His thrusts carried me over the edge. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I screamed for him, even though I tried to resist, tried to muffle myself, as if biting my lip could hold back the tide. Mark cursed in my ear as he shuddered his own orgasm inside me. I felt him grin against my neck.
“Perfect,” he murmured, kissing the bare skin.
“Oh my God,” I gasped as Mark nipped my neck.
“You can’t just send out pictures like that and not expect certain consequences,” he said.
“Well, shoot, if I’m going to have to suffer ‘consequences’ like that, I’ll have to send you a picture more often!” I joked. Mark kissed me hard in response.
“I was just about to eat some cereal,” I said as I pulled on a shirt. “You could join me.” I was so thoroughly fucked and happy that I didn’t even care that Mark would see the hovel I lived in. Besides, he had made billions on robotics. He would probably find the Roomba foster family endearing.
Wearing only a T-shirt and panties, I opened my bedroom door, sauntering out like the sex goddess I was…only to scream when I saw my parents standing awkwardly in the living room.
“What the—oh—” Mark bit back a curse, stopping short behind me. Fortunately, he was wearing boxer briefs, but he wasn’t wearing anything else.
I wrapped my arms around myself. “I didn’t hear you come in,” I said.
“We uh—we just got back. You probably didn’t hear us over the uh…” Todd’s voice trailed off.
Amazing, mind-blowing, loud-as-fuck sex we were having in my childhood bedroom? Yeah.
Todd waved awkwardly to Mark. Beau, who considered any stranger a friend he hadn’t met yet, immediately strode over.
“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mark!” My dad pulled his cape back with a flourish and took a bow, sweeping his hat off. Mark looked stunned for a beat. Then good manners took hold, and he stuck out his hand.
My dad ignored his hand and embraced him. “My future son-in-law.”
“Dad, no.” I wanted to sink to the floor, but I was too busy trying to cover myself. I wanted to run back into my room and put on a robe, but then I would leave Mark all alone.
“Nice weather we’re having,” Mark said. “Though with all the warm days, the traffic is crazy. It took me forever to make it across town.”
My father nodded along. “Yup, it’s terrible. You kids using protection?”
Mark’s mouth hung open for a second.
“Yes!” I shrieked at my dad.
“Good, good.” There was an excruciatingly long pause.
“So what do you like to eat?” Beau asked.
Gosh, why are all of us so awkward? And how could I be anyone other than my fathers’ daughter?
“He likes to eat Brea,” Todd said with a snicker.
Please let this floor just open up and swallow me whole.
“So what are you doing tomorrow evening?” Beau asked Mark.
“I’ll probably be with Brea,” Mark said.
“Good. You’re coming to dinner then. I’m deep-frying a duck.”
I couldn’t take my parents anymore. I grabbed Mark and pulled him back into my bedroom, slamming the door.
36
Brea
