“Speaking of marriage.” Yvette homed in on Harlow. “I finally have my list narrowed down for your blind dates, sweetie.”
“Blind dates?” My father sounded amused.
I said nothing, but Harlow’s sharp intake of breath said enough when I lazily strummed my finger over her clit.
“Mom, I’m sorry. I forgot to tell you; I don’t need to go on dates.”
“Oh.” Yvette raised a perfectly arched brow. “Why not? I thought you were looking forward to them?”
Was she? I cocked my head and let my gaze linger on Harlow’s profile.
“Yeah, Harlow. Why not?” I cupped her mound, my middle finger coated in her arousal and hovering over her clit.
A few beats passed. Eventually, her throat worked in a hard swallow. “I met someone.”
Yvette gasped loud enough the people two tables down craned their heads to look back at us.
You would have thought somebody just announced their engagement or that they were expecting with the way my stepmother’s eyes lit up.
“Oh! This is great news! Tell me about him, honey.”
Harlow was fighting for her life, and the only reason I gave her a reprieve was because she wasn’t going on those dates. Pulling my hand away from her drenched center, I tugged her pantiesback in place and rested my hand on the inside of her thigh again.
“Come on, Harlow,” I teased. “Tell us about him.”
I walkedin the bathroom behind Harlow, not caring that somebody could have seen me walk in with her. There was only one toilet, so nobody else would be put out by me being in here.
Harlow met my eyes in the mirror when I came to stand behind her.
“Rico, we’re going straight to hell with gasoline draws on.”
Laughing, I bent so my chin could rest on her shoulder while I maintained eye contact in the mirror.
“Why, baby?”
She cut her eyes at me, but the look held no malice. “Because I just let you finger me at the dinner table across from our parents.”
“Hmm,” I hummed, kissing the shell of her ear. “It felt good too, didn’t it?”
Harlow leaned into my touch. “And I just lied to them about the man I’m dating.”
I moved her hair to the side so I could suck her neck. “You didn’t really lie.”
“I told them about you, Soul and Christian without saying your names.” Her voice rose to a cute little squeal at the feel of my lips and tongue hitting her skin.
Sighing, she closed her eyes and grabbed my head, welcoming the kisses like she missed me putting my mark on her. “You know how bad I wanted to kiss you at that table?”
“No.”
I nudged my erection against her ass, loving the way she threw it back on me.
“I’ll be your secret for now, but we have to tell them soon, Harlow. I’m not hiding what we are. Anybody who makes me feel like this deserves to be shown off.”
I sucked her earlobe into my mouth and smirked when she whined.
“You agree, baby?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
