Page 51 of Marry Me Forever

As I stared out the window and got my dick under control, I could still feel how wet and swollen Katie had been for me. Then she’d basically offered herself up and just before I could finally taste her sweet pussy, her fucking brother had interrupted.

Yes, rationally, I knew the interruption had been a good thing. Our relationship wasn’t supposed to go beyond kisses, after all.

But I’d never been so hard in my life. And when Katie had squeezed my dick through my pants? Hell, I’d nearly come right then and there.

With a sigh, I stared out the window and at the big milking barn in the distance. How was I supposed to face not only Katie, but her family now?

And what the hell was I supposed to do about sharing a house with the one woman I shouldn’t touch? At least, until I let her out of the deal and asked her to be my girlfriend for real?

However, since I had plenty of time to think about things between now and when Katie would come to L.A.—if she was still coming—I pushed my desire aside.

I went into the hall, saw the bathroom was empty, and cleaned up. By the time I got downstairs, my erection was gone and my blood had cooled.

I found Katie’s entire family in the dining room, sitting around the table, with some kind of board game all laid out.

Katie spotted me first and smiled shyly, her eyes uncertain. Fuck. I hated that I’d done that to her.

I sat down beside her and whispered, “We’ll talk later, okay?” Once she nodded, I turned toward her brother. Who glared at me from across the table.

Kyle grunted. “Next time, take that stuff somewhere else. I’d rather not know that someone is defiling my sister.”

Sam leaned forward. “Ooh, you were defiled, huh? You definitely have to share the details later.”

Her other sister looked about to say something, but the dad of the family—Henry—whistled until he had everyone’s attention. “Do you want to play or not? Because I’d rather sit in my new recliner and watch TV.”

The Evans’ mom—named Jody—patted her husband’s arm. “Of course we want to play. It wouldn’t be Christmas without board games.”

I glanced down and saw it was Wits & Wagers, a game where someone asked a trivia question, you wrote down your answer, and then put it facedown to place your “bet” in a box. If you were right, then you got chips based on your wager.

Jody asked, “Have you played before, Nolan?”

I nodded. “My sister made me play this before.”

Henry grunted. “Good. Then let’s get started. And remember the rules—any arguing for more than twenty seconds means you lose chips. Do it a second time, and you’re out of the game.”

Katie whispered, “And you’ll also have to do the dishes later.”

Jody waved a hand. “Nolan’s our guest, so of course he won’t be doing the dishes. But the rule still stands for the rest of you.” She rubbed her hands together. “Now, let’s get started.”

As the game went on, it was apparent how seriously the Evans took their games. There was little talking. And if I tried asking something once I’d written my answer, I was shushed and glared at.

Part of me wanted to win, but soon I thought it’d be more fun to be as ridiculous as possible. So when the question was, “How many inches tall is the Oscar statuette?” I wrote, “689 inches.”

When I flipped it over, Cassie snorted. “That’s more than 57 feet. I get wanting to display and show it off, but that’s akin to building a temple like the Romans did back in the day.”

Kyle’s answer had been closest—13 inches instead of 13.5 inches—and he collected his earnings. “Didn’t you win one of those, Nolan? You should’ve known the answer.”

I shrugged. “Yes, I did, but it’s in my closet somewhere.”

Katie blinked. “You keep your Oscar in the closet? Why?”

“Well, it’s nice and all. But I’m an actor because I enjoy it, not because I need a statue to tell me how good I am.”

Katie’s mom waved a hand. “Stop being modest. I saw that film, and you were amazing in it. I never thought math could be exciting, but that movie made it so thrilling!”

The corner of my mouth kicked up. “Well, my character was working against the clock to stop a bomb that would’ve wiped out an entire country. It was always meant to be exciting.”

Jody replied, “But to think it’s loosely based on a true story!”

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