“I’m gonna go pass out,” Christian announces with a yawn, standing. He’s been so silent that I almost forgot he was here.
“What, no sleepover with your boyfriend, Baker?” Holden taunts.
Christian gives him a mocking laugh and moves his wrist, miming jerking off, and then he’s heading upstairs, leaving Holden and Thayer chuckling behind him.
“I should get home.” I stretch my arms above my head, suddenly feeling exhausted. My earlier buzz is long gone, and there’s nothing I want more than to fall into my bed.
“I’ll take you in the morning,” Thayer says. “You can crash here.”
“Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t live here anymore, because it’s weird, because our parents would probably lose their shit…” I tick off the reasons. “Take your
pick.”
“Who cares, no, it’s not, and they won’t find out,” Holden argues each point. “Come on, we’ll put on a movie and have a sleepover in here like old times.”
I narrow my eyes. “We never once did that.”
“Then it’s about time we start.” He jumps up, grabbing some blankets from the back of the sofa and tossing them at me, grabs the remote, then he sprawls out on the blanket that Christian was occupying a minute ago.
I look over at Thayer, trying to read his thoughts. Unsurprisingly, he gives nothing away. “You’ll take me home first thing in the morning?” It’s not like I can’t walk home if it came down to it. I could technically walk home now, if I was up for a twenty-minute, late-night stroll through the woods. Alone.
Thayer gives me a nod, and I sigh loudly. I don’t even know what time it is. When Thayer left me upstairs to get dressed, I collected my shoes and wet clothes from the bathroom floor, rinsed my dress in the sink, then folded and stacked them in the corner of the bathroom, making sure to stash my underwear inside of my dress. After I called Valen to make sure she got home safe and promised to fill her in tomorrow, I tossed my phone on top of my clothes, then walked my half-embarrassed, half-still-turned-on ass in here.
Too tired to argue, I slump back against the cushions, pulling the cream-colored cashmere throw blanket over me, with my knees tucked into my chest.
“Atta girl,” Holden praises, and I detect a hint of excitement in his voice. Like he’s genuinely happy to have me here.
“I can’t promise I’ll stay awake,” I warn.
“Then you won’t mind if I put this on?”
Porn categories fill the screen, and Holden uses his phone to scroll through the options. He’s literally streaming porn from his phone to the TV. I didn’t know that was possible. He clicks on one titled Stepsister Fucked by Horny Brother While Parents are Away.
“Really?” I roll my eyes at his selection.
“I mean, unless you’re too much of a prude…”
I shrug, trying my best to appear unfazed, hoping Thayer will be the one to shut it down. Holden chuckles, taking that as permission granted, then folds his hands behind his head, crosses his ankles, and focuses his attention on the scene playing out on the TV.
“Promise you won’t tell Mom and Dad I snuck out?” the pretty, young brunette coos, pushing her lips into a pout as she opens her legs in invitation, her tiny dress bunched up high on her hips. Her “stepbrother” moves toward the bed, putting his hands on her spread knees.
“That depends. Are you going to finally let me fuck this tight little pussy?”
She plants a foot on his chest when he tries to move in. “One time,” she says firmly. “I’ll let you fuck me once, if you promise not to tell.”
“Deal.”
It’s cheesy. And so obviously scripted. But my pulse quickens, and the arousal I was feeling earlier returns with a vengeance. I feel my nipples tighten painfully underneath Thayer’s shirt, and my breath catches when the guy on the screen shoves his boxers down before he slides into her without preamble. They both groan as he moves inside her, and after only a few short seconds, he’s flipping her onto her stomach and pushing into her from behind. I bite down on my lip, squeezing my thighs together.
Closing my eyes, I will myself to think about anything other than what’s on the screen, but all my stupid brain manages to do is picture Thayer inside me, his lips on my neck and his hands on my hips as I straddle him.
“Turn it off,” Thayer’s angry voice breaks into my fantasy. My eyes snap open to find him watching me with his fists clenched at his side and a noticeable bulge in his jeans.
My cheeks burn and I avert my gaze. Holden chuckles knowingly, exiting out of the app. Stephen King’s It—the new one—replaces the porno. Much better. My heartrate returns to normal after a few minutes, and my eyes start to grow heavy. I inch down enough to lay my head flat on the cushion, keeping my legs curled up tight, away from Thayer, but then I feel his hand on my ankle right before he pulls my legs to rest on top of his lap, one at a time. I’m even more surprised when he doesn’t release me. His right hand stays wrapped around my ankle.