Slipping an arm around my waist, he pulled me flush against his chest.
“Are you usually this emotional when you drink?”
His voice stayed calm, but his hand tightened slightly at my waist.
“You already know the answer to that.”
“I do,” he said. “You’re also a lot more truthful, so… the sex this morning meant nothing to you?”
He waited, watching my face instead of pushing for an answer.
I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t answer.
“You’re cheating,” he said, smiling. “Tell me.”
I didn’t say a word.
“Okay, Jenna.” He pressed a kiss to my lips and slid his hands over my hips, slow and deliberate, like he already knew how this would end. “I guess we’ll have to have round four before I get the answer to that.”
“It would be round five…” I whispered.
“Thanks for the correction.” He gently smacked my ass, showing slight restraint. “No more alcohol for the rest of dinner. We’ll talk about the important things when you’re sober.”
“Are we staying here tonight?”
“No, we’re going to get a hotel,” he said. “I’m tired of muffling your screams while you say my name.”
A few hours later,Nicholas stacked all of my presents into the trunk and gave my father a hug.
“I’m glad to call you a son-in-law, Nicholas,” he said to him. “And I’m sure your father would be proud of you, too.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“You’ll be back for our January birthday tradition, won’t you?”
“Jenna has never mentioned that to me,” he said, glancing at me through the window. “What is it exactly?”
“Most of the women in this family were born in January, including Jenna, so we usually get together around the fifteenth for a huge celebration.” He paused. “Jenna hasn’t been able to attend the last few because of work, and I know how much that means to you both, so we won’t be offended if you can’t come.”
“I’ll make sure we’re here.” He smiled. “Thanks for telling me.”
He said it like it wasn’t up for debate.
My father blew me a kiss before stepping back and watching Nicholas slide behind the wheel.
Nicholas waited until my door was closed before pulling away.
As we coasted onto the street, Nicholas looked over at me.
“You’ve never told me about the birthday thing, Jenna,” he said.
I stared out the window, already knowing exactly why.
“As if you would’ve let me get away with that.”
“Is there anything else you’d like to let me know about you—that I don’t already, or do I just have to wait until we get to the hotel to fuck it out of you?”
“The latter.”
