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“What do you want, Kasey?”
Lana looks at her and back at me, releasing my hand like it’s burned her skin. “I’m going to get some food. I’ll see you later, Tristan. Thanks for the lesson,” she murmurs.
Kasey glares at her as she scurries away from us.
I roll my eyes and sigh heavily. “What do you want, Kasey?” My voice is stern, and I cross my arms over my chest.
She looks at my arms and bites her lip, taking a step into my space. Then runs her finger down the length of my arm, and I turn my body away from her. She drops her arm and frowns. Her gaze hardens as she glances at Lana again. I bite my tongue, waiting for her to answer because, if I don’t, I’m sure I’ll say something I’ll regret.
“I want to talk to you, but you haven’t given me the time of day. You owe me that much, at least.”
“Kasey, I don’t have time for this right now. You’re going to California and forgot to include me in your plans. It’s fine. It’s time we move on from one another. I’m staying here, and you’re going to UCLA. I’ve moved passed it.”
“Tristan, honey, can you come help me?” Mom calls out.
“Hi, Mrs. Ellis.” Kasey waves to Mom.
She smiles and gives a small wave back. “Hello, dear, how was your trip?”
“It was great, thanks for asking. Mom said she was going to come by tonight for the dance.”
“Perfect, I’ll see you all later then.”
“Save me a dance?” she calls out as I walk away from her.
I look toward Lana as she glances up from her plate and looks between the two of us as she waits for my response.
“Later, Kasey.”
Chapter 17
Lana
Things sure don’t seem to be over between Kasey and Tristan—at least, not for her. Her showing up just made things really awkward. Now, I’m trying to avoid her and her death glare like the plague.
I poke at my food, hoping for a distraction from the conversations going on around me. What the two of them talk about is none of my business. What Tristan and I are doing is strictly for educational purposes. We aren’t a couple, so he can date whoever he wants.
The green jealousy monster is peeking out, and I have to force it down. We aren’t a couple. We are just two consenting people having fun and exploring. No strings attached.
Okay, that one stings even though I know it’s true. I can’t let him know I’m starting to fall for him, or he will stop giving me lessons. I don’t think I could stop now—I’m in too deep. His fingers felt like magic. I couldn’t even concentrate on what I was doing; I wanted more of him. Then he fingered me. And let me tell you, that boydefinitelyknows what he’s doing.
A dull ache forms between my legs as I think about watching him come. His is the first dick I’ve seen—ever. It was thick, veiny, and looked heavy in his hand. I was mesmerized as his hand stroked up and down his shaft, pulling his skin taut with each stroke.
I wanted to crawl over to him and wrap my lips around it. The thought of tasting him sent me into a tizzy, and I couldn’t help but touch him at the end. I wanted to know if it was as smooth as it looked. When his muscles constricted and flexed as he started coming, it was what pushed me over the edge.
Great. And now I’m horny.Again.
I look up from my now cold food, and Tristan is nowhere in sight. Although Kasey is gone, too.Thank God for small miracles.
I push my plate aside when Dad calls out for me. I look up with a smile and wave at both of them. They look so happy here. The wrinkles that seemed permanently etched in Dad’s forehead have all but disappeared, and he’s glowing. Mom kisses his forehead when he sits with me.
“Your mother is dragging me to line dance lessons today. Are you planning on coming, too?”
“Yeah, I was planning on it. Tristan said he’ll be helping to teach the class.”
His features darken at the mention of Tristan’s name. “Be careful with that boy, Lana.”
I feel the blood pump through my body as my anger rises. “He’s a nice boy, Dad. You don’t have to be judgmental.”