Free Some Boy (What's Love? #1) by Jenna Cox

“Well, we wanted you to come to lunch today, also.”
    My mouth was opening and closing like a fish, as I processed this. Then I nearly died when Brendan replied.
    “We’d love to.”
    It was my parents’ turn to gape like mullets. But they didn’t say anything. My dad just looked kind of red in the face and nodded tersely. I could see the inner conflict between his deeply ingrained politeness in public and his shock at someone else’s lack of decorum. Especially when that someone was a strange boy with an arm around his one and only daughter.
    I looked at Brendan sharply myself, but I couldn’t blame him. He was just doing what I’d asked him to. And I needed to say something, before the lawyer in my dad woke up and overtook his manners. “Sure, okay,” I said briskly. “Should we go now? Let’s go.”
    “Are you going to get changed first?” my mum asked, looking me over.
    “Uh, yeah. I’ll just be a minute.” I pushed Brendan along so I could scoot off the bench, too, and headed to my room, ignoring the faintly alarmed looks on my parents’ faces at being left alone again. I’d taken Brendan’s hand and pulled him along with me, which didn’t help put them at ease. But at least it meant my mum wouldn’t dare follow me and try to help pick out clothing.  
    I didn’t know if they’d seen the hickey or not, but there could hardly be any doubt in their minds that he’d been in my bed, even if they were experiencing severe cognitive dissonance trying to remain in denial about it.
    In the safety of my room, I flopped down on said bed and sighed. Brendan leant against my desk, opposite.
    “How’d I do? Want me to dial it up at lunch?”
    I laughed. “Nice work on that, by the way. Inviting yourself.”
    “Thanks,” he said and beamed ridiculously. “I don’t actually have to come, though,” he added more seriously.
    “Do you want to come? I’m happy for you to be there—you’re kind of a nice buffer—but I wouldn’t want to be there, if I was you.”
    Brendan shrugged. “It’s kind of fun to watch them squirm. And besides, free lunch.”
    “True. And a nice one. Make sure you order something expensive. And some booze, too, something fancy.”
    I stood up and moved closer to him, and he brought his arms around me and pulled me in.
    “You got it,” he said, and grinned. Then he stood up straighter, tightening his arms, and he bent his head to kiss me. I cursed my parents even more then, wishing I could just strip off my clothes and crawl back into bed with Brendan. But instead I had to strip off just to put on something stuffy and straight-laced.  
    I moaned a little, and Brendan deepened the kiss, his hands roving suggestively. He flicked open two buttons on my plaid shirt before I’d even realised. I grabbed his hand in mine to stop him as he tried for the third.
    “I’m just helping you get changed,” he said.
    “Sure you are,” I said, but when he tugged his hand out of mine, I didn’t try too hard to stop him. And he undid the rest of my buttons, slowly, his amber eyes never leaving my face. And with every one, the heat in my body intensified until I was surprised I wasn’t a puddle on the floor.  
    “God fucking damn, I want to take you back to bed right now,” he murmured, dipping his head to kiss my neck and run his tongue along my collar bone. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and he pulled back my undone shirt, one half at a time, kissing each breast as it was revealed.
    I swallowed thickly. I was literally weak at the knees and had to grip his shoulders to stay standing. “I don’t think I could stop you,” I murmured, smiling down at him when he looked up from kissing my skin. His eyes were dark. And then he stood up and kissed me, pressing my lips open with his, pushing me back to the bed. Flicking my jeans open. Tugging at them, and then his own as I shimmied mine the rest of the way off, along with my underwear.
    He lowered back down to me, already hard and pulsing,