Chapter 24

Lisa

"Can't you stay one more night?" I begged Jennie.

She was dancing around my kitchen, cooking French toast, and wearing one of my t-shirts. It's so cliché, but there really is something crazy hot about your girl wearing one of your shirts with nothing but panties underneath.

"I wish I could." She stuck her pouty bottom lip out at me. "I'm bummed to leave you, but I can't wait to get home to the girls. I really miss them."

Sitting down at the breakfast bar to get a better view of her show, I smiled at her. "You're a good mom."

She looked at me, pleasantly surprised. "Thanks."

"Why did you look shocked by that?" I cocked my head to the side curiously.

She looked down at the stove and shrugged. "I don't know. You're single. I just don't expect you to notice stuff like that. You pay close attention and that makes me both happy and nervous."

"First of all, I'm not single. Second, why would that make you nervous?"

She walked over and looped her arms around my neck, covering my face in tiny kisses. "I don't know. I'm just waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under me, ya know? Sometimes you seem too good to be true."

I tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear and held her face in my hands, forcing her to focus on my eyes. "I'm. Not. Going. Anywhere."

She leaned in and rewarded me with another kiss, which I gladly accepted.

Our moment was interrupted by my phone buzzing on the coffee table. Her gaze flashed over to it then back to me, obviously still worried about what Blaire had said about Kendall.

Gripping her hand tight, I dragged her over to the couch with me and picked up the phone.

I hit the button and put it on speaker. "Hi Mom." Jennie's eyes doubled in size, her mouth falling open like we were two teenagers who'd just got caught having sex in their parents' basement.

My mom wasted no time laying into me. "Hi Mom? I haven't talked to you in almost two weeks and all I get is, 'Hi Mom?' Where have you been? I've left you about two hundred voice mails."

I propped my feet up on my coffee table and sunk back into the couch, motioning for Jennie down next to me.

"It's my mom," I said out loud, hoping to calm her nerves a bit.

"Who are you talking to?" My mom asked.

"My girlfriend, Jennie."

Jennie sat next to me on the couch, frozen, shaking her head back and forth as fast as she could.

"Your girlfriend?"

"Yes, my girlfriend. Her name is Jennie and she's fantastic, I can't wait for you to meet her."

"Hmm, interesting. Well, I'll let you go since you've got company, but apparently we have a lot to talk about." She sighed. "Promise you'll call me later?"

"I promise, Mom, I'll call later. Love you." I disconnected the call and tossed my phone back on the table.

"Oh my God. That was your mom? How embarrassing," Jennie said, dropping her head in her hands.

"Why is it embarrassing? We're adults, I'm allowed to have a girlfriend." I reached over and tugged on her wrist, pulling her onto my lap to straddle me. She didn't hesitate; she just flung her leg over the other side of my hip, still rambling on about my mom.

"It's morning, and I'm here. She's going to know we had sex." Her neck was all red and blotchy, undoubtedly flustered.

"Probably. But you know what would be even better?" I paused as she studied my face curiously. "If I can tell her we had sex twice." I gripped the back of her head and attacked her with my mouth.

She returned my kiss willingly, holding my face in her hands, letting me explore her mouth … possess it.

"You taste like powdered sugar," I said, breaking free to pull my t-shirt off of her.

"Oh shit!" She tried to scramble off my lap, but I caught her hips and held her still.

"What?"

"The French toast, it's gonna burn!"

"Fuck it." I waved toward the kitchen. "Let it burn, I'm more interested in something else French right now."

I kissed her again, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth while she continued arguing.

"Lisa, your smoke alarm is gonna go off."

The burnt smell of charred bread filled the air and I knew she was right. Not a fucking chance was I letting her go though.

I cupped her ass and stood up, keeping her legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her to the kitchen. I set her on the counter next to the stove, not taking my lips off hers as she fumbled around for the knob.

She turned the burner off as I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it over the counter. The cold air immediately hardened her nipples about the same time I realized she didn't have panties on under my shirt after all.

"Oh my God … you had no underwear on."

Biting her lip, she giggled. "I know. There was no time. I was hungry."

This girl exuded sexiness from every pore in her body, even when she didn't know it. She was beautiful and confident … and mine.

"I'm hungry too," I mumbled, running my tongue along her neck while I squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples gently.

She arched her back and pushed her chest into me, clearly enjoying my playing. My cotton pajama pants started feeling annoyingly tight just as she reached in and freed me. Her warm, tiny hand felt unbelievably good encasing my cock, rubbing and stroking from the base to the tip.

"Wanna go in your room?" She purred with a dazed look in her eyes.

"Hell no, I want you right here." Teasing her perfect little mouth with my tongue, I gently ran my hand from her knee all the way up her inner thigh. Her legs instantly coated in goose bumps, she twitched as I got close to her center.

"Little jumpy, are we?"

"More like needy." She squeaked out, letting her head fall back.

Knowing that she was so anxious to feel my hands on her pussy made it difficult not to fuck her senseless right away, but I was selfish and wanted to bring her close to the edge and back again … but not with my fingers. I pushed her knees apart and knelt down in front of her, as her head shot up, her body tensing. "Lisa, wait … no one's ever-"

I watched her eyes roll back in her head as my tongue slowly slid from the bottom of her pussy up to her ready, swollen clit.

"What were you saying?" I teased as she groaned an inaudible response. Tickling and massaging her tiny sweet spot with my tongue was almost as entertaining as watching her reaction to it.

Almost.

It was hard to concentrate on what I was doing when I was getting lost in her enjoyment.

Biting her lip, she leaned back against the breakfast bar, her hands desperately searching the smooth counter for something to grab on to while I continued my assault on her clit. The closer she got, the wetter she got, making it impossible for me to wait any longer. I stood up and sprinted to my room, grabbing a condom out of my drawer. I think it was the fastest I'd ever run in my whole fucking life.

"Here," I said, handing her the condom.

"You want me to put it on?" She panted, nervously.

No words came out of my mouth. I focused on her eyes and nodded.

With shaky hands, she took the condom out of the package and set it on my tip, upside down. Not wanting to embarrass her, I inconspicuously flipped it over and put my hand over hers, helping her guide it onto me. The need to be inside her was growing by the second and I'd had enough. I grabbed her hips and moved her to the edge of the counter.

"Wrap your legs around me," I growled as I pushed inside of her.

She locked her thighs around my hips, her hands clutching my shoulders as she called out from the force of my thrust.

"You okay?" I paused.

"Yeah, a little sore from earlier, but don't stop," she uttered breathlessly, pulling me tighter. "You feel too good."

I sunk my cock in her as deep as I could, slowly pulled it almost all the way out before plunging back in. Continuing this slow dance was torture on both of us, but it would be worth it in the end. My balls felt heavy, tightening as I grew close, but I knew she wasn't quite there yet.

Fuck…

Kitchen towel. Ceiling fan. Dog food. Pumpkins.

Jennie started rolling her hips, grinding on me as she dug her nails into my shoulder blades. "Stop playing around and fuck me." She moaned and I couldn't help but smile at what a filthy little mouth she could have when she wanted, but I'd tease her about that later. My girl had needs. I put my hands on her ass, holding tight so she wouldn't slip backwards as drove myself hard into her, faster and faster.

"Oh God." She hissed, biting down gently on my shoulder as her pussy tightened around my cock, the pressure of her contractions pushing me over my own edge. I squeezed her ass so tight I hoped I wasn't hurting her as I thrust through my own climax, grunting and gulping in air as fast as possible.

In no rush to move, she sat curled around me with her head resting on my shoulder, my arms wrapped around her.

"Is that your heart pounding so hard, or mine?" she asked against my skin, sounding winded.

I grinned, taking a deep breath of her scent. "I think it's yours. My heart can't pump right now. All the blood in my body is pooled in a different area."

A couple hours and a hundred kisses later, I waved bye to Jennie as she pulled out of my parking garage and disappeared around the corner. Kuma and I went for a quick walk and I headed back upstairs to face my mom.

"Lisa … what am I gonna do with you?" she said as she answered the phone.

"Now, Mom, is that any way to answer your phone?" I joked.

"It is when your child is in big trouble. What's going on with you?"

"Nothing, Mom. I'm good. I'm so good."

My mind started replaying the last day and a half I'd spent with Jennie like a film reel for my soul. Jennie grinning at me over Viper's shoulder as he tackle-hugged her, that blue dress, walking hand in hand as I showed her my favorite places around town, that blue dress, the way she finally opened up this morning and told me a little about her past, that blue dress, making love to her … twice.

That. Blue. Dress.

A million different emotions in such a short period of time, but it was one of the best weekends I'd ever had in my whole life.

"So, what's the deal? Who is this girl?" She sounded concerned.

"Remember a couple weeks ago when the storm parked me at that inn for a couple days? Well, she was there. She lives there actually, with her mom … and her daughters." I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for my mom's reaction.

I wanted everything about Jennie out on the table, nothing held back.

"Her daughters?" She sounded calmer than I was expecting.

"Yep, she's got twin girls. They're five."

"Wow." She sighed, processing the heavy load I'd just handed her. "Well … tell me about her, and the kids."

Lying back on my bed, I snapped for Kuma, who gladly hopped up and tucked himself into my side.

"She's beautiful, Mom. Tiny, way shorter than me with dark hair and the most hypnotic feline eyes I've ever seen. Sometimes when she looks at me, I forget to listen to her words because I'm so lost in those eyes. She does this thing when she smiles where she scrunches her nose just a little and I lose my mind every single time. Ruby and Jane are her girls and they're hilarious. The world is so big and new to them, every day is an adventure—it's the most incredible thing to watch them explore and navigate their way through the world. Everything is just bigger and better and simpler to them."

Silence on the other end of the line.

"Mom? Did I lose you?"

She sniffed. "Nope, I'm here."

"Are you crying?"

"Maybe."

"Why?"

"Because I've never heard you like this, Lisa. Because your dad and I figured you'd be a crazy single forever. Because you sound so happy. Because I've never even met this girl … and I already love her."

Yeah, Mom, you're not the only one.