I guess. You know, the five minutes in the pool were pretty fantastic.”

“Five minutes? That was way longer than five minutes!”

She acted bored. “Fine, six minutes.”

He growled at her and slid his hands down her thighs, then lifted her up against his body. An owl hooted in the distance, and he carried her to the passenger side of the car as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She ran her hands over his shoulders and rubbed them into his muscles as he pressed her into the car. He held her with one arm and wrapped the other in her hair, bringing her mouth down to his. He rubbed his already hardening cock against the juncture of her thighs, and when she hungrily kissed him back, he almost ripped her pants off and fucked her again.

But he noticed the almost crisp texture of her wet hair and realized it was so cold, her hair was freezing. The last thing he wanted was her getting sick.

Their kiss broke, leaving them both panting heavily in the night. She leaned her head on his shoulder, her mouth right next to his ear. “Okay, we’ll say seven.”

He laughed roughly, shaking his head. “Let’s get the hell out of here before the cops show up.”

Eric let her slide down his body, almost groaning at the sensation, and helped her inside. He got in and turned the heat up, waiting for the car to warm.

“As nice as latent teenage rebellion is, I am ready to curl up in a nice, comfy bed.”

“Good thing you’re staying at my place, then,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. “It’s less froufrou than yours, and it’s bigger.”

She pinched his arm. “Froufrou? It’s whimsical, and my bed is very comfortable.”

“I’m sure it is, but it’s still girly and tiny.”

“I love my room.”

“Yeah, but you can’t have a real man stay over. My feet hang off the end of it by a foot!” She leaned over and slid her hand down his body. “If your legs were bent spooning me, you wouldn’t have had that issue.”

Eric shook his head. “All I can say is I am so glad your parents are in town. I want you so bad, but if I had to origami myself into that doll bed again, I might never stretch back out.”

Gracie laughed, moving back to her side of the car. “Such a drama queen. Who says I’m up for anymore sexcapades tonight, anyway?”

He pretended to pout. “You don’t want to play with me anymore?”

“I guess I could be convinced.”

Eric backed the car down the road and was just about to pull out when Gracie laughed.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

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