We stayed frozen.
Eric was still buried deep inside me. His c**k twitched. My legs were locked around his waist. The flashlight beam from the kitchen counter painted soft light across his chest.
Outside, another car door slammed. Footsteps on the gravel.
“s**t,” Eric whispered. He pulled out fast. I slid off the counter, heart slamming against my ribs.
He yanked his jeans up but didn’t bother with the zipper. I grabbed my shirt off the floor and pulled it over my head. No time for the bra or shorts. They stayed in a pile by the fridge.
The footsteps got closer. A flashlight beam swept past the kitchen window again.
“Eric? You over there?” a man’s voice called. Deep and rough. His dad.
Eric put a finger to his lips. We stood dead still in the middle of the dark kitchen.
The voice ca
