“You’ll miss sex for five days. And you can blame your blue balls on yourself.”
“Andrea, you literally sucked my cock in the limousine on our way back yesterday, but this is where you draw the line?”
Something flutters in my stomach at the reminder. I did owe him a free blow job, and when would I ever get to do that in a limo again? “We finally found one of my boundaries,” I joke.
I’m about to free myself from his hold when he pulls my T-shirt up. When he reaches to lower my underwear, I ask, “What are you doing?”
“If I can’t fuck you for the next five days, I’m having you as much as I can right now.”
I twist my way out of his embrace. “Nuh-uh. I have a million things to do today because we have to be there tonight, and none of them include sex with you.” His muddled face is somehow endearing. He’s good at getting whatever he wants, but not this time. “Anyway, don’t you have gifts to buy, Alexander whatever Coleman?”
“Julius Louis.”
“What?”
“Alexander Julius Louis Coleman.”
I stare at him with a suspicious frown. “Are you serious?”
“Alexander is for the Macedonian conqueror, Julius is for the Roman emperors, and Louis is for the French kings—even though it’s all pronounced the American way.”
“Holy crap, your parents really knew what they were doing when they named you. It sounds so hot.”
“I think they expected me to be more successful than attractive, but… thank you?”
“You’re widely successful, baby. Fuck whatever they think.”
When he tries to turn my encouraging kiss into something more, I writhe away from him with a laugh. “Not today, Satan,” I let out as I walk back to his bedroom.
I really have too much to do for his shenanigans. And even though I fought it a little, I’m really impatient for my parents to meet him tonight.
They’ll adore him, I’m sure of it.
The drive to Portland is smooth, and the lack of holiday traffic was another good reason for us to head down this early. Kevin wasn’t delighted about me skipping the Kelex Christmas party, but when I told him it was to meet Andrea’s family, all his protests died at once.
Andrea is still slightly annoyed at me, though, disliking how much she had to rush to prepare everything in time. Thankfully, she’d already handled everyone’s gifts, so contrary to me, that was one less thing she had to take care of. She spent the three-hour drive telling me about her folks and what to expect, recounting tales of her childhood.
We couldn’t have had a more different upbringing, and by the time we arrive, I’m a little worried the loving and protective Walkers won’t think I’m a good match for their incredible daughter. We need at least one of our families to accept us, or it’ll complicate the rest of our lives.
“Okay, the trip was a lot more comfortable in your car than mine,” she says as I park in her parents’ driveway.
My lips twitch with a smile. “Anything’s more comfortable than your rusty sarcophagus, Andrea.”
“Don’t diss the Ford. It’s been a valiant companion for ten years.”
“More like fifty.”
She’s still laughing as she gets out of the car. Fuck, I should have gone out and opened the door for her in case her parents are spying from a window. I rush out to open the trunk before she can, pick up her bag and mine with one hand, and the large shopping bag full of gifts. She only has a small one to carry, which I think will compensate for not opening her door.
“I still maintain you didn’t have to shave,” she says with a pout once the trunk is closed. “I miss your stubble.”
“I wanted to look younger.”
“They know you just turned thirty-five, and they don’t care, baby.”
As we walk up the illuminated paved way toward the overly decorated house, I can’t help but say, “Your parents arereallyinto Christmas.”
“Warned you.”
