A Whole New Crowd (A Whole New Crowd #1)(30)

My heart leapt up and was held suspended.
He brushed his lips across mine again. It was tantalizing and he said again, “I promise. Stay the night. We won’t have sex.”
I tried to joke. “Some good old fashioned humping?” The corner of my lip curved up in a grin, but brushed against his from the movement. We both paused at the caress. A whimper left me. I wanted him so damn much.
“Just stay.”
I found myself nodding without realizing that I had given in. The night was going to be torture, but I wanted to be in his arms. I wanted to sleep in them and that was the real reason I said yes. Then I stopped thinking. I didn’t want to question where that need came from and I opened my lips.
It was all he needed. He took command.



CHAPTER TEN

I woke when Tray got up and padded into the bathroom. The shower was turned on and I groaned. Images of us flooded me. On the table. In his bed. He had carried me up the stairs. Oh god. I was beginning to want him all over again. Then my phone beeped and I lifted it. Four calls from Mandy, one from home. Holy shit. I bolted upright. That meant Austin had called me.
Something was wrong.
Calling Mandy, I braced myself when I heard her panicked voice. “Oh my god. Where have you been? Where’d you go last night?”
“I’m at Tray’s.” Bomb dropped.
She didn’t care. “Get your ass home. Mom and Dad are showing up in an hour.”
“Fuck.”
Mandy hung up.
Just then the shower cut off and Tray came back to the room. A towel was around his lean hips. I jerked away. I would be reaching for that towel in two seconds if I let myself go where my body was screaming to go and had been screaming the entire night. I shifted and tried to force that need to feel him inside me away. True to his word, Tray stopped us every time we got close. I had yelled at him a few times, but he chuckled, ducked my fists, and started to kiss me again. I would end up clinging to him seconds later.
“What?” He reached for his pants.
“My parents are heading home.” Fuck my life. A night filled with torture, pent-up sexual tension, and now the parents. When had this become my life?
“Alright.” He grabbed the rest of his clothes and dressed in front of me. Then he grinned. “You planning on teleporting? Is that how you do your cat burglar/thievery stuff? It would explain a lot.”
“Shut up.”
He laughed. “We gotta get over to Dylan’s to pick up your car.”
I’d forgotten about my car. I was still reeling, thinking of the illegal acts I committed since my adoptive parents had been out of town. If they knew what I had been doing, they’d give me back or never let me leave the house again.
Tray sat beside me and nudged me with his leg. “Is this about last night?”
I shook my head. “I’m not used to having parents.”
He laughed and then rolled over so he was above me. He braced himself up with his arms on either side of me. “If it’s any consolation, Mandy’s parents don’t give a shit.”
I laughed. “Yeah, right. Thanks for trying.”
“No, they don’t. For real.” He dipped down and pressed a kiss to my lips. Dear god. My hand found his cheek. As he pulled away, I tugged him back down. Each nibble from him was a morsel to my starving hormones. Then I heard what he said and pulled away. “Wait. What do you mean?”
He pressed another kiss, this one chaste, before sitting up. “I thought it was a joke when I heard they adopted a girl. They’re never home. Mandy’s dad is a doctor, but he hardly practices. Then I saw you.” He looked at me wolfishly and made a show of scanning me up and down. “I got a different idea. Maybe Kevin wanted to adopt you for a different reason.”
I hit him. “Are you kidding me?”
“No.” He laughed, pretending to rub at his arm. “I’m not, not about Mandy’s parents. They’re not real nurturing parents. Mandy’s f*cked in the head because of them.”
“What do you mean by that?”
He gazed at me in disbelief. “She’s high-strung.”
Yeah? I lifted an eyebrow.
“She’s got some perfect complex. That’s all from her parents.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You don’t have to. Go home and watch how fake they are.”
I couldn’t argue that. They were fake. They acted like they were perfect with no problems, no worries, and there was some truth in what he was saying. Still. I shook my head. “Why did they adopt me?”
“Exactly. When do you turn eighteen?”
Two months. I frowned. “They must care about me. Why would they bring a teenager into the house if they didn’t?” I glanced at the bed, remembering what we had done. Parents cared about that, right? My fosters hadn’t. They cared if I broke curfew, but that had been it.
“Come on.” He softened and tapped my hand. “I’ll stop and get us some breakfast on the way to Dylan’s.”
“No.” I stood and grabbed my clothes, dressing in record time. “Let’s just get my car. I should be at the house when they show up.”
I bent down for my shoes and Tray groaned from behind me. “We could shower first. You should be clean. You want to shower?”
“We don’t have time.”
He chuckled. “I’ll drive fast.”
I started for the door. “You’re going to have to drive fast anyway. I don’t have long anymore. You know,” I winked at him as we went outside, “with all the talking just now.”