He didn’t tell me to look in his eyes as he pushed into me. He didn’t need to, but I had no doubt I wasn’t allowed to look away.
I was certain I never made keening sounds during any sex I’d ever had before. Not like these. They weren’t pretty. Some of the time I guaranteed they weren’t masculine. Then again, the sounds he was making weren’t exactly human either.
Just when I thought it couldn’t possibly get any better than his girth stretching me out as his balls made slapping sounds, he grinned. That same wicked one I’d seen in the theater. “You said you were a slutty bottom boy. I hope you weren’t lying, otherwise this is going to hurt.” He held up three shiny fingers, then lowered his hand.
With each of the next three thrusts, he shoved a new finger in beside his cock. And it hurt. And like the slutty bottom boy I was, I begged for another.
After several more rough thrusts, my cock lurched and spewed cum in long ropes over my chest and face.
Noah’s wicked smile never faded, his fingers stayed where they were, and his thrusting increased. “That’s my man.”
Chapter Eleven
EVEN AFTERtwo dirty martinis, my nerves wouldn’t shut up. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for Kayla, and I was proving it. A third martini might make it less agonizing. We’d made it all the way through appetizers, and the world hadn’t crumbled. Maybe that meant nothing bad would happen. That this would simply be family celebrating a birthday. As easy and carefree as anything. Families did it all over the world, every single day. It was simple.
Or it would be with any other family.
Simple, it turned out—as I’d predicted—was the problem. For the second time, after an exaggerated look around the gorgeous dining space of Wild Ginger, Mom gave Kayla a slight sneer. “Really, Kayla. Don’t you feel like this place is a tad”—her gaze flitted over the room momentarily—“pedestrian? Especially after the lavish affairs we’ve thrown in the past couple of years?”
Kayla just smiled her capped grin. “That’s the point, Maureen. We had the Fourth of July benefit barely a month ago, and Dustin will make his campaign announcement in October. We need to not strap our friends or use up their time and resources.” Kayla placed her hand over Dustin’s arm. “I’d hate for my birthday celebration to take away any momentum from my husband’s campaign.”
Dustin spared a glance at my mom. “It’s good for people to see us out and about at regular places. Makes us more relatable.” Without waiting for a response, he turned back toward our father.
Kayla wasn’t fazed by his lack of attention. “Besides, I love this place. And I don’t need a big party every year. Just good food and my family.” She winked at Noah. “Including its new members.”
I took another swig of the martini at that.
Noah looked up from where he was coloring the kid’s menu with Bailey and flashed a smile that was as practiced as Kayla’s. “Well, Wild Ginger is one of my favorites too, and for me, this is lavish. I’m loving it. I can’t tell you how often I crave their Mongolian noodles.”
Kayla let out an agonized groan. “Don’t tell me any more about it. It was bad enough hearing you order them. How I miss carbs.”
“I’ll give you a bite.”
“Don’t you dare, or I’m kicking you out of the family. I’ll forgive many things, Noah Carroll, but not an attempt to make me go up a dress size.”
Mom reached out, tapping her fingers firmly on the back of Kayla’s hand. “Hush. None of that, especially in public. I find it extremely crass to say such things. Noah and Randall haven’t been dating long enough to make such conversation appropriate. Besides, they—” Her eyes grew large, and she let out a groan of her own, though more subdued than Kayla’s. “What did you do to your nails?”
Kayla’s smile faltered for a moment, then firmly reaffixed itself. “Bailey and I went to the salon today and got matching nails. Show Grandma, honey.”
Bailey looked up and held out the hand that wasn’t holding a crayon. “Aren’t they pretty, Grandma?” Around each of her nail beds, a cluster of clear crystals sparkled in the dim light of the restaurant.
“Yes, dear. They are lovely.” She turned back to Kayla. “For a seven-year-old. Hardly appropriate for a woman of your stature. Although considering your choice of venue….”
“Knock it off, Maureen. You’re hardly one to talk about what a woman of stature should or shouldn’t do.” No sooner had the words left Dustin’s mouth than he flinched and looked sheepishly at our father.
Dad didn’t need to say a word.
Dustin glanced back toward my mom, but his gaze never left the table. “I’m sorry, Maureen. That was out of line.”
The table fell into a heavy silence, and even Noah and Bailey looked up from the activity page.
“Well.” Kayla attempted a giggle, which fell flat. “Maureen, I promise to get them done again before an event of any importance.”
Mom didn’t respond, only stiffly lifted her wineglass to her lips.
I glanced at Noah and mouthed the word “Sorry.”
He shrugged and gave me a wink.
