The Boys Next Door - Crimes Of Passion No6
Publisher: Lot's Cave, Inc.
Life as a suburban soccer mom may be boring, but Christina finds her own moments of quiet rebellion here and there, particularly when it comes to harmlessly flirting with her oldest son's friends. One summer night during a backyard campout she wakes to find the trio of boys in her tent, and confusion quickly gives way to illicit desire right under everyone's noses.
Christina recognized that dream kiss now brought to life and kissed him back; she parted her lips to let him explore her mouth and claim her tongue again, to let him draw her into a deep, unthinkably intimate kiss that’d be the shock of the neighborhood if anyone behind those darkened windows surrounding the yard suspected a thing. And then she drew back from him with a lingering brush along the corner of his mouth, a soft whisper shared between their parting lips.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she murmured, and their eyes met.
“Would it help if I hold you down?” Carlos whispered, and her eyes widened as a fierce blush rose to her freckled cheeks. Did he honestly mean to...?
If he did, then he was gentler about it than she ever could've imagined. He ran his fingers along her arms while dotting her lips with soft, fluttering kisses, tracing from her elbows all the way up to her palms and then back down a little to touch her wrists. He waited to see if she'd move her arms, if she really meant to pull away, and only as she lay still beneath him, motionless save for the slow, delicate brush of her lips with his, did he take her wrists in both hands to pin them down above her shoulders, as guilelessly as a playground game. She could kick and scream perfectly well: it didn't really change anything, and they both knew it.
But god help her, it did help.