I face Eden. “Say the word, and I’ll fuck him up,” I speak loud enough for him to hear.
Several people do, including her friends. Eden takes my hands and pulls me into a corner away from everyone’s eyes.
I wait for her to get angry at me for getting in that asshole’s face, but she gets on her tiptoes and kisses me. After jumping into my arms, she wraps her legs around me.
“Mmhmm,” I moan in her mouth as my body becomes alive.
“God, you’re sexy when you threaten Levar.” She deepens the kiss and slides her hand through my hair. “I hate him so much.”
I lean her against the side of the house, ready to fuck her against the wall, when I hear a loud throat clearing.
“Eden Rose,” a voice admonishes, “if you don’t get off that man right now. Your grandmother is a few feet away.”
Eden ends the kiss, but her breathing is erratic. If her mother weren’t here, I’d suck one of her nipples through her shirt. She slowly slides down my body, bumping against my engorged dick along the way.
Her mother stomps over to us and grabs her daughter’s wrist like we’re two teenagers caught making out in church. She pulls Eden away, but not before she glares at me.
I stay there for a few minutes to get my body under control. It doesn’t work. I stick my hand inside my pants, readjust my dick, and picture Eden’s grandmother in a bikini. That’s what finally does the trick.
Chapter 40
Eden
Rip arrives at the table in time to pull a chair out for me. He sits next to me, and when no one is looking, I lean close to his ear and whisper, “I want to swallow your cum.”
His head whips around so fast that some of his hair hits me in the face. He leans close and softly growls.
“You’re killing me,” he whispers.
Someone slams something down on the table, and my mom glares down at us. She sits across from me, and Dad sits at the head, and the kids are at a table a few feet away.
Everyone remains silent while the food gets passed around. Rip cuts into his steak, but before the fork can make it to his mouth, Sylvie speaks.
“Isn’t anyone going to say grace?”
From across the table, Selene rolls her eyes.
“Selene?” Sylvie asks. “Will you do it?”
“I’d rather not,” Selene says, but I kick her under the table and mouth ‘Do it.’ I know she will keep it short. “But okay.” She says the quickest prayer in history, and we eat.
I swipe a chicken wing from Rip’s plate and give him my steak.
“I prefer chicken,” I whisper. “Don’t like steak.”
He gives me the rest of his chicken. I put my free hand on his thigh and squeeze it, suddenly so happy to have him here.
“So, Eden, how did you and your …” Sylvie pretends to mull her words. “Ahem, friend?” She shrugs as if she’s asking. “How’d you meet?”
“Nunya.” I wave my hand in dismissal.
“Very mature,” Sylvie says under her breath.
Ignoring her, I eat pasta salad out of Rip’s bowl.
“Howdidyou two meet?” my grandma asks, but unlike Sylvie, she means it sincerely.
“At his club. Cori, Selene, and I went for ladies’ night, and that’s how we met.” I decide to keep things as close to the truth as possible.
