“I’m a fan.” Lake hugged my back.
I rested my hand over hers. “Thanks. That means so much coming from such a football enthusiast such as yourself, babe.”
Her parents laughed.
Tom winked at Lake. “If you’re still together when the season starts, please don’t waste good tickets on this one. It would make me sick to see her in the stands, completely bored and clueless. We’ve never been able to get her to watch football.”
“Ugh… really? Can we move on to a subject that doesn’t involve throwing your daughter under the bus? Dad, why don’t you help Cage bring in our bags.”
Before I went back outside, the most incredibly crazy thinghappened. Felicity gently grabbed Lake’s ears and kissed her cheek then whispered loud enough for me to hear, “He’s quite the catch, baby girl, but so are you and don’t you ever forget that.”
Lake’s eyes bugged out as her lips parted and our gazes locked. My eyes matched hers, and I had to bite my grin because… Holy shit! Her mom tugged on her ears.
As soon as we brought in the luggage, Lake stared at the stairs to the second floor—another mountain to tackle. I could see it on her face.
“Something wrong, sweets?” Felicity asked.
“Um … I just …”
“You don’t still have trouble with the stairs do you? I thought you said Thad’s legs felt like the real thing, not so much as a hint of a limp, even on the stairs.”
“Yeah… the leg is good. I just got a little bit of theminorburn on my leg so anything rubbing against it is a bit uncomfortable.”
“I got her,” I said, taking the stairs two at a time to set our bags at the top before coming back down.
“This is embarrassing,” she mumbled as I lifted her in my arms.
“Your mom has your room ready, Lake,” her dad said. “Cage can sleep in the blue room.”
Their house. Their rules. I wasn’t going to question one word. That’s how military kids were raised. My spitfire of a girlfriend? She wasn’t as submissive to their rules.
“Pu-lease, Dad. Newsflash, I’m twenty-four. We’ve had sex.”
I closed my eyes, trying to pretend she did not just say that.
“Lake—” Her dad tried to speak.
“It’s true. Deal with it. We’ve had lots of sex in a lot of different places and posit?—”
“Lake!” Felicity stifled her laugh.
Tom was to my back, so I couldn’t see him. I just prayed he didn’t own a gun.
“Hold on,” I mumbled through my embarrassment as I carried her upstairs.
“What?” She grinned as I plopped her on the bed in her pink room.
“‘Hey, Mom and Dad, meet Cage. He’s my boyfriend and just so you know… we’ve had sex in a lot of different places andpositions?’ That’s what you were getting ready to say, right?”
She eased back, resting her hands on her belly. “Sorry, was some part of what I said inaccurate? Do you want me to list all the times, places, and positions we’ve had sex, because I can. I remember every single one.”
My cock was steel in my pants. Just talking about it left me so fucking hard, even if my brain still couldn’t get past her saying that to her parents. My cock? Nope. All it heard was her say the word sex and its x-ray vision saw her naked and beneath me.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”
I moved toward the window, checking out the view of the less seductive lake as I adjusted myself. “I’m not thinking about anything except you embarrassing me. What are the chances your dad owns a gun?”
“One hundred percent.” She giggled.
