Carrie eyed his groin.
Whatever he thought he was doing didn't help. His cock stood out in full
display against the soft fabric of his worn jeans.
Carrie forced her eyes away and grabbed her
cart. Should she even bother with it? She only had a pack of crackers and some
oranges in it. And the crushed box of condoms. "Fuck it," she
muttered. She didn't need food that bad. She'd order pizza for dinner. She met
Zeke's eyes boldly. "Come on." She grabbed Eric's hand and dragged
him to the door, ignoring the indignant look of the middle-aged manager as they
passed him. She didn't really care. It's
too busy here , she thought, heading for the doors. Once they were outside,
she pulled Eric over to her car and pushed him up against it. "This is all your fault," she said then kissed him.
He groaned and let her ravage his mouth.
"Guys, Jesus," Zeke said. Carrie tore
herself away and attacked Zeke, swinging him up against Eric. His muffled
protest faded as soon as she got her hands on his ass, so delectable beneath
his leather jacket. She kissed him until he gave in, leaning against Eric and
sliding his hands into her hair. She rubbed against his hard-on, wishing they
were somewhere private. She wrenched away, panting.
"Okay, at this rate I'm going to come in
my fucking pants," Eric said. He pulled out his keys and shoved at Zeke.
"Get in the truck." Zeke blinked then obeyed.
Carrie laughed when she realized their truck
was parked right next to her car.
"Did you know this is my car?" she
asked, then shook her head. "Of course not. You
never saw my car. The day I brought Daniela to see your furniture we were in
her BMW." Was it a coincidence they'd pulled in right next to her? Did she
care? Carrie could take a hint, especially when it was parked directly in front
of her.
"Get in." Eric held open the door to
the extended cab. "I know it's a squeeze, but we're not going far."
Carrie did as he said. They could always drop
her off back here later. She looked around butdidn't see anyone who might be
watching so she climbed in and dropped her purse next to the toolbox on the
seat. Her feet were squashed on top of some sort of tool. "What the hell
is this?"
"It's a router. Here, just shove it
over," Eric reached in and pushed it to the side so she could rest her
feet on the floor. Carrie put her seatbelt on and closed her eyes. The sense of
rightness she felt grew stronger.
"I'm really sorry," she said again
once Eric got in the driver's seat.
"Carrie. Enough. You don't have to explain." Zeke twisted around in his seat.
"Yes, I do." Carrie rubbed her eyes.
"You don't understand."
Eric laughed. "Actually, I think we do
understand. My mother is insane."
Carrie sighed. "It wasn't just that."
She grinned. "Although, between your mom and Zeke's
sister, I was a bit scared. If looks could kill--"
Zeke rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, Sherry
is like, sixteen. You're afraid of a sixteen-year old?"
"Haven't you ever heard the expression
'mean girls'?" Carrie snorted.
"Sherry is not a mean girl. She's just a
little confused right now," Eric said, pulling out of the parking lot. He
put the heat on full-blast, chasing the chill out of the truck. Carrie didn't
need it. She was still so aroused she was sweating beneath her coat.
"She had a bit of a wake-up call,"
Zeke explained. "She has a crush on Eric. When she discovered that Eric
and I were together, she kind of flipped out."
"I'm guessing that having me show up in
your bedroom naked wasn't particularly helpful then?" Carrie asked.
"She's starting to come around." Zeke said, his tone dry. "It was bound to happen
sometime."
Carrie smiled wryly, remembering what it was like to be sixteen. "If it's any consolation, I can
barely remember who I had a crush on when I was that age."
"Liar," Eric interjected. Carrie
squirmed. "Oh, come on, everyone remembers their first crush."
"Yeah, I can still remember Billy's
ass," Zeke said, his voice light.
"What?" Eric's voice rose. "Are
you telling me
Whatever he thought he was doing didn't help. His cock stood out in full
display against the soft fabric of his worn jeans.
Carrie forced her eyes away and grabbed her
cart. Should she even bother with it? She only had a pack of crackers and some
oranges in it. And the crushed box of condoms. "Fuck it," she
muttered. She didn't need food that bad. She'd order pizza for dinner. She met
Zeke's eyes boldly. "Come on." She grabbed Eric's hand and dragged
him to the door, ignoring the indignant look of the middle-aged manager as they
passed him. She didn't really care. It's
too busy here , she thought, heading for the doors. Once they were outside,
she pulled Eric over to her car and pushed him up against it. "This is all your fault," she said then kissed him.
He groaned and let her ravage his mouth.
"Guys, Jesus," Zeke said. Carrie tore
herself away and attacked Zeke, swinging him up against Eric. His muffled
protest faded as soon as she got her hands on his ass, so delectable beneath
his leather jacket. She kissed him until he gave in, leaning against Eric and
sliding his hands into her hair. She rubbed against his hard-on, wishing they
were somewhere private. She wrenched away, panting.
"Okay, at this rate I'm going to come in
my fucking pants," Eric said. He pulled out his keys and shoved at Zeke.
"Get in the truck." Zeke blinked then obeyed.
Carrie laughed when she realized their truck
was parked right next to her car.
"Did you know this is my car?" she
asked, then shook her head. "Of course not. You
never saw my car. The day I brought Daniela to see your furniture we were in
her BMW." Was it a coincidence they'd pulled in right next to her? Did she
care? Carrie could take a hint, especially when it was parked directly in front
of her.
"Get in." Eric held open the door to
the extended cab. "I know it's a squeeze, but we're not going far."
Carrie did as he said. They could always drop
her off back here later. She looked around butdidn't see anyone who might be
watching so she climbed in and dropped her purse next to the toolbox on the
seat. Her feet were squashed on top of some sort of tool. "What the hell
is this?"
"It's a router. Here, just shove it
over," Eric reached in and pushed it to the side so she could rest her
feet on the floor. Carrie put her seatbelt on and closed her eyes. The sense of
rightness she felt grew stronger.
"I'm really sorry," she said again
once Eric got in the driver's seat.
"Carrie. Enough. You don't have to explain." Zeke twisted around in his seat.
"Yes, I do." Carrie rubbed her eyes.
"You don't understand."
Eric laughed. "Actually, I think we do
understand. My mother is insane."
Carrie sighed. "It wasn't just that."
She grinned. "Although, between your mom and Zeke's
sister, I was a bit scared. If looks could kill--"
Zeke rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, Sherry
is like, sixteen. You're afraid of a sixteen-year old?"
"Haven't you ever heard the expression
'mean girls'?" Carrie snorted.
"Sherry is not a mean girl. She's just a
little confused right now," Eric said, pulling out of the parking lot. He
put the heat on full-blast, chasing the chill out of the truck. Carrie didn't
need it. She was still so aroused she was sweating beneath her coat.
"She had a bit of a wake-up call,"
Zeke explained. "She has a crush on Eric. When she discovered that Eric
and I were together, she kind of flipped out."
"I'm guessing that having me show up in
your bedroom naked wasn't particularly helpful then?" Carrie asked.
"She's starting to come around." Zeke said, his tone dry. "It was bound to happen
sometime."
Carrie smiled wryly, remembering what it was like to be sixteen. "If it's any consolation, I can
barely remember who I had a crush on when I was that age."
"Liar," Eric interjected. Carrie
squirmed. "Oh, come on, everyone remembers their first crush."
"Yeah, I can still remember Billy's
ass," Zeke said, his voice light.
"What?" Eric's voice rose. "Are
you telling me
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