Page 57 of Bossed By the Orc

It was going to be an exhausting task to keep my hands off of this male. Biting my lip, I watched Liz smother a laugh, mischief in her eyes as she looked between me and the huge male holding her son.

“It was so great seeing you,” I told them, leaning in for hugs as I pointed to my home. “But I want to make sure my parents are okay.”

They nodded, their expressions transforming to looks of concern. “Of course,” Mike said, reaching for his son who gave a wail of complaint as he left Dristan’s arms. I pressed a kiss to his sniffling face and he squeezed me in a tight hug before releasing me. He reached for Dristan next and I watched the big male allow the child to wrap his arms as far around his neck as they could go.

“Bye, little one,” he murmured, chucking him under the chin with a gentle finger.

“Bye Bristan. Will you come over to play again soon?” Marley asked, his sweet eyes pleading.

I watched Dristan fight a losing battle. This male who ruled over the boardroom gave the child a nod, unable to say no. I hid my smile as I took his hand into mine, tugging him away.

“Bye Pen,” Marley called as an afterthought as his parents took him inside the home that they would have to leave soon. I waved, huffing out a little breath and shoving my elbow into Dristan’s side.

He quirked an eyebrow as he peered down at me and I wanted to grab him by the beard and kiss him. That soft look in his eyes was giving me ideas that I was trying hard not to have.

“I used to be his favorite before you showed up,” I huffed, pretending to be annoyed.

“The kid has impeccable taste then,” he boasted, preening as he tightened his fingers around mine. We made our way over to my home and I took a deep breath, standing in front of the door.

“Do you want younglings?” Dristan asked, the question seeming to come out of nowhere. My eyebrows swung up, but I gave him a slow nod.

“Yeah. I’ve always wanted them. You?” I asked, nibbling on my lower lip.

The slow, heated smile that crossed his face had my entire body feeling like it was on fire. He reached down to cup my ass, yanking me hard against the front of his body. His hard cock pressed against my soft stomach and I had to bite back the moan it elicited.

“The sooner the better,” he purred, and my already soaked panties gave up the fight. They were probably on fire.

I didn’t register the sound of the door opening next to us until a cheerful voice called, “Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise.” I turned to see a grinning Becca along with my gaping parents behind her. “When Liz said you’d brought someone with you, this isn’t what I expected.”

I squeaked, jumping away from Dristan, trying to get his incriminating hand off my ass, but he wasn’t having it. He gave a polite nod to my parents and Becca and my ass a not-so-polite squeeze before he let go.

“I’m Dristan,” he said, holding his newly freed hand out to them in greeting. “Penelope’s male friend.” I felt my face heat up at the word, but I forced a grin on my face. I was almost certain it was more of a baring of teeth than anything else, but I held it firm anyway.

“W-we haven’t actually put labels on things—” I started, but I was ignored as Becca ushered him inside, reaching out to grab me in a quick hug before leading him off into the depths of our home. I stood in front of my parents as they beamed at me.

“I didn’t know you were seeing someone, sweetheart!” my mom exclaimed, opening her arms for me to step between them. I took the invitation, squeezing her close, even though she felt fragile in my hold. I reached out to pull my father into our embrace and we stood there, bundled together, the way we used to when I lived there.

“We missed you, Pen,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “It’s good to have you home.”

My mother released us, peeking toward the living room where Becca had rushed Dristan off to. “Well, it looks as though you’ve been doing well in the city.”

I felt the heat climb into my face, pressing my lips together so I didn’t spill everything. At the moment, we needed to focus. “You’ll get all the details later, Mom. How about you tell us what’s been happening?”

Their expressions turned serious and I regretted it for a moment, but they hurried me to the living room where Dristan was already seated—looking ridiculous on our human-sized sofa. I smothered a laugh while he glared at me.

He stood, holding his hand out to my parents. “It’s very nice to meet you,” he said, his head bobbing in what was an unmistakable bow. I covered my mouth to hide the grin, but I knew I failed when he shot me a narrow-eyed look.

My parents—for their part—were nothing but overjoyed to meet him. Before they could return to interrogation-mode, I interrupted. “We’re here to talk about the bank, remember? You can get better acquainted with Dristan later.”

He grunted, making it obvious that he wasn’t pleased with the interruption, but he took a careful seat on the sofa again. The old squashy three-seater groaned its protest as he did, but it didn’t break and I considered that a win. Not wanting to chance any extra weight on it, I perched myself on the ottoman.

“Okay. Tell us everything that’s been happening,” I said, holding my hand out for the letter that Becca already had read on the side-table.

“Well, it started off just like everyone else,” my father said, taking a seat on his old recliner while my mom perched on the arm next to him. “They sent the usual letters with the offer to buy our home at above market prices.” He scoffed the last three words, using air quotes to emphasize how far from the truth those offers were.

I nodded, knowing that he was saying most of this for Dristan’s sake and not mine.

“Then they started with the calls,” my dad continued and my mom put a supportive hand on his shoulder. “At all hours of the night. They didn’t care that my wife’s sick and needs her rest.” He shook his head with disgust. I’d been here when they’d started with those calls. I’d fielded most of them and handled it with as much politeness as I could until they’d started with the threats.

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