NORA

"Stop staring at my ass!" I try to scold Tyler but my tone comes off more amused than anything.

After our shower I pulled on my most comfortable black leggings and a soft sweater, considering we're just hanging at the house for the day. The problem is, it's really hard to concentrate on chopping vegetables when Tyler sits behind me and I can feel his eyes roaming my body. He's not even trying to be discreet about it.

"I can't help it," he complains and I look over my shoulder to — surprise, surprise — find his eyes glued to my butt. "Your ass just looks so damn hot in those pants."

I roll my eyes. "I don't get it. You see me in tight running shorts all the time, but now suddenly leggings are distracting?"

He shrugs and grins devilishly. "You're sexy as hell in anything you wear but I don't know, there's just something about the way that fabric hugs your ass just right..." his tongue darts to lick his his lower lip. "At practice I concentrate on running, not checking you out, but right now... with us alone in here..."

Heat pools between my legs as his eyes devour me. He gets up from the chair and walks toward me slowly, every step making my heart race faster. When he reaches me, his hands circle my waist and he pulls me flush against him. I can feel his erection pressing against my stomach, the feeling making my core ache in need. I can't seem to get enough of him.

His head lowers down just as mine tilts up, and I see in his eyes the burning need I'm sure is echoed in mine. The moment our lips touch, my body's nerve endings light on fire.

I gasp and Tyler uses the opportunity to slip his tongue past my lips. I can't help but moan as our tongues dance together, my hands doing some exploring of their own.

"Upstairs," I wrench my mouth off his to get some much-needed air. "Now," I say breathlessly.

His mouth stretches in a wicked grin and he lifts me up and I automatically straddle my legs around his waist. A groan escapes his lips as my core rubs against his hardness. He starts walking toward the stairs, all while I'm rubbing myself against him trying to get some relief.

We reach my bedroom and he kicks the door closed behind us. I expect him to take me to the bed but instead he strides to the bathroom and closes that door behind us, as well. I give him a confused look but he just smiles and covers my mouth with his again.

I get lost in the sensation of his lips and it barely registers in my mind when he sets me down on my feet. His hands delve under my sweater, his touch leaving goosebumps behind. The sweater is soon lying discarded on the floor, as is my bra.

My head falls back as his hands knead my breasts, his thumbs flicking the sensitive peaks. Needing to touch him, I pull off his shirt and drag my hands down his hard pecks over his abs to the delicious V-shape disappearing into his jeans. I pop the button and make quick work of his zipper, pulling the jeans down, and he steps out of them.

He pulls me against him, my insides squirming at the wonderful feeling of his warm skin touching mine. His mouth moves to my bare shoulder and he leaves open-mouthed kisses all along my neck and shoulder, making me almost whimper with need.

I can feel him smile against my skin and then he straightens up and drops down his boxers. My eyes immediately fall to the impressive sight in front of me.

"I want to taste you," I wet my lips and drop down on my knees. I slowly lick him up from the bottom of his shaft to the wet tip, earning  a low growl. I look up to see his face as I take him fully in my mouth and start bobbing my head up and down, sucking in my cheeks. He never looks away from me, his eyes dark with lust.

I take him in deeper until the tip of his penis touches the back of my throat.

"Fuck, Nora," his eyes close and his hips start instinctively rocking back and forth and I grab his ass to control the rhythm.

He pulls away all too soon, lifting me back to my feet and planting a hungry kiss on on my lips.

"My turn," he says against my lips as his hands find the edge of my leggings. He pulls them down slowly, his fingers caressing my legs as they go. When the pants are pooled around my feet, I step out of them, now only in my thongs.

His hands cup my ass as he lowers down in front of me. "So wet," he says appreciatively as he palms my sex over the thin fabric. My legs shake from his touch and I have to brace my hands back on the sink as he nudges the fabric aside and his cool breath fans over my throbbing core.

His tongue takes a long lick and the sensation sends a bundle of pleasure coursing through me. "You taste so fucking good," he groans against my wetness, his fingers now gripping my thigh as he lifts my leg over his shoulder for better access.

I can't help but close my eyes as he eats me out. His tongue adds just the right amount of pressure as it circles my clit and he sucks the bundle of nerves just the right amount to have me reaching the edge quickly. My fingers grip the sink tightly as my legs shake and I come over his tongue.

He licks his lips clean, making my eyes hood over. I reach for him just as he stands up and turns me around to face the mirror. His hand flattens on my back and he pushes me down so I'm bent on the waist, yet again holding on to the sink for balance.

I watch in the mirror as his hands cup my breasts, massaging them before taking my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, twisting the peaks lightly. I make encouraging sounds of pleasure and push back against the hardness poking at my lower back.

His hands move slowly, languidly, down my body until they reach my ass. He rubs my cheeks before spreading them apart for better access to my core. My breath hitches as his dick finds my wet folds and he pushes into me, my walls stretching to take in all of him.

My head falls down as I brace on my arms, the feeling of fullness inside me incredible. He stops moving and gathers all my hair in his fist before pulling my head back until my eyes meet his in the mirror.

"I want you to watch as I fuck you," he says through gritted teeth, clearly struggling to hold still inside me.

Oh fuck. I'm even more turned on than before, if even possible. I nod my head eagerly and am instantly rewarded by a deep thrust in and out. My eyes almost roll back at the sensation but I force them to stay open and glued to Tyler's.

He thrusts into me hard, one of his hands staying in my hair, the other traveling down my stomach and between my legs. As his fingers starts rubbing my clit I can't help but moan loudly. Tyler's eyes darken and he picks up the speed, making me pant as I near my orgasm. 

Just as the combined feeling of his dick filling me and his fingers caressing my sweet spot make me come hard all over him, he gets his own release. He shudders as he moves in and out of me a few times more before pulling out, his load falling down my thighs.

I have to lean on to the sink to catch my breath before I'm able to straighten up. His arms snake around my waist and he plants a tender kiss to my neck.

"I guess we need to take another shower," I grin, giddy with pleasure.

"Good thing we're already in a bathroom, then," he smirks and pulls me with him to the shower cubicle.

---

After showering again, we head back downstairs to finish the chicken stir fry I started before our hormones took us over, and this time Tyler actually helps me. Babysitting Bella and making sure she has home-cooked meals most days have made him an excellent home-cook, it seems.

We're just about to sit down to eat when the doorbell rings. Tyler looks at me questioningly and I shrug. I have no idea who it could be. 

"I'll set the table while you go see who it is" he offers as the doorbell rings another time.

"Thanks," I give him a quick peck on the cheek as I walk past him out of the kitchen. The ringing sounds a third time just as I open the door.

"Evan!" I take in the familiar face. "What are you doing here?"

He cocks a brow and crosses his arms over his chest. "I came to see what in the hell is going on with you and Tyler both skipping school today."

"Oh," I can feel my cheeks heating up. "Uh..."

"He inside?" Evan tries to look past me into the house.

"Maybe," I cross my own arms, squirming uncomfortably. I don't know how I feel about others knowing about Tyler and me more or less together again. Especially Evan, who knows all about Tyler breaking our deal. I don't want him to think I don't have any self-respect, taking him back so soon after that, even if it is true.

Evan rolls his eyes, seeming to guess my trail of thought. "I just want to know if he's okay. Yesterday..." he hesitates, clearly debating how much to say. "Yesterday was a hard day for him, okay? That's all I'm saying on the matter, but I couldn't help but worry when he didn't show up at school today. And then when you were a no-show as well, I figured he's probably with you. Am I right?"

"You're right," I relax my stance. "And he told me everything last night, so you don't need to tiptoe around the subject anymore."

Evan's brows shoot up in surprise. "He did?"

I nod. "Yeah. He got really wasted and slept over here and we talked. A lot." And some other things.

"Huh," he looks flabbergasted. "Well, good for you two, I guess. I take it you've also resolved the other issue?" He looks at me questioningly.

"More or less."

"And?" he pushes. "Are you friends again?" He puts up a hand, "Please tell me it's not the same ridiculousness you had going on before, because I might just strangle you all if you're back to that shit." He looks dead-serious and I can't help but think how uncomfortable it must have been for him these past days to be in the middle of our drama.

"Uh, well, we're kind of together, I think," I wring my hands together. "We're seeing how things go and go from there." Tyler just needs to lose his old ways and I need to get over my trust issues. Easy-peasy, right?

"That sounds..." he hesitates, trying to come up with the right word.

"Complicated?" I suggest and he nods.

"Yeah. But I guess it's better than you two fighting," he grins.

"That it is," I grin back and step aside to let him in. "Come on, we were just about to eat. You hungry?"

"Ravenous."

---

"What's this?" Tyler's fingers skim over the garment bag I forgot on the armchair yesterday.

I walk over to him and snag the bag out of his reach. "My prom dress." I make my way to my closet and hang the dress up. I want it to be a surprise.

The guys' eyes widen and they exchange a panicked glance.

"You forgot about prom, didn't you?" I can't help the grin that tugs at my lips. Typical boys.

"No, of course not" Evan crosses his arms over his bulky chest.

"Totally did" Tyler admits, lounging comfortably on the now-vacated armchair.

I shake my head at them. "You guys know that most of the girls already have dates, right? Some have been planning prom night since ages ago."

"What? Already?" Evan exclaims while Tyler's eyes scan my face.

"Are you going with someone?" He sounds rather accusing.

"No," I quip, moving to stand in front of him. "Wouldn't know any hottie available?"

"Yeah, me," he basically growls and pulls me down on his lap. I let out a giggle and writhe in his arms to get comfortable.

"You're going with me," he states as his arms tighten around me possessively.

"Maybe," I grin wickedly. I didn't hear a question in there. Evan stifles a laugh and quickly looks away.

"Maybe?" Tyler sounds outraged. "You're not going with any other guy, that's for sure."

"Oh, is that right?" I turn on his lap to give him a challenging look. I have no intention of going with anyone else, but I can't have him ordering me around, either.

"It is," his jaw clenches. "You're mine."

My heart flutters. "That's..." I don't know what it is. My cheeks heat up as I take in the words. I love him calling me his. But I need to set some ground-rules, as well. Tyler looks at me expectantly.

"Just ask her, dude" Evan rolls his eyes at his friend's stupidity.

Tyler blinks and looks from Evan to me. "That's what this is about? Seriously?"

"Seriously," I meet his stare head-on.

The hardness in his eyes melts and he takes my hands in his. "Will you go to prom with me?"

I smile and peck his lips. "Yes."

He smiles and shakes his head disbelievingly. "I can't believe you made me go through that just to get me to properly ask you."

"And I can't believe you thought you could boss me around," I stick out my tongue like the child I am.

"Okay, cuties," Evan lays down dramatically on my newly made bed. "Enough about you two. My turn. How the fuck am I going to get a date this late in the game?"

Tyler shrugs like he couldn't care less. "Surely someone is still available."

"Well, yeah, obviously" Evan drags a hand down his face, clearly frustrated. "But I want a smoking hot date, not just some random chick."

"And just out of curiosity," I look at him shrewdly, "Who would you like to go with?"

"I don't know," he shrugs. "I mean... yeah, I don't know." He mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like "someone blonde and gorgeous" under his breath.

"You sure about that?" I inwardly smirk, my thoughts immediately going to my best friend. The very blonde best friend Evan has been shamelessly staring at and flirting with these past few months. And that friend just happens to still be dateless, hoping that this idiot will scrap together two working brain cells to ask her.

"Well..." he stretches the word. "I guess I do. But there's no way she doesn't already have a date."

"And why's that?"

"Because she's like the prettiest girl in the whole freaking school," he groans and Tyler narrows his eyes at him. "Besides our beloved little spitfire here, of course" Evan quickly adds, flashing me a blinding smile. Tyler nods in satisfaction.

"Yeah, thanks," I say dryly, still eyeing him. "And have you thought about asking this girl, anyway? I mean, you don't know if she's already taken or not. She could be waiting for someone special. "

"Yeah..." he thinks it over. "Ugh, I guess I'll have to ask and probably embarrass myself in the process."

I frown, thinking I missed something. "Why would you embarrass yourself?"

Evan rises up on his elbows. "Because she'll think I'm a total loser, that's why."

I stare at him, trying to follow his trail of thought and failing. "I don't get it."

He levels me with a "don't be an idiot" look and sighs heavily. "Because if she —and I'm sure she does— has a date already, she will have to say no to me and that will lead to a very awkward moment."

I eye him suspiciously. "You've never been turned down before, have you?"

"No," he answers rather defensively. "I'm hot as fuck, okay? Girl drool over me, guys want to be me. And I'm incredible in the sack—"

"Whoa!" I raise my hand palm out to stop him before I'm given detailed information. "I don't need to hear any more."

"Yeah" Tyler glowers at his best friend. "She doesn't need to hear about your subpar skills in the bedroom."

I elbow him on the side before a debate ensues. "Stop that. And you," I look at Evan, "Just grow a pair and ask the girl out. Jeez." You'd think that with the amount of confidence he usually oozes, he'd have no trouble asking a girl out. Unless this girl actually means more to him than he wants to admit. I smile to myself.

The guys grumble but don't argue. Good.