Her stalker had gotten offended because it was his money to spend any way he liked, and he liked her.
She still got warm fuzzies when she thought of how he’d made her concede his victory, with her legs over his shoulders while he brought her to orgasm with that talented mouth.
He saw her looking at his lips and smirked. “Remembering last night?”
“Oh, you giant ass?—”
He interrupted her tirade with a kiss…
…that his father interrupted when he opened the front door. The lumbering older man, as tall as Damon, looked just like his son. Same dark good looks, same icy eyes, same smug smile. “Well, now. This must be Marlie.”
Damon pulled away and clutched Marlie under an arm, as if afraid she’d bolt. “Dad, meet Marlie. Marlie, Big Mike.”
The guy pried Marlie away and slowly walked her into the house, his lower leg in a cast, a boot on his foot. “Pleasure to meet you, Marlie.” He surprised her with a gentle side hug before introducing her to his normal-sized wife, who looked petite next to her husband.
“Marlie, this is Leila, my lovely bride of thirty-odd years.”
Leila Sinclair was a beautiful older woman with long brown hair and bright blue eyes. Her smooth skin, marred only by slight laugh lines around her eyes, made her look years younger than her late fifties. Her arm sat in a sling, and she appeared frail, dressed in oversized sweats embroidered with multicolored Christmas lights.
Inside the home, a fire crackled. A tree had been stationed in a corner of the living room. Soft holiday music played, giving the room a festive atmosphere.
Leila smiled kindly at Marlie, studying her and smiling wider with each second that passed. “Marlie Reynolds? I think I know your mother.”
“I’m sorry,” Marlie blurted and blushed.
Leila laughed.
“I meant, oh, that’s great.”
Leila motioned for Marlie to join her in the kitchen.
“Dad, sit down before you trip yourself and I have to haul your big ass to the doctor’s. Again,” Damon growled.
“Watch it, boy.” More growling back and forth, but a glance over her shoulder showed Damon helping his father settle in the recliner near the fire.
She turned back to see Leila smiling.
“I’m so glad to meet you, Marlie. I’ve heard nothing but good things.”
“Really?” What had Damon told his parents?
“Oh yes. Would you like some hot cider?”
“Please. Can I help?”
“Thank you. The cups are up there.”
Marlie fetched a few cups and poured cider for them all. Then she grabbed a tray set with cookies and put everything together, carrying the tray to the living room.
“Damon, did you get all the boxes I told you to grab from the attic yesterday?” Leila asked.
“Yes, Mom.” He took the tray from Marlie and set it on the coffee table. “Mom, sit down. Marlie and I will help. You tell us what to do.”
“She likes to do that,” his dad said.
Marlie chuckled. “My mom does the same thing at my house.”
“I live to serve.” Big Mike winked.
