Chapter 2

I bring my wet fingers to my aching clit, knowing that time is of the essence here. Rubbing myself faster, I keep my eyes on his chiseled, stubbled jaw and the sexy line of his neck. I can already feel how close I am. I’m nearly there when I see him reach into his back pocket and pull out his phone. He presses a button and holds it to his ear right as I cum hard against his tree. I bite my arm to keep from screaming out, and cling to the tree for dear life as pleasure roars through me. I’m left gasping for air when I notice my phone vibrating in my pocket.

My eyes jerk to where Dylan is still holding his phone, and in a rush I yank my hand out of my pants at the same time I’m digging my phone out with the other.

Holy shit! He’s calling me!

I take a deep breath and answer.

“Hello?” I can hear how shaky and out of breath I sound.

“Hey, Vanessa. I hope I’m not bothering you.”

I’m so stunned to hear Dylan’s voice over the phone, especially since I’m watching him through his window as he talks to me. I sink down behind the tree and hope like hell he doesn’t realize where I’m at.

“No, you’re not bothering me at all. What’s up?”

“You sound a little out of breath. Are you sure you’re not busy? I mean, now that you’re 18, you’re probably busy all the time, right?” I let out a nervous laugh. Yeah, super busy, Dylan.

“No, I was just exercising. I’m not busy.”

“I was afraid I might be interrupting a date since it’s Friday night.”

“Nope, I’ve just been hanging around, just the usual.” And, unfortunately, I’m not lying. This is my usual Friday night routine.

“I’m glad to hear that.”

I try not to let myself get too excited about what he’s said. He probably just means he’s glad he didn’t interrupt me and not that he’s glad I wasn’t on a date. I peek around to look at him and almost laugh when I see him pacing his kitchen with one hand rubbing the back of his neck. He almost looks nervous, but that’s ridiculous. Why in the hell would he be nervous talking to me?

“Well,” he adds, “I was just wondering if your offer still stands to help me clear out this garage.” Before I can say anything, he says, “I completely understand if you’re busy or you just don’t want to, but your dad said you were talking about it the other day, so I figured I’d ask since I’m going to be working on it tomorrow. I mean, I’ll pay you of course.”

“I’d love to help,” I say, wondering if he can tell that I’m smiling like an idiot. “And I don’t want your money. What time?”

“How about ten?”

“Sounds good,” I say. I can’t help but add, “So what about you? Any exciting plans for your Friday?”

He laughs and says, “No, no exciting plans, well, besides talking to you of course.”

“That makes sense. Talking to me definitely counts as exciting Friday night plans.”

“Absolutely,” he says, and I’m surprised by how serious he sounds. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Vanessa.”

“See you tomorrow, Dylan. Night.”

“Night.”

After he hangs up, I slump against the tree with a sigh. Wow. This is an exciting turn of events that I didn’t see coming. He’d mentioned weeks ago that he wanted to clear out some boxes in his garage, and I’d immediately offered to help, but then that had been the end of it. I’d brought it up to my dad a few days ago, and he must have asked Dylan if he still wanted help. I’m beyond thrilled knowing that I’ll get to spend all day with him tomorrow.

Before I leave for the night, I turn back around and catch a glimpse of him before he disappears down the hall. It’ll be nice to not have to camp out in a bush to be able to see him tomorrow. With a grin, I stand up and sneak back around to the front. I only live a couple of streets over, so it’s only a quick walk before I’m back at my house.

Walking in, I yell a quick hi to my parents and head for my room. Later when I’m brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed, I stare up in horror at the red scratches all over the side of my face.

What the fuck?

Then I remember the orgasm I’d had and how I’d clung to the damn tree for dear life. I vaguely remember feeling a slight burn, but it had barely registered with all the pleasure thundering through me and then the excitement of Dylan’s call. How the hell was I going to explain this tomorrow?

I can just imagine Dylan asking me what happened and my saying, Oh, this? It’s nothing, Dylan, just a tiny scratch from when I fucked myself against your tree while spying on you last night. No biggie!

With a groan, I haul my ass to bed and hope for a miracle. Maybe it’ll be healed by the morning.