We’ve been exchanging glances across the yard. She gave me a cheeky grin when I first arrived, and I did pass close to her and let my hand brush over her ass at one point when we were all dishing up food from my mother’s enormous buffet.
But otherwise, as far as anyone at this party knows, we are just like always—we barely know each other and have no reason to really talk.
“Charlie sent me in here to find lights.”
She holds up her hand, strings of lights dangling from her fingers. “These lights?”
“I don’t care,” I put my hand on the front of her throat and start walking her backward. When her back hits the fridge, we are out of line of sight of the window.
“You look amazing,” I tell her. “And I have been thinking about what cake frosting would taste like licked off your clit since the moment I arrived.”
She sucks in a little breath. “That’s interesting because I’ve been thinking about what cake icing would taste like sucked off your cock since you walked in.”
I cover her mouth with mine, kissing her deep and hot. It can’t be long, but I fully taste her before lifting my head. “I want you to walk around the rest of this party, thinking about exactly that. And the fact that I am going to swipe a cupcake on my way out of here, and you will be seeing that cupcake again later. For a few seconds at least before I dip it down between your pretty legs, paint it over your gorgeous pussy, and then spend the next several minutes making us both very, very happy.”
She shivers but gives me a big smile. “There’s no chance we can sneak up to your childhood bedroom right now, is there?” Her gaze flickers to something just beyond my shoulder.
I glance over and see extra cupcakes sitting on the counter.
The question is flirty and a little dirty, and I love it. But something strange happens. I feel like she reached in, wrapped her sweet hand around my heart, and squeezed. I am suddenly filled with soft emotions, affection, and delight, and probably, if it wasn’t too fucking fast and too damn easy, I’d call it love.
I can imagine pulling her up to my room. I can imagine spending the night in that room with her so we can wake up with the family on Christmas morning. I can imagine tucking our kids into bed in that room when they come to spend the night with Grandma and Grandpa.
Of course, all of that will be after we finish fostering the eight cats that are up there right now.
“Not today,” I tell her. “But after everyone knows we’re together, and we’re here for Thanksgiving or Christmas or someone else’s birthday, I am absolutely taking you upstairs, locking that door, throwing you on my childhood bed, and finding out if you can stay quiet while I eat your pretty pussy.”
She’s breathing fast by the time I finish, and I realize that it all hit her the same way it hit me when she says, “Thanksgiving or Christmas?”
I nod. “Maybe even Thanksgiving and Christmas.”
The front door of the house opens and closes, and I step back quickly. She moves away from the fridge, spinning quickly and opening it, bending over as if she’s searching for something. I move to lean back against the counter.
“And all he has is ten, can you believe that?” I ask.
“Only ten? That’s crazy,” she says, as her mother walks into the room.
“Oh, here you are.” Peyton looks from Mia to me. “What are you doing?”
“Just getting David a soda,” she says, straightening from the fridge and handing me an orange soda I absolutely don’t want.
I hate orange soda. I still pop the top and take a long drink. “Thanks.”
Peyton narrows her eyes and watches as Mia swings the door to the fridge shut.
“David couldn’t come in and get his own soda from his mother’s refrigerator?” she asks.
“Well, I was already in here and closer to the fridge, and he asked if I’d grab him one,” Mia says.
It’s actually impressive and possibly concerning how quickly and easily that lie rolls off her tongue.
“Why are you in the kitchen?”
Mia holds up the lights. “I’m helping Charlie put up the twinkle lights for the girls' movie night. He sent me in here to find them.”
Peyton crosses her arms. “The lights that Delaney swore she already took outside and had on the picnic table with the big sheet that they’re going to hang up for the screen?”
Mia shrugs. “I don’t know. Charlie sent me in here and here they were.”
