He could feel the hardness of her nipples against his chest, and the drum beat of her heart. “Oh, and thanks for not telling me that was your cousin’s ass I was staring at.” Jason slugged him in the arm. The door was open an inch. Mowing a lawn was the perfect brainless activity for him. She’d be excited with him and he wanted that, but there was no way he could make her a co-conspirator. He took her face in his hands and got some more courage from one of her passionate kisses. Somehow, he doubted it, and that should have made him run, but he stayed. “They don’t look happy.”
Jason’s eyes widened. Candy sat on top of the Maytag. “Shit.”
“No, Dip-stick, I could feel you staring, as usual.” The girl turned around. “I’m showering,” Jason said, and turned off the overhead light. The two girls reached them and the brunette from the ticket booth said, “Hi, this is my friend, Billy Joe.
