26 - Fake Relationship
Summer
I winced seeing my best friend’s golden hair, and scrambled back, grabbing Damon’s hand. “What do we do?” I whispered, hoping they wouldn’t know we just had steamy, kinky s*x in the storage room.
Damon’s stare was leveled, and he calmly said, “You should clean up while I handle them.”
“Do I look that bad?” I frowned, patting down my hair.
“You look perfect, but...” He tilted his head and looked at my thighs. “As much as I love having my c*m slide out of your p***y, it won’t look appropriate in front of my sister and her boyfriend.”
I blushed furiously and pinched his arm. “You didn’t have to word it that way, asshole.”
I ignored his burning stare when I walked into the closest washroom and cleaned up. And it was a lot. My cheeks were flaming by the ti
