“If you’ll come over for dinner Friday night?” I said, never breaking eye contact. Gwen smiled slowly.
“Are we at that stage already?” she teased.
“Woman, it’s been eight weeks.”
“But we haven’t been serious for eight weeks,” she retorted haughtily, but I caught the lie in her eyes. It made me grin, made my cock harden against her thigh. “Well, we were seriously casual, and then casually serious…” she trailed off the moment I laid a hot, sucking kiss to the secretive place along the side of her throat, just beneath her jaw—the place I knew would drive her crazy.
She withered against me, her hands dropping to my chest, gripping the material of my shirt. I lifted my head to give her a serious look, and she laughed. “I’d be happy to meet your mom,” she said, her eyes warming.
“Good. Now, for the second order of business…” I said, lifting her and setting her down on the counter. She was at the perfect height, and I settled between her thighs, eliciting sighs from her as I kissed along her collarbone and neck.
A soft moan spilled from her lips when my mouth covered her nipple over her lace bra. “Alaric,” she breathed.
The sound of my name on her lips, the way she felt, all of it so deliriously arousing that I couldn’t help but push my thickening erection against the place between her thighs where I desperately wanted to be.
She bit down on her bottom lip, pulling away to look at me as my fingers deftly unhooked her bra. It fell, sliding off her legs to the floor, and she moved to unbutton her jeans. Gripping the edge of the counter, she lifted her ass so I could pull them the rest of the way off her.
They hit the floor noisily, the brass button clicking on the tile. I pulled my shirt off and unbuttoned my jeans, the descending zipper punctuating the silence.
Gwen cast a worried look over her shoulder toward the stairs. I gently cupped her chin, turning her head back in my direction. “We won’t wake her,” I promised, my lips flitting over hers as my hand slid into my back pocket for a condom.
Pushing my pants over my hips, I rolled the condom on in one fluid motion. “You know, I am on birth control,” she pointed out, smirking a little.
“I know,” I gritted. I didn’t need the reminder; it just made shedding the condom all that more appealing. God, I wanted to—so badly—but I was afraid to do it, even once. Fearful that if I truly knew what it felt like to sink completely bare into her, I’d never be satisfied using a condom again.
I wasn’t deterred by the prospect of knocking her up, not in the slightest. But with her, I wanted to do things therightway.
I pushed into her, burying myself to the hilt. Gwen’s legs wrapped tightly around my hips as I pumped in and out of her, each thrust bringing us both closer to release.
My balls tightened, pleasure surging through my veins, and I came at the same time she let out a breathless moan against my lips.
Gwen
After work on Friday, I tore through my wardrobe, looking for something to wear to Alaric’s for dinner. I’d be meeting his mom, and that sat heavily on the forefront of my mind.
Every outfit I chose was too…something. Too tight, too revealing, too patterned, too plain.
“Relax, Gwen.” Kelsey rolled her eyes, turning so that she laid on her stomach on my bed, watching me with a bored expression while I rooted through my closet like a maniac. “You’re overthinking this.”
“Of course I’m overthinking this, I’m about to meet his mom!”
“Yes, you’re about to meet his mom, who probably loves him and just wants to see him happy. Since you’re the one making himvery happy, I’m sure she’ll like you.”
I pursed my lips and folded my arms, not overly confident. Things were going too smoothly for me to truly believe I couldn’t mess up this particular step.
Kelsey sighed, standing up and crossing over to my dresser. She rooted through a few drawers and pulled out a pair of torn jean capris. Tossing them at my face and knocking my glasses askew. Then she moved to my closet and found a loose-fitting plum t-shirt, throwing that at me too. This time, I caught it.
“Casual is always in style.” She arched a brow. “Wear your brown ankle boots, and you’ll be all set.”
“Fine,” I sighed, resolved to go along with what my sister recommended. At least it took away the pressure ofactuallyhaving to think. I changed quickly, pulling the denim over my hips. My stomach was rolling with nervousness.
“It’s going to be fine,” Kelsey assured me, putting her hands on my shoulders and squeezing.
“I donotremember being this nervous to meet Erik’s parents,” I muttered, scowling at my reflection critically, wondering exactly what Alaric’s mom would see when she looked at me.
“Filler love,” Kelsey reminded me, bumping her hip against mine. “It’s like when you’re in high school, and they make you take that careers course and do those fake interviews? You always nail them, because you don’t care. It’s just school, right?”
“Ugh, you’re so right. Remember that group interview at the video store?” I shuddered, the memory of it still enough to make me break out into a cold, mortifying sweat.
