Page 52 of The Jackpot Screwer
“What the hell is going on?” I cried.
Two heads parted, Austen’s dirty blond one swung around to me while his hand still hung in the air over the boob of the black-haired girl who was desperately trying to bury her face in his chest.
“Carter,” Austen gasped, his deep voice proving his balls had finally dropped. “It’s not what you think.”
“What that you were just about to get to second base. I bet not.” I took a step closer to them and realized it was Doc Browning’s youngest daughter, Peggy, who he’d been sucking the face off. “And you, Peggy, do your folks know you’re here?”
The Doc and his family only lived a couple of blocks away, but it was almost dark, so I doubted whether she’d asked for permission to visit.
Peggy’s head shot up. “They think I’m still over at Vicki’s house two doors down. Please don’t tell them.”
Austen looked down at her and his face softened. “Carter won’t spill, he’s a good guy.”
I kinda preened a little that Austen would say that about me, but even I knew he was probably playing me.
“Austin, I think you better make sure Peggy gets home, don’t you?”
“It’s okay,” Peggy cried, grabbing hold of Austen’s hand. “My dad is on his way to pick me up.”
“You won’t tell, will you, Carter?” Austen asked, his eyes begging me. “She’s only been here a few minutes.”
“He’s telling the truth,” Peggy added. “I was visiting with Vicki when Austen texted me that he was here.”
Damn, they looked so scared and I was a sucker for young love.
“I won’t say anything, but you best go wait for your dad.” I nodded toward the gate leading out to the driveway. “Austen make sure Peggy gets into her dad’s car—maybe, without him seeing you.”
He nodded and grabbing her hand dragged her away from the house.
I was still smiling to myself when a few minutes later, Austen sidled up beside me.
“Can I ask you something?” He winced and scratched his head.
“Sure, but did Peggy’s dad come get her?”
“Yeah, I waited but he didn’t see me. So, can I ask you?”
With my beer paused at my mouth, I nodded, happy that he’d seen his girlfriend safe.
“How do you know if you’re ready for sex.”
The beer that had only just entered my mouth came shooting straight back out.
“You don’t at fourteen, dude.” I coughed, swiping at the beer dripping down my chin onto my tee.
“Yeah, but I’m kinda getting the feelings,” Austen hissed putting his mouth closer to my ear. “You know, down there.”
I blinked twice and then blew out a breath. “I… ah… I’m not sure… I guess.”
“What’s going on guys?” Hunter came between us and slapped a hand on each of our backs.
Looking at Austen, I pointed at him and blew out a breath before scrubbing my hand down my face.
“I’m asking Carter for advice,” Austen whispered. “About s-e-x.”
Hunter took a step back and looked at me. “You gave him advice about s-e-x.”
“You do know it’s my twenty-seventh birthday today,” I cried. “You don’t have to spell it out for me and why the fuck are we spelling it out anyway?”
