“Careful,” he whispers in my ear. “You wake the beast, you’re the one who’s gonna have to tame it.”
I turn around and give him a quick kiss, nipping at his lip, and his mouth splits into a wide grin, dimples popping out on either side.
It’s easier than I ever thought it would be to have a partner, being with him. His family are so supportive (well, once he screwed Wyatt’s head on straight at least), and so welcoming. This is nowhere near as scary as I pictured a milestone like “meeting the family” being.
As long as they don’t grill me like the partner’s families do in all the rom-coms, we should be fine. All they need to do is not ask where I’m from, what my family does, or anything else that could paint the picture of my past. Easy, right?
Weston’s warm breath against my ear distracts me, bringing me back into the moment. “You do realize every time I lean forward to take a bite, I’m just looking down your dress, picturing your tight little nipples begging for my mouth, right?”
The words are so low, so quiet, no chance anyone else hears them, but the bastard has me so turned on I could probably come from readjusting on his leg right now. And he doesn’t stop there.
“Nobody here knows your kinky little secrets, do they? You look so innocent in that dress, angel. If only they could see what’s beneath it.”
Weston slides one calloused hand to the far side of my leg and up my body, away from the eyes of everyone else at the table, only the garden nymphs and maybe Henrietta the Eighth can see what he’s doing to me.
Dragging his hand up my ribcage, he lets it wander, teasing the side of my breast as he keeps whispering. “What you look like riding my cock as I pull on that nipple ring and watch your pussy clench.”
That’s my limit, apparently. I let out something like a chirp and sit up quickly, pulling away from his wandering fingers, his lips, before I fall so deep into his touch I forget where we are and give in to grinding on his leg like I’m in heat. That would be an embarrassment I couldn’t come back from.
So I pay attention, I try harder to follow the conversation around us, I laugh at the jokes, I genuinely have a great time with these people. But through it all, my focus keeps shifting to the hardness beneath me, the wetness soaking the new underwear I’m wearing for him tonight. All the ways I want to get payback on him when we’re alone.
It’s not long before Weston leans forward once again, grabbing a fresh beer from the ice bucket, but now I know it’s just an excuse to look down my dress again. Bubbles still fizzle and pop near the surface of his last bottle, for crying out loud, he doesn’t need a new one.
His cock rubbing against me, his hips moving with the forward motion to makesureI feel it just confirms my theory, and I struggle to sit still through it all, counting down to when I can exact my revenge.
When he’s leaned back once more, his lips find my ear again. “Staring at your tits all night has got me so goddamn hard I’mgonna blow the second you touch me. Maybe the second I touch you. I didn’t pay enough for this dress.”
A soft gasp comes out before I can stop it. “You bought this?” I ask him.
“Did I forget to mention that?” His lips tilt up, and my eyes follow the motion. “Well, I gave Rory some money to bring me back something I’d enjoy,” he says, shoulder popping. “She nailed it. I’m going to enjoy the shit out of ripping this thing off of you.”
“Lovebirds!” Lexi’s harsh bark interrupts us. “You guys can at least keep it to sexting with your phones beneath the table so the rest of us can pretend we don’t notice when you detail everything you’re going to do to one another later.”
She gives Wyatt and Rory both meaningful stares, and Rory’s face heats while Wyatt narrows his eyes at her in a scowl. Rory’s stepfather looks away, watching the garden and pretending he can’t hear this conversation.
My face falls, tucking into Weston’s shoulder as everyone else at the table laughs.
“We’ve all been there,” the graying man across from Lexi says knowingly.
“Ew!” Rory and Lexi both shout at once, faces in varying degrees of shock and outrage as they stare at him.
“What? You think your mom and I didn’t fuck like rabb?—”
“That’s enough!” Rory’s boss bitch voice comes out, and the table falls silent for just a moment before laughter breaks out across it, including from me.
“This is so unfair,” Lexi whines. “Couldn’t you getmesomeone too?” she pleads with her sister.
Rory waggles her brows at her suggestively, and Lexi scoffs almost like a child at whatever the inference is.
“No way.” She holds her hand up like a 90s girl but then goes back to wheedling. “If you’re not going to get me a fuck buddy?—”
Rory covers her ears, as does their stepfather, and Rory singsongs loudly over Lexi until she feels it’s safe again. Once she drops her hands, Lexi jumps right back in.
“—you could at least approve my request for more flowers!”
“No commission requests at the dining table,” Rory says firmly, scooping more salad onto her plate.
“It would look so pretty with more flowers,” Lexi wheedles. “Look how pretty your yard is, with the daffodils and the hyacinth.”
