Tomorrow was surely going to be an interesting Thanksgiving. With a caterer.
I was already dreading Christmas.
Jesus, I was trying to be a caterer and Drew hired someone else. I vowed to myself the holidays would never be like this again. Next year, I’d ask Drew to cough up some money and we would go away. It was worth it.
At the end of the weekend, we flopped on top of the bedcovers and lay tangled together, Drew’s fingers running up and down my arm.
“It wasn’t so bad,” I whispered, lying.
“Jules, don’t bullshit me.” He pinched my skin, teasing me, taunting me.
“It was bad. Your mom basically hates me, and my mom ... at least she loves Darla.”
“My mom wants her to go far, far away.”
“Like to the moon.” I laughed out loud.
“Darla can stay under this roof until she’s forty, for all I care.” Drew pulled me up so we were face-to-face.
“Somehow, I don’t think she’ll like that plan.”
“I like it. A lot.” He ran his nose along mine. “A whole lot. That’s my girl.”
“Right now, I like you,” I mumbled, pressing my lips to his.
“You do now?”
He kissed me with the passion of three men, our tongues meeting and twisting, like our legs. I felt my heat rub against his thigh, and I moaned.
“Touch me.” I was desperate, hot and bothered for King, the man of my dreams. “Pinch me again.”
“What?” He pulled back and looked at me, his brow furrowed, his eyes questioning me.
“I have to know this is real.”
“It’s real, babe. You, me, Darla, the fairy tale.”
“I can’t believe it. I just can’t.”
He kissed me again, stronger than before, headier than earlier. I didn’t need any words. I believed.
I shoved down Drew’s shorts, giving myself easy access to his commando ass. I nudged him closer so his hardness ran along my wetness. My panties were soaked, and he didn’t waste any time tugging off my oversized T-shirt. His mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking hard and eliciting a long moan from me.
Next came my panties, tossed to the floor, and he was in me. My back to the mattress, his frame hovering over me, taking his damn sweet time moving in and out of me.
I thought about telling him my secret, but I didn’t. I decided to enjoy this moment, revel in my belief and my man. There was no way he’d be mad about my little lie of omission. It wasn’t exactly like keeping Darla from him for years. He’d be thrilled to learn I’d stopped taking the pill two weeks before, and I was waiting for just the right time to admit it.
Drew moaned my name in my ear and whispered, “Love you, babe. Since the moment I sat at your kitchen table, in awe of how strong you were.”
At that moment, I decided to wait. He didn’t need to know until I could tell him even better news.
Drew
“Daddy, look!” Darla’s hand stretched to the left of the kayak, almost tipping her slim body into the Pacific.
“Whoa,” I said, slowing my oar. “I see it, superstar.”
“Look at it!”
