“I’m sorry. Josie, don’t worry about it. I’ll meet him as soon as I get home.” Thomas runs his hand down my thigh, like he needs my touch to anchor him right now. I lean my head into the crook of his neck.
“I don’t want you to miss it,” Josie says, sniffling. “He’s your nephew. You should be able to meet him right away with everyone else.”
“I know, and I want that too, but if I miss it, it will be okay. Take lots of pictures for me, okay?”
“We will,” Andrew agrees.
The family catches up for a few more minutes, Jason’s two daughters chiming in with things they’ve been up to this summer, until Thomas’s grandpa chimes in.
“What’s this I hear about you and Hannah being engaged?” he says, his voice gravely and filled with humor. I stiffen and lean back, trying to slide away, but Thomas’s grip tightens around my waist.
Thomas tilts his head back, taking a deep breath. I’m about to say something, tell them it’s all a joke, but Thomas clamps a hand over my mouth before I can. “Yes, we’re engaged. Right, Hannah?”
I roll my eyes at him, and he narrows his at me. Whenhe seems convinced I won’t tell them it’s fake, he drops his palm from my mouth. “Yes, we are. It’s fast, but it makes sense for us.” The lie slides from my lips easily, and I wish I could believe it as much as he does.
“Hmm,” Gramps mumbles. “I’m happy for you two. Sounds like we have a wedding to plan when you get back. Thomas, you got that ring?”
Thomas chokes, letting out a rough cough. “Yep,” he says tightly.
He has a ring?
“Good. Then you’re set.”
“I guess so.”
The family wraps up their conversations, and a few minutes later, we’re saying goodbye and hanging up the phone. Thomas shuts the burner phone off again, sliding it across the kitchen table until it lands in the middle.
“How are you?” I ask. I purposefully avoid the subject of the ring, because it’s not like a potential family heirloom is any of my business. We aren’t really engaged. It’s going to be messy when we get home, but for now, it is what it is.
“Better. It was good to hear their voices. I wish Josie wasn’t so close to delivery, but there’s nothing I can do about it right now,” Thomas says.
I rest my palm on his chest. “You’re close with her, aren’t you?”
“I’m close with all my siblings and their partners. They’re my best friends.”
“I understand. I’m super close with Julia and Tiff too.”
“I hope you can become friends with my sisters-in-law when we get back too. They’re all great,” Thomas says, his smile growing.
“What are you smiling about?” I question, poking the dimple in his cheek. Hisface flushes.
“Thinking about what it will be like to have you really get to know my family.”
My heart swells and cracks painfully all at the same time. I want to give into the fact that this can work when we get home, but how can I? We’re living in a safe house, secluded from the entire world. Of course, things are going to seem perfect and like a fairytale here. But as soon as we get home, he will get sick of me, I know it. I’m a lot to handle, and I’m surprised he isn’t sick of me already.
But that’s another day’s problem. For now, I can soak up the time that we have, and let myself experience a relationship, no matter how fake it may be.
“That will be nice,” I reply to placate him.
“I agree. They’re going to love you, Han.” He presses a kiss to my lips, and it isn’t long before the kiss turns deeper.
I shift in his lap so I can face him, and my thigh brushes against a growing bulge between his legs. Before I can second guess myself, I reach down, laying my palm over top of it and gently squeezing. Thomas moans into my mouth, and the sound is so sinful that it makes my confidence grow tenfold.
“Fuck, Hannah,” he groans. He moves a hand down to my palm to guide me over his cock again, showing me how hard to squeeze. He moves my palm up and down the length of his hardening cock beneath his shorts, and I can’t stop the tingly feeling budding in my lower belly. This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever done.
Thomas shifts me, tugging my hand off his length. I whimper, wanting to be touching him again, but he pulls my legs around his waist. His fingers dig into my thighs as he stands, carrying me. He walks us over to the couch, laying me down on my back. Thomas pushes my legs apart with his knee, his thigh resting at the apex of my thighs,rubbing against my already soaking pussy through my clothes.
I don’t want to feel him through my clothes though, I want to feel him skin to skin.
