Page 25 of Hearts and Hidden Secrets

SLOW IT DOWN

Skye

I don’t know why that’s where my head jumped to, but the moaning is loud, and high pitched. It’s followed by a male grunt and a: “Fuck yeah, just like that.”

“Shit. Stay right here, please.” Sidney’s face contorts into a grimace as he rearranges his hard-on and rushes down the hall.

I could and should stay put, but if he left porn on, the content may make me reconsider another date. So I ignore his request and follow him down the hall, noting how nice his place is. It’s a modern build with clean lines and simple decor.

“Randall Ballistic Junior, you cannot have sex on my living room couch!” Sidney bellows as I round the corner.

And wish I didn’t.

While the living room is dim, the light from the kitchen shines brightly on the very naked man-boy positioned at the end of the couch, over which an equally naked young woman is bent.

“Shit. Fuck. Sorry Mr. Butterson!” The young man shouts.

Sidney spins around, presumably to avoid another eyeful of naked young woman. He looks absolutely horrified.

“There’s a bathroom down the hall to the right. Please tell your friend to put her clothes back on. You can do the same in the kitchen.” Sidney says through gritted teeth. His gaze shifts to me. “I’m so sorry.”

“There’s something in the air tonight, apparently.” I fight a giggle.

He bites back a grin.

Our gazes lift to the ceiling when the floor above us creaks.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “That’s probably my son.”

“Why don’t you make sure no one tries to jump out the window, and I’ll keep these two from attempting a runner before you read them the riot act?” I offer.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I don’t mind unless you’d rather I go. But you might need someone to drive the girls home?

I may be the less awkward option, seeing as I have the same equipment and I’m not the angry dad.

Totally up to you, though. And if you want to deal with the upstairs issue before you decide, that’s also okay. ”

“You’re amazing.” He rushes up the stairs.

I stay where I am, in the middle of the hallway. I’d like to cross my arms, but it makes my ridiculous cleavage more of a problem.

A minute later, the young man whose butt I’ve seen comes out of the kitchen. He’s dressed in a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt. He’s lanky, with dark brown hair that curls around the back of his ears. I note tattoos on his arm as he runs his hand through his hair.

He startles when he sees me, and his gaze darts from my face to my chest and back up. “Oh hey, uh, hi. You must be Sid’s date.”

“I am.”

He nods a bunch of times. “Cool. Uh, I should probably go.”

I tip my head. “I’m pretty sure Sidney is planning to tear you a new one for using his house as your sex pad before you do that.”

The young woman who was bent over the couch appears in the hallway. She pauses when she sees me, and much like Randall, her gaze drops to my chest before it springs back to my face.

“Um.” She appears to be on the verge of tears.

“Is your friend upstairs?” I ask.

She nods once.

“I’m a friend of Miller’s dad, and I have a feeling that Randall might need to stick around here for a bit. If you would like, I can drive you and your friend home. Your other option is to be part of the dad wrath. Neither is ideal, but I’m probably the less awkward of your choices.”

She bites her lips together. “Do you know where Randy is?”

I tip my head toward the kitchen. “Right here. Would you like a moment?”

“Is that—Can I?”

“Absolutely.” I motion for her to go ahead while I move away from the doorway.

They whisper frantically. She’s clearly panicking, and as bad as I feel for her, it’s also hilarious. A minute later, the pounding of feet on the stairs ends their conversation.

I step out from the hallway just as a young man who is definitely Sidney’s son, but with lighter hair, appears at the bottom of the stairs. His face is beet red, and his eyes are wide as saucers. A young woman with sandy brown hair appears behind him, followed by Sidney.

He looks from the group of red-faced teens to me. Apology is written all over his face. And mortification.

“I can take the girls home if you’d like to deal with the boys,” I offer.

His son’s head whips my way, and his face goes impossibly redder as he mumbles, “Oh my God.” He looks like he’s trying to sink into the floor. He’s a big kid. They’re both tall, but where Randall is lanky, Miller is broad, so either of them blending in is impossible.

“I can take Claire and Millie home,” Randall all but shouts.

Miller elbows him in the side and Randall grunts.

Sidney crosses his arms. “You two need to explain yourselves.”

The girls look at me. I motion them forward.

Sidney’s gaze shifts my way. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely, I’ll text when I’m home.”

“Thank you. I’m sorry about this.” His gaze flicks to the boys.

I smile, irrationally turned on, because managing the boy’s behavior is his top priority. “It’s okay. We’ll talk soon. Girls, let's go.”

They scamper down the hall after me. I stoop to pick up Sidney’s suit jacket and my coat from the floor. His I hang on the hook; mine I slip through my arms so my boobs are no longer in full force.

The girls shove their feet into their shoes and follow me to my car, whispering to each other. I unlock the doors and they climb into the backseat while I take my place behind the wheel. “Where are we heading?”

“My house.” The girl who was upstairs says.

“Are you Millie or Claire?”

“I’m Millie, this is Claire.” She thumbs over at Randall’s friend.

“Are you going to tell my parents?” Millie asks.

“I wasn’t planning to.” I set my phone in the holder. “Address please?”

Millie rattles it off and I plug it into the navigation system. It’s a twenty-minute drive. Should be lots of time to school these girls.

“How old are you two?” I ask, conversationally.

“Eighteen,” they say in unison.

I tap the wheel.

“Are you Buck’s dad’s girlfriend?” Millie asks.

“We’re dating. Casually at this point. Are you Buck’s girlfriend?” I fire back. I really don’t understand the nickname.

“I…uh. I watch him play a lot. We were supposed to go to the movies tonight, but they were hungry after practice, so we stopped for food, and then we missed the beginning of the movie and decided we could just watch one at Buck’s house.”

“Which is how you and Miller or Buck, or whatever you want to call him, ended up in his room and you ended up bent over the couch.” I thumb over my shoulder at Claire.

“Oh, my God! You had sex with Randy?” Millie’s voice is about seven octaves too high for the inside of a car.

Claire shrugs. “He’s hot. And freaking Jasmine is always bragging about how she hooked up with him last year.”

“Okay.” I hold up a hand. “As the mother of a teenage girl, I need to step in with some important pearls of wisdom.”

“You have a teenage daughter?”

“Yeah, she’s fifteen.”

“You don’t look old enough to have a fifteen-year-old.” Claire is obviously trying to suck up.

“That’s because I had her when I was young. Her dad was a one-night stand, and we even used a condom. Shit happens.”

“Oh snap,” Claire says.

“She’s a great kid and I’m lucky because it could have been a lot different.

Anyway, I’m going to tell you what I’ve told my daughter.

Boys are giant walking hormones. Doesn’t matter if they’re nice or not, most of their brain activity resides in their pants and they will do and say literally anything to have someone else hold their penis for them.

Unless they’re super religious and then they find creative ways to make that happen and feel guilty about it afterwards, but I digress.

It’s normal to want to have sex at your age.

But your body needs to be your priority.

” I hold up a finger when Claire opens her mouth to speak. “I’m not done.”

She clamps her mouth shut.

“If you cannot give yourself an orgasm, you cannot expect one from someone else. Same sex, opposite sex. I don’t care who it is. If you don’t know how to get yourself there, you can’t ever show someone else how to do it.”

“That actually makes sense,” Millie says.

“I know. And girls, this is the most important part. Always, always make sure you get your orgasm first.”

Millie raises her hand like we’re in school and I’m not some random mom driving her and her friend home after getting caught doing naughty things with boys.

“But what if?—”

“There are no buts, Millie. There are zero buts. Men always reach the big O. Every single damn time. And they get there a hell of a lot faster than we do most of the time. If they can’t bother to take care of you before they take care of themself then they aren’t worth your time or energy.”

The girls look at each other. “My mom would never talk about this with me,” Claire says.

“Well, I’m not your mom, and let me assure you that my daughter usually turns fifty shades of red when I talk about this stuff with her, but you know what she’ll never settle for?”

“Not having an orgasm first?”

“Correct. She’ll never end up with a guy who won’t put in the effort .

And learning how to push a woman’s buttons takes effort and practice and time .

” I’m on a roll now and I can’t decide if Violet would be proud of me or if she’d die of embarrassment.

Either way, I’ll leave a lasting impression on these girls.

“I take a really long time to have an orgasm,” Claire admits.

“What’s a really long time?”

“I don’t know. Like ten minutes maybe?” She wrings her hands.

“Pfft. Ten minutes is nothing . Just because a guy can jizz in two minutes, which isn’t something to brag about FYI, doesn’t mean your ten-minute build up is a long time.

Foreplay should take time. Sure, sometimes it’s just about the quick and dirty, like when he’s looking his best and your whole night has been one giant foreplay session of innocent touches and stolen kisses and him whispering all the naughty things he wants to do to you once you’re alone—” I crack a window.