That Second Chance (Getting Lucky #1)(75)

The door flies open, and Ren is standing on the other side, a huge smile on her face, wearing a tank top—no bra—and a pair of short pink cotton shorts.

I charge into her house and slam the door shut right before she flings herself into my arms. I catch her with ease, spin her around, and press her against the hard wood of the door. Her legs wrap around my waist, and our mouths collide in a frenzy.

There is nothing coordinated about our kiss. It’s raw, needy, and half-sloppy with the way our tongues keep darting in and out of our mouths, both our hands grasping at each other’s hair.

“God, I needed this so bad,” I say, working my way down to her neck, where I start to lightly suck and lick my way up and down.

Her hands clasp my head, keeping me in place as her hips move against my already hardening length. One look at her in that tank top, nipples puckered, and I’m a goner.

“We need to move this to the bedroom, Griffin. I’m not going to be able to wait much longer.”

“Just give me a second to explore,” I mutter as I move the hem of her shirt up her body until I reach her breasts.

My hand rests right below them, her soft skin bouncing over it as she wiggles against me, seeking relief. “Touch me,” she whispers.

I don’t need to be asked twice. I lift her tank top up and over her head and let it fall to the ground. I groan when she thrusts one of her breasts into my hand and moans when I gently squeeze it.

“Seriously, Ren, your tits are so goddamn sexy. These nipples, so hard.” I flick at one, and her head lolls to the side, pleasure striking her. I flick the other, and she moans, her mouth parting. I continue to move between her two breasts, sucking, plucking, pinching, squeezing.

“Pants off. Forget the bedroom. I want you now.” She reaches between us and goes to grab my shirt just as there is a strong knock on her door. Holy fuck.

Ren grips me tightly and squeals.

“Honey, is everything okay?”

Ren’s head whips up to mine, eyes wide, pure fear in the dark of her pupils. “Holy shit, that’s my mom,” she whispers.

“Your mom?” I whisper-shout. “Christ.” I set Ren down, quickly pick up her tank top, and hand it over to her. She puts it on and starts to smooth out her hair as she looks down at my crotch.

“You have to do something about that. My mom can’t see how big your penis is.”

I look down and try to adjust myself, but there is no hope; I’m a turned-on motherfucker. “Why is your mom here?” I ask frantically, wishing my state of arousal would calm down.

“Ren, are you okay? Do I need to call an ambulance?”

“Oh God, I have no . . .” And then realization hits her. “They must have driven out here with the rest of my stuff to surprise me. They weren’t supposed to come until next month.”

“They?”

“My mom and dad.”

“Fuck, okay, I’m going to go out the back. I can’t meet your parents like this.” I glance down at my still-rock-hard crotch.

“You’re going home?” She looks sad.

Knock, knock. “Ren? Open up.”

“Be right there,” Ren shouts and then turns her gaze back to my crotch.

“I can’t stay here.”

She bites her bottom lip, her expression completely devastated.

I quickly pull her into a hug and kiss the top of her head. “Text me later.”

And with that, I head out the back of her house and wait a few minutes, trying to calm down, before painfully making my way to my house, my dick rubbing against the zipper of my jeans with every step I take.

Ren’s parents couldn’t have had worse timing.

No, scratch that—they could have had way worse timing. I guess I should be happy they showed up when they did; any later, and we would have been the ones knocking on the door.

I drag my hand over my face. Hell, I need a shower, a fucking long shower.





CHAPTER NINETEEN





REN


“Oh, this is just the cutest little place, Ren.” My mom sips the tea I made for her as my dad silently takes in the house, most likely assessing its framing and structure.

“Thank you. I really like it. I open my window at night to hear the ocean waves crash into the rocks. It’s really soothing. I’ve had some of my best sleeps here.”

“And everyone in town, they’re being nice?”

I nod. “Yup. I’ve made a few friends. Actually, I went camping with some of them yesterday. Good thing you didn’t arrive earlier, huh?” I nervously laugh, thankful I put a bra on before I answered the door.

“Oh, I wanted to, but your dad was such a sightseer the entire trip. He kept wanting to stop and take pictures in front of every state sign.”

“It’s called making memories,” my dad grumbles, his mustache waggling.

Funnily enough, though he might not look like it with his gruff exterior and dark cowboy hat, my dad is a real softy at heart.

“Yes, making memories. We had a great time doing that, but the end goal was my girl, and I couldn’t wait to see her.” My mom leans over and squeezes my hand.

Even though their timing was terrible, I’m still happy that they’re here.

“So what have you been up to?” My mom leans closer. “Have you hung out with that guy you were talking about? What was his name? Griffiths?”