My eyes widen as I clutch my neck. I already know I’m blushing as my cheeks warm, and I can’t look my mom in the eye.
Beth elbows him and hisses, “Don’t embarrass him.”
“Sorry, little bro,” he chuckles. “It’s the first time I’ve been able to make a joke like that; I couldn’t resist.”
“Well did you have to do it in front of everyone?” I tilt my head towards mom and Miguel, still not able to look at them.
“Well yeah,” he says, “that just made it funnier.”
“Leave him alone, Ángel,” Mom says. “I think it’s sweet.”
I groan internally, pretty sure that if she knew exactly what happened up in that room she wouldn’t be saying it was sweet. How the hell do people do this? Sit with their parents and their partner with this kind of knowledge hanging over them. I have a hickey on my neck, that my boyfriend put there while he fucked me… and they all know. My mom and brother are bickering amongst themselves, but I’m ignoring their words, I don’t want to know…
“Breathe,” Stephen murmurs against my head, as he pulls me into a hug. “I can practically hear your brain going into overdrive.” I squeeze his thigh under the table, not able to speak. “What you’re feeling is normal, it’s just new for you. It’s weird, the realization that your parents know about certain aspects of our relationship. But it’s okay, we’re all adults here, and other than your brother making a joke, no one istalking about it. So breathe, baby.”
I focus on his words. This is normal, it’s just new. Which makes sense, I’ve never had a relationship before, and now I have one and it’s unfolding in front of my family. But Stephen’s right, it’s okay.
“They’re not thinking about the details,” he says, “all they care about is if you’re happy.”
Right, that sounds right, like something my mom would say. So this is okay… right?
I tune back into their conversation and they’re talking about something else entirely. Beth is telling my mom about her decorating plans for the rest of their apartment, something to do with the color scheme for their bedroom. Stephen’s right, they’ve moved on, they’re not even thinking about it. I take a couple of breaths, the ball of anxiety easing in my chest.
“Thanks,” I whisper.
“Anytime, baby.”
He joins in with Beth and my mom, looking at the inspiration board on her phone and giving his opinions on the different styles. His ability to calm me down and comfort me still blows my mind; it’s like he knows exactly when my thoughts start spiraling and how to bring me back. As I watch him interact with my family, it hits me again that he’s mine, and that tomorrow, the whole world will know it.
Chapter 27
Stephen
Iwakeuptothe scent of Donovan surrounding me and I worry it’s a dream, until memories of yesterday remind me it’s real. He’s lying in my arms; my body wrapped around him; soft snores escaping him as he sleeps. Fuck, I missed this. We ended up spending the night at the clubhouse, once the BBQ ended and people started to leave, it made sense to go back to the room we’d used earlier and sleep here.
Nuzzling into his neck and inhaling deeply, I resist the urge to run my hand down his body and explore. I’d kept my promise and fucked him a third time last night, granted it was after he properly introduced me to his friends and family, but still. Three times in one day after not seeing each other for a month probably took a toll on his body, but fuck, he just takes me so well.
I stroke my hand down his stomach, wondering how he’d feel about being woken up with a blow job. It’s not something we’ve talked about before…
“Whatever you’re thinking, stop,” he murmurs.
“How did you know I was thinking something?”
“I can practically hear the cogs turning in your brain.”
“And why do you want me to stop?” I ask. “Maybe you’ll like what I’m thinking.”
“I’m sure I would, but you have a press conference to get ready for, and I’m exhausted after yesterday.”
“You wouldn’t have to do anything though, baby, I’ll do all the work.” I run my hand lower down his body, his cock hard and ready for me. I grip him, eliciting a moan. “You can just lie back and enjoy it.”
He grinds his ass back into me, my own cock jumping to attention, and it makes me groan.
“I was going to suck your cock, but are you asking for a fourth time in twenty-four hours?”
“Unless that’s too much for you?” he smirks.
“Brat,” I murmur, gripping his cock again. “Get the lube.”
