I'm lying in Kitten's bed, spooning the chick. Of course, she's the little spoon. The Jack I drank must've made me sentimental as fuck cause I think Kitten was kinda made for me.

She fits perfectly in my arms, all warm and soft. And Pops might've made a fuckin' voodoo doll and stuck some needles into where its boy is on the day I talked crap about Kitten cause my boy has gotten at least ten rubs from her little ass in the last half an hour, and there ain't shit I can do to help the dude out.

Every time Kitten fidgets and sighs in her sleep, which happens to be a lot, she presses her cute butt in tiny shorts to the boy. He perks up and twitches, only to have his hopes demolished again and again.

The boy is dying to meet Kitten's girl, but I'm a new version of Brian now. My Whore Era is over. I need to make her love me first, want me second.

"Oh fuck," I say out loud when I realize I used the L-word and Kitten in the same sentence. I should quit drinking and smoking. That shit's messing with my head big time.

Kitten sighs again, and I can't help myself. I slide my hand under her tee and caress her stomach while I kiss the spot below her ear. She smells of something sweet and has the softest skin that begs to be kissed and touched. Licked, too, and a few gentle bites aren't gonna hurt, either. I wonder if she'd like that.

My lips can't stay away from Kitten. I run them over the back of her neck, and the pattern of her breathing changes. Her chest rises and falls faster, and I place wet kisses on her skin, still stroking her belly.

"Brian..." Kitten whispers and turns around. Her eyes are wide open, and her parted lips definitely need something on them.

"Yeah, babe?" I say, hugging her to me and cupping her jaw. My thumb caresses her bottom lip, and I don't waste more time.

I kiss her gently at first, waiting for her reaction. Kitten moans and circles my neck with her arms. I deepen the kiss, making my tongue meet hers, slowing down and then kissing her faster several times in a row.

My hands travel to Kitten's cute little butt, and I grip the band of the shorts to slide them down her legs. She's wearing some panties underneath, but it's one layer of fabric less, and if the boy could speak, he would thank me.

"Come here."I lie on my back and pull Kitten to lie on top of me. She's cautious, but as soon as our bodies touch and I kiss her again, she relaxes, letting me be in charge.

I put my palms on Kitten's butt and rub it before I pull her toward me. The friction between our bodies drives me wild. I want her naked under me, crying out my name and allowing me to make her feel good.

But I'll be her first. If that shit ain't intimidating, I don't know what is.

I lost my virginity at sixteen to someone more experienced. All the girls I've been with were my age or older. I've never wanted to get involved with an innocent chick like Kitten because it'd create problems, and I didn't want more complications in my life.

And now, I'd give anything to make Kitten mine.

Leah moves. Her tee rolls up, and her skin touches mine, sending shivers along my spine. I roll us over and settle between her legs.

The room's dark, but a sliver of moonlight seeps in, letting me see Leah's face. Her wet lips are swollen from my kisses. She looks pretty.

I kiss her mouth once more, enjoying Kitten's moans. When my face is level with Leah's stomach, I lift her shirt and let my lips commit every inch of Leah's skin to their memory, licking and biting her beautiful, soft flesh.

"God, Brian." Kitten's voice comes out desperate. She buries her fingers in my hair while I continue caressing her with my mouth and closes her eyes in pleasure.

Average, my ass.

I place one last kiss on Leah's skin and embrace her again.

"Did you like that?" I ask.

Leah chuckles. "I loved it, Brian. But you're still an average kisser."

"And you're my little liar," I say, kissing Kitten's nose.

Kitten looks up at me. "Yours?"

"If you wanna be."

"Does the boy approve?"

I chuckle. "Hell, I have no idea, babe."

Kitten pouts and then puts her hand on the boy. My breath hitches because it feels so damn good I might come from this alone.

Leah tugs my boxers down and wraps her fingers around me. I can't believe my luck, but then she touches the jewel and boy's head, and whispers, "Do you approve, little one?"

***

I kiss Kitten again early in the morning before climbing out of her window and going home.

Pops is making breakfast. As soon as he sees me, he wiggles his eyebrows and says, "Doing the walk of shame, little fucker?"

I roll my eyes and snatch a piece of toast Pops made for himself, biting off a large chunk to avoid answering more questions. When I stop chewing, I say, "Pops, I need to do something mid-morning. Can you manage without me?"

"Sure," Dad says. "We don't have too much work today."

"Awesome."

I take a shower and get changed. In the kitchen, I pour coffee into a mug and walk to the garage with Kitten on my mind. When the clock strikes eleven, I head to Kitten's house.

After three bangs on the door, it opens, revealing Leah's mother. She rubs her eyes and yawns, but what I need to say is more important than her interrupted nap.

"Good morning," I say.

"Good morning," Grace greets me back. "Have we met?"

"Can I come in? I won't take a lot of your time." She steps aside to let me in, and I go on. "I'm Brian O'Brien, the son of Axel O'Brien who offered you the job at his garage."

Grace sighs. "Of course. As you may know, I declined the offer."

I decide to cut the bullshit. "The Sixty-Nine. Does it ring a bell?"

Grace pales. The poor woman must've thought nobody had a clue about her double life.

"It's a job like any other," she says when she's composed herself. "It's good money; more than what your father could offer me."

"That's true, Grace, but I wasn't the only one who saw you. Gavin Martin and his friends were there. I wouldn't give a damn, but Leah's my friend, and I'd rather she didn't suffer from gossip. So, either you tell her the truth about where you work, or I will."

"She wasn't supposed to find out," Grace mutters.

"This is a small town, and it's only a matter of time until Leah knows. It'll hurt her less if you're the person who tells her everything." There's no reaction, so I turn to leave.

Leah's mother says nothing as she accompanies me to the front door.

"Oh, and Grace," I say when I'm out of her house, "the offer's still good. Let my dad know if you change your mind. Not for you, for your daughter."

My thoughts are jumbled as I approach the garage. A familiar bike catches my eye, and I frown when I spot Mac and Annie.

"'Sup!" I yell.

Annie looks in my direction, and they wait for me to come closer.

I don't like the look on my friends' faces, and my heart lurches.

"What's going on?" I ask.

Annie's the one to speak. Her voice sounds weird. "Brian, something...something happened at school, and Leah's missing."