I Can't Own You? (BOOK 1)

52 (NEW)

CHRIS

I tiptoe upstairs with liver cheese and crackers, trying to make as little noise as I can. It's noon; my parents are talking in their room and watching the news. I'm supposed to keep out of Sam's room, but it's been too long. At the top, I skip the last step, knowing that it'd give my sneaking mode a red flag. Even over the chatter of boring politics from the TV, the boards would draw attention with its insane squeaking.

"Trump is trying to turn America into Rome." I hear my father say with heavy dread.

"And will burn it up just as bad." My mama adds gravely.

I tiptoe on, passing their bedroom door, that is ajar. Okay, be quick...mama has eyes like a hawk. I count to three. One. Two. Three. I slide my black and blue striped socks past the floor in front of the door, as if wearing skates as socks. The TV covers up a quick squeak from the floor as I tip-toe run to the guest bedroom. I make to knock...but don't.

Gotta be sneaky with my mission. I turn the knob and lift the door, so it doesn't creak. Slowly. Like a ninja...or a creep.

"What. The. Hell." Sam laughs as I slither into the room. "Why are you moving like that?!"

"Shhh." I close the door behind me.

His green eyes lower to the snack in my hand. "Oh, no..."

"Oh, yes." I sway over to him in a salsa dance motion. "Open." I take a cracker and poke it at his tight mouth. I attempt to jam the cracker between his lips. Fail. Massive fail. "Okay, if you try it you'll win a kiss."

"Oh." His gaze lowers to my lips.

"From my teddy bear." I crackle like a witch.

"Ms. Twinkles?"

"Ding, ding, ding!" I open the case of liver cheese and tear a piece off and place it on the cracker. I cock a brow then feed it to Sam, grinning hugely. He chews as if he's a chef or a food critic, judging the taste. "Not as bad as you thought, huh?"

" I was overdramatic, I admit that." He grabs the belt loops of my shorts and tugs me forward. "Now, I held up my end, your turn."

"Cool, let me get the bear."

I try to walk off but am tugged back by Sam. "Stop."

I cover my mouth before he can kiss it "You gotta eat two more to get a kiss, plus an audible add on."

"A what?"

"You'll see." I spin out of his grasp and whip up another piece to feed him. Before I do so, I add out more liver cheese and stack it into a huge three-tier cracker sandwich.

Sam's eyes widen at the height of the snack. "Alright, let's do this." I laugh as he opens his mouth wide enough so it can fit. Why am I getting turned on? "Okay, put it in." He says. Fuck that's sexy...maybe I'll ride that mouth after. I jam it in, covering my mouth as Sam struggles to chew it correctly, crumbs and pieces of meat fall from the corners of his mouth.

I hold back laughing, straining my neck veins, and hissing out air. "Don't choke."

Sam gives me a taboo look while chewing, shuffling the snack around in his mouth with much moisture. "You're trying to kill me." He says with stuffed jaws. He takes five more chews, then swallows. The gulp...the gulp gets me hard.

I sit down the items in my hand on the bed and pull him into a massive kiss. Tasting the food on his lips, on his tongue. His smile. I press onto him...feeling the bulge in the crotch of his jeans. He lets out a moan.