“I thought it was my body?” I say as I push my breasts against him and give him my neck to kiss.
“Oh, yes, that too, but when you've spent months having to constantly prove yourself, it's just so good to be believed, to be seen, just as I am,” he says.
“I believe you, Marty, and I see you,” I say, my voice low. “And I like what I see.”
He grunts as he thrusts up against me, through our clothes. I feel a new dampness in my underwear.
“Good,” he says, then he stills. “Because I'm about to ask you for a very big favour.”
I pull back. “What is it?”
“Will you join me and my family for dinner tonight?”
My teeth clench together as my eyes roam his face, looking for the joke. “Are you serious?”
“Deadly.” His dimples pop in a smile as he looks at my lips briefly.
“But your mother...”
“She will behave,” he says and then he dives back into my neck, one of his hands burrowing further under my dress to cup my pussy. I gasp at the delicious pressure. “But I may not.”
“Oh, Marty, you are such a fucker,” I say. “I'm not sure it's a good idea... I don't want to gatecrash and-”
“You’d be guest of honour,” he says, and the heel of his hand makes slow circles against me. “Come on, it's my birthday.”
“Shit.” I close my eyes and roll my head back. “I didn't even say happy birthday to you yet.”
“You can say it after I make you come.” He slides his hand into the top of my underwear and starts to pull them down.
“Seeing as it's your birthday, I would like to makeyoucome,” I say but my hands are lifting my dress, giving him more room.
“It's my birthday so I decide who comes first.” He slides down, his knees on the floor, as my underwear is discarded and he positions his face between my legs, his mouth inches above me. “Besides, I haven't had any birthday cake yet.”
“I'm not your birthday cake,” I say wriggling as I feel him blow on me once, twice.
“Jenna,” he says, serious. “That's exactly what you are. You're the best birthday cake I've ever had.”
When he dips down and licks me open, I sigh and let my legs fall further apart.
“Marty,” I say, my hand finding his head as he kisses all around my inner thighs.
“So will you come?” he asks before he laps at my clit once, twice.
“Well, yes, soon enough if you keep doing that.” I put the knuckle of my finger in my mouth and bite into it.
“I mean tonight,” he says and looks up at me, even though his tongue is on me, slowly stroking me back and forward. “Will you come to dinner tonight with me and my family? For my birthday?”
“Fuck, yes,” I say when he sucks on my clit so hard my belly quivers. I press his head closer to me as my hips rock up into his mouth. “Whatever. Yes, fuck. Just keeping doing that.”
He does. And as he does, he looks up at me and I look down at him and we stay like that until my body explodes in his mouth.
Chapter Thirty-One
Marty
We have our afternoon on the beach. It starts with Maeve, Dad and me riding in doughnut-shaped inflatable rings behind a speed boat, bouncing over the wake, while Mum stands on the beach taking photos on her phone that are terrible, but we all laugh at them. After, we get a round of drinks - cocktails for them, a mocktail for me - and we toast each other before all lying back on our sunbeds. Maeve whines at me long enough for me to relent and hand her phone over to her, and it's only minutes after that that I hear snoring and look over at my father asleep, his head pointed up and his mouth open. I shake my head and smile. Despite how the morning started and regardless of how the day will possibly end, I am glad we’ve had this time together and I know my parents are too.
“It would do you good to sleep too,” Mum says to me from her lounger next to Dad’s.
