Page 126 of You Had Me At Thirteen

No, I don’t know. Elaborate dickhead.

‘How long’s it been since you’ve spoken to my dad?’

Eli sits back in his chair, leaning back with his hands behind his head. ‘Jeez, must be going on ten years now.’

I nod. This guy is even more full of shit than I thought. My dad didn’t grow up in this town, so why would he be looking for him here?

‘What school did you say you went to with my dad?’

Eli narrows his eyes on me, daring me to keep digging his grave. He knows I’m on to him, but I intend to keep my wits about me until I figure out what my dad has gotten himself into.

Sue clears her throat and smiles at Eli. ‘Anyone want dessert?’

I smirk at Matilda. ‘I’d love dessert.’

She rakes her finger across her neck, and mouths,I’ll kill you. Her cheeks flush a pretty pink as she glances between her mum and Dickhead, much like the colour of her pretty pussy.

My thoughts make my dick even harder, so I adjust myself again before grabbing Matilda’s hand and placing it on my erection.

She yanks her hand away and bolts upright, almost tipping over her chair. ‘I’ll clear the plates,’ she says, grabbing the plates and stacking them.

I snort into my hand and continue to watch my girlfriend fumble around, grabbing items from the table. But Sue focuses on Eli, too busy to notice what we’re doing.

Once I know the outline of my dick isn’t showing through my jeans, I jump up to help Matilda take everything into the kitchen.

When we’re out of earshot, Matilda whips her head towards me. ‘What the hell, Wren? You’re being so rude to Eli.’

I scoff. ‘Please. The guy is a walking dick hole. He’s lucky I don’t challenge him to a fight.’

Matilda’s eyes widen, her mouth set tight on her pretty face, her nostrils flaring as she puts her hands on her hips. ‘You wouldn’t.’

God she’s cute when she’s mad at me. Doesn’t she realise it just makes me want to piss her off even more?

‘No, Matilda. I wouldn’t embarrass him in front of your mum.’

‘Whatever,’ she says as she bends over to stack the plates into the dishwasher. ‘Just stop being an arse.’

With her bent over, it gives me the perfect opportunity to push up behind her and press my hard cock between her arse cheeks. I brush my fingers over the exposed skin on her stomach, sending a shiver up her spine, and her entire body breaking out in goosebumps.

‘You want this cock inside you, baby?’ I whisper against her ear. ‘I’ll take you right here and make Eli and your mum listen to you scream my name.’

She whimpers and pushes back against me. ‘Fuck off,’ she says, a playfulness in her tone when she grinds herself into my crotch.

A growl escapes and I hold onto her hips before she does any more damage. ‘Your body wants me even when you’re pissed at me, baby. Can’t deny what your body wants.’ I slap her arse, making her yelp.

‘There is such a thing as hate fucking, Wren.’

‘Hate fucking?’ I raise an eyebrow and step back to press my back against the kitchen counter, gripping the edge of the granite. ‘Sounds fun.’

She narrows her brown eyes on me, her full lips pursed and I’m guessing she’s trying to come up with something smart to say, but she comes up short, instead resorting to stomping her feet on the ground and packing the rest of the dirty dishes and cutlery into the dishwasher.

Every time she bends over, I imagine everything I want to do to her. When she’s finished, she growls at me – literally – then walks back into the dining room. I follow close behind her, laughing to myself at how much of a brat she is.

I’ll fuck that out of her later.

When we reach the dining room, Eli has his hand threaded through Sue’s hair while they attempt to choke each other with their tongues.

‘Christ, Mum,’ Matilda says, covering her eyes. ‘I’m still scarred from the last time.’

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