After a quick clean-up, we drove to the diner. We sit down in the booth to one side, and Hayden is alone. I want to sit with him, but Laine is already upset and I don't know if he wants me near him in public. I can feel Laine's annoyance with me and start to feel guilty. He is her brother and our roommate. Laine's right; this could get really messy. I watch as Hayden lazes against the wall and leans his arm over the table, eyeing me with an unreadable expression. Is he mad? I wish we could have talked before anyone found out. Maybe he didn't want anyone to know. It's not like I'm a catch. Does he blame me? I should have messaged Laine last night, but I was too distracted with losing my V-card to her brother.
He starts toying with a silverware roll, and I have an insane urge to reach over and grab his hand. Would he like that? That's too clingy, especially after one night. We never talked about the after. Fucking doesn't make you his girlfriend. Do you even want to be his girlfriend? Does he even do the girlfriend thing? I've seen him with other girls but usually the morning after when he's walking them out of the apartment like a gentleman. I feel Laine elbow me and look up to see the server waiting for an answer. "Uh," I didn't even look at the menu. "I'll have black tea and ice water, please." I waited until she was behind the counter before asking Laine to let me out of the booth. "If she comes back, I want an everything omelet without sausage and my hashbrowns extra crispy." I rush to the bathroom and dab cold water on my face, suddenly flustered. Such a stupid girl. I sigh, chuckling at myself in the mirror, before smoothing my hair and leaving the restroom.
I see Laine and Hayden glaring at each other across the table, clearly in the middle of an argument. Rushing outside, I head for the car. Unsure what my plan is; I don't have the keys. Hayden drove us all here. watching me squirm in the review mirror the entire drive. I don't want to come between them or mess up our living situation, and it looks like I'm already doing that. "Is there a reason why you're running?" I falter when I hear him behind me, refusing to turn around with a shrug. "It's gonna be a little awkward for a while. Do you wanna talk about it?"
I sigh and lean against his SUV. "I don't know." I huff again. "I don't know what I'm doing. What this is or how to do any of this."
"Any of what?" He leans next to me.
"I didn't want to hurt Laine." I groan. "And I don't want to be that stupid clingy virgin you have to tell to get lost. I don't want to overstay my welcome." I chuckle and chance a glance at him. I can't read his expression. It's perfectly blank, waiting for me to go on.
"But?"
I blush and shrug again. "I-" Sighing, I make myself say it out loud, knowing I'm going to sound so stupid. "I wanted to hold your hand in the diner, but I don't know if that's allowed. I wanted to sit next to you, but is that too clingy?" I don't have to look at him to know he's trying to resist laughing at me. "Like, I don't know if you're okay with some PDA or just want this on the down low. Is this," I gesture between us. "Even a thing? What about Laine?" I groan, throwing myself against the side of the SUV. "I know I'm overthinking this a lot and being ridiculous, but I don't know what I'm doing."
"We're adults. Laine will have to find a way to get over herself." I shrug back, unsure, while he wraps an arm around me and pulls me close. "You're not being ridiculous. These are normal questions." He kisses the back of my neck. "So you want some PDA, huh?" He presses himself behind me.
"Yeah..." God, I sound so needy. "But only if you want it too, not just because you think I'm pathetic." I pout.
He chuckles, grinding his hips into me. "Want to see how much I enjoy some PDA?" He places my hands on the window.
I gulp and look around. "We can't do anything here."
"We can if you promise to be extra quiet." He raises my skirt so it's just below my ass. "Yes or no?" I listen to the traffic drive by on the street on the other side of the parking lot. I look around, not seeing anybody in the parking lot, and I can feel his erection growing and pressing against me through his jeans. How can I resist? "You can always change your mind later." I nod in agreement, knowing I'm not going to change my mind. I'm already wet at the thought of how risky this is. "Keep your hands on the window." He buries his face into my neck. He bunches my skirt around my waist, pressing against me to shield my backside before sliding his hands around to my front. "No panties and getting wet already." He clicks his tongue. "Dottie does have a naughty side." I sigh as he starts rubbing my clit. I can feel a slight breeze, which makes me more aware of how turned on I already am and how hot I'm burning when the air hits my wetness. I whimper as he pinches my clit between his pointer and middle finger. "Stay quiet." He reminds me as I start grinding my ass against him.
Hayden slides a hand under my shirt, stopping just below my breasts. I squirm against him, trying to get him to at least slip a hand under my bra. He grazes his teeth on my neck, and I can feel him smiling, knowing he's teasing me. He grips my hips so I can't rub against him anymore, and I let out a pouty huff. The hand he had under my shirt slowly lowers to my thighs, which he gives a squeeze and an appreciative grunt before he trails his hand up toward my center. He pushes two fingers into my hole, letting out a breathy moan. "Feel how ready you are for me." I drop a hand to my pussy, feeling how slick I am. "Keep that up, baby." I hear the clank of his belt buckle and zipper. as I continue rubbing my clit.
