“Okay.” I nod, still feeling nervous over how she could potentially take it.
“We aren’t kids anymore. Remember, you said we shouldn’t care what anyone thinks.”
“I know. But… it’s different now being here. And it’s your mom. We should care what she thinks.”
“It’s not going to stop me from being with you. It’sneverstopped me from being with you,” he counters.
“I think it’s just being back here in North Carolina. I think it’s fucking with my head.”
“Hey, look at me,” he says, holding my face in his hands. His hands are warm and firm, and just the feeling of them begins to slowly calm my anxieties. “It’s just you and me. That’s all that matters.”
“Hello, honey!” My mother’s excited voice comes through my speakerphone and rings through our hotel room. I’d meant to call her back sooner, but the conversation I had with Saint in the car left me annoyed and irritable, and I needed some time to calm down. I understand where she’s coming from, especially in terms of not wanting to ruin my mother’s day, but it pissed me off that it was even a problem at all. That the prospect of Saint and me being together for the rest of our lives could ruin anything. That my mom would still have such an issue with it even years later.
“This isn’t right, and you’ll understand when you get older.”She’d always say. Well, now I’m older, and I’m still obsessed with Saint.
We love each other, for fuck’s sake. What is the big fucking deal?
You know what the big deal is,my mind immediately responds.
“Hey, Mom. We made it here and just got to our hotel,” I tell her, knowing that’s going to be her first question. I sit on the loveseat in the corner of our room, wearing only briefs after the shower I unfortunately didnottake with Saint.
“We? Oh, I hadn’t realized you were bringing someone!”
My eyebrows pull, wondering if she actually thought I was bringing a date. “I told you Saint was thinking about coming.” Asif she heard me, Saint comes out of the bathroom fresh from her shower without a scrap of clothing on her, and I almost drop my phone.
“Oh, yes, of course! You hadn’t told me that she was officially, so I wasn’t sure.”
“Yep, she’s coming. We’re excited to see you.” Saint’s eyes meet mine while I am very obviously ogling her. Dragging my gaze down her gorgeous frame, I feast my eyes on her rich caramel skin that was glistening with what I’m guessing is her body oil instead of her usual lotion, based on the slick sheen.
You know what you’re doing,I tell her with my eyes.
“I am too. Mike’s son will be here, so it’ll be nice to have all of our kids together for the first time.”
Saint shoots me a look, and I can already tell what it means.See, this is definitely not the time to tell her.
“Well, we should be there at seven. We have to finish getting ready,” I say, ignoring the implication that Saint and I are one, still kids and two, siblings.
“Sounds lovely. See you soon,” she says before she disconnects the call.
“All of our kids, huh? Maybe we’ll take family photos,” Saint says sarcastically, and I’m off the couch before she can make another comment. I push her to the bed, moving her so she’s face down on the plush comforter with her ass up in the air.
“I don’t want to talk about that,” I say.
“Wild…” she whines.
“I want you to feel my hands on you for the rest of the night. Because thanks to your idea, I have to stand in a room and not touch you the way I want to. Not look at you the way I want to. Pretend you’re not mine, and I’m not yours, and I don’t fucking like it.” I get up on the bed behind her and lower my briefs just enough to free my dick. “You know I’m fucking yours, don’t you?” I lean over and move her hair gently—grateful that shehasn’t styled it yet because she’d definitely be pissed about me messing up her hair—to press my lips to the small tattoo behind her ear. “You know you’re fucking mine?”
She nods and pushes her ass back against me, like her wet cunt is searching for my dick to slide back on. I drag my dick slowly up her crack and feel her tense slightly. We weren’t strangers to anal sex, but she usually likes multiple drinks and even more orgasms first.
“Not now. Later,” I whisper, pulling her up onto her knees so her back rests against my chest. I press my lips to her neck while dragging my fingers slowly down her sides and up the front of her torso. I run a single digit lightly up her stomach between the valley of her breasts. “Remember this feeling. Remember how I feel.”
Her eyes flutter closed before letting out what sounds like a sigh of content, and I love that she’s always been able to completely let her guard down with me. “I will never forget how it feels. It’s ingrained in my memory. My body knows yours by heart.”
I run my hands along her hips, dragging my thumbs along my favorite space to grip when I’m fucking her from behind.
I feel her words everywhere—my heart, my head, my dick. “Good,” I grunt in her ear.
“Touch me,” she begs while I’m carefully stroking the skin just below her ass cheeks.
