Her eyes widened.
“Yeah, so you’re safe for a while.”
“Safe forever as long as I keep telling you no. At least till our wedding night.”
“That’s what you think. But you know it’s gonna happen long before then.”
“What’s gonna happen?” she taunted.
“You know.” I kissed her. “I’m going to spread your legs, get your pussy nice and hot and slippery, and slide every inch of my cock into you. I’m going to pound your little box until I fill it.”
She whimpered.
“Then I’m going to fuck you again and shoot another load inside you.
After that, I’ll make you suck my cock until I’m hard again. You can ride me until you come, and I’ll fill you with a third load.” I kissed her again and she leaned into me. “And that’s just the first hour,” I added softly. “Imagine a whole night of that.”
She sighed with barely suppressed desire. “Yes, please.”
“When you’re ready. All you have to do is ask.”
“Ugh! Why’d you have to spoil it? You know what I want!”
“Uh-huh. But—”
“I know. You don’t want another Kendall. I get it.” She grimaced.
“Sometimes I really don’t like you.”
“Sorry,” I said unrepentantly.
She tried a pout, but that didn’t work either, so she did her attitude-adjustment trick. “Tell me again what you’re going to do.”
I described a recurring fantasy, one where I tied her to the bed and had my way with her.
“Oh my gosh.” Her cheeks had turned pink from the heat, and she squirmed in my lap with even more heat between her legs.
I let her imagination run wild for a few moments before I said, “We’d better head inside.”
“Do we have to?”
“Yeah, sorry. If we don’t, I’m going to throw you into the back and fuck you for real. Call me a romantic, but I really don’t want our first time to be in the back seat of a ’72 Toyota.”
She laughed. “Me neither.”
“At least we agree on that.” I pretended to think about it. “Actually, we agree on pretty much everything. You just don’t know it yet.”
“Excuse me?”
“You said it yourself, I make it easy for you to be naughty.”
“You can say that again!”
“I make it easy for you to be naughty.”
She rolled her eyes but kissed me anyway.
“Okay,” I said at last, “back seat or inside.”
“I dunno, the back seat looks pretty comfy. Or…,” she hesitated, “you could tie me to the bed.”
“Don’t tempt me.” I patted her bottom and gently slid her off my lap.
“Now come on, Little Bit. Let’s get a move on.”
“Yes, sir.”
Erin spoke up during dinner. “Um, hey… is it okay if I invite Leah and Mark to come over tonight?”
Mom’s brow furrowed. “Are you talking to me or Paul and Christy?”
“You.”
“Fine by me,” she said.
“I’d better explain first,” Erin said. “Mark said he’ll bring the stuff to make B-52s. Those’re shots, by the way. Alcohol, not planes.”
“We know,” Dad said with a laugh. “We aren’t complete squares.”
“Yeah, sorry. Anyway,” she continued, “I figure if we’re going to be drinking, you won’t want them to drive home. So, if they come over—and that’s a big ‘if,’ since I want to make sure it’s okay with Christy and Paul too
—I was going to ask them to spend the night. But I wanted to clear it with you first.
“I mean, we could surprise you with the overnight part,” she explained,
“after they’d already been drinking, but that seems kinda underhanded. We don’t really want to go to a club, so… I thought we could do it here instead, where it’s safe.”
“That’s… a very wise decision,” Mom said when she recovered. She glanced at Dad. “I’m okay if you are.”
“Sure. I’m easy.”
“Thanks,” Erin said to them before she glanced at us. “Okay, two down, two to go. But you can totally object if you want to, Christy.”
“Why would I?”
“I dunno. Leah just said you might. But I guess I’m getting ahead of myself. You probably don’t even know who she is.”
“No, I’ve met her,” Christy said. “She came to Knoxville after the thing with that guy. And… didn’t she have a fight with her mother?” She glanced at me and said, “You made her call home. Remember?”
I nodded. Leah had also spent the night with me, which Christy certainly remembered as well. Her memory was as good as mine, maybe better.
“Oh, yeah!” Erin said in surprise. “When she ran away and no one could find her. The Gary incident. Ugh, what a jerk.”
“No kidding,” Christy agreed, “Wren told me about it. One of those guys.”
“Totally,” Erin said. “A real asshole. So you understand.”
“I think we all do,” Mom said. “The Garys of the world are a stain on mankind.”
“They make the rest of us look good by comparison,” Dad said lightly.
“Because we don’t kiss and tell,” I added.
“Amen,” Christy said with feeling.
Mom, Erin, and I exchanged a grin.
“Okay,” Erin said as she picked up where she’d left off, “so you know who Leah is. I guess that explains why she wants to see you. I forgot you met already.”
“We did, sort of, but I wasn’t very friendly.”
“Really? Why not?”
I jumped in, “She was annoyed with me. I wasn’t being a jerk—not at the time—but…”
“I did something I wasn’t really proud of,” Christy said. “I… um…
started some rumors too. A former friend gave me some bad advice, but it was my fault for taking it.”
I nodded and left it at that. Then Christy touched my hand and squeezed gently.
Erin’s eyebrows twitched at the possessive gesture.
“That’s why she’s a former friend,” Christy said.
“Ah, okay,” Erin said. “But… you’re okay if Leah and Mark come over?
I thought we could hang out in the hot tub and just chill.”
Christy looked at me.
“It’s up to you,” I said. “You’re the new nudist.”
“Hold on, we’ll be…?
“Nude,” I finished for her. “Unless you don’t want to.”
“No one’s going to force you,” Mom assured her.
“Totally,” Erin agreed. “You can wear a suit if you want. I probably have one that’ll fit you.” She sized her up. “Okay, maybe not. But a string bikini, at least. We can make it work.”
“Or you can just say no to the whole thing,” Mom added, followed by a nod from Erin.
“No, I’m… okay,” Christy said. “I did fine with Susan and the others.
Besides, I’d like to meet Leah when I’m not being a you-know-what.”
Erin smiled and leapt up. Then she slid back into her seat. “Sorry, Mom.
May I be excused? Just for a minute? I wanna call Leah and tell her.”
“Go ahead,” Mom said with a laugh.
Erin used the kitchen phone, but she stretched the long cord into the living room.
“Sometimes she goes a bit overboard on the maturity thing,” Mom said to the rest of us.
“It beats the alternative,” Dad said.
“No kidding.”
“Besides,” he added, “it makes me happy to see you getting along.”
“Me too,” I said.
“Took us long enough,” she muttered.
“You’re both stubborn, strong-willed women,” he said.
“You can say that again,” I said with a laugh. Then I sat upright and glanced sideways at Christy. “Uh-oh. I just realized something.”
Her brow knitted. “What?”
“You’re stubborn and strong-willed too. Sorry, I have to break up with you. I can’t date a woman like my mother.”
The mother in question swatted my arm. “That wasn’t very nice. To me or her.”
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”
“Try harder next time.”
“Mom, you’re the second most-wonderful woman in the world, and I love you more than I’ll ever be able to tell you.”