Page 51 of Tiny's Law

“Is that right?” I tap my manicured nail against my chin as if in thought. “Well, in that case, you drive a hard bargain. I would love to be your old lady.”

“‘Ol,’ babe. Not old. Yet, at least,” he jokes, pinching my asscheek.

“You say potato, I say potato.”

“Being my ol’ lady means that you are mine entirely. No one else's. That good with you?”

“Keep fucking me like you just did, and we won’t have a single problem with that.”

“Good girl,” he growls against my lips.

Once his kiss has me good and breathless, he pulls off and smacks me one more time on the ass before rounding my desk and pulling out our now-cold lunch.

Chapter 15

Tiny

“Mom, she’s not going to give a shit that my forks are different,” I say for the umpteenth time. I’ve been listening to my mom bitch about the fact that I have three different sets of silverware in my drawer for the past half an hour.

Aunt Evie giggles from her spot on the barstool next to me while sipping from her third glass of wine.

“Nathan, if you expect this girl to want to marry you and give me grandbabies, you should have at least one full set of matching silverware! You look like a 40-year-old bachelor with this mess!”

“Woah there, lady, I am only 33. That’s not even close to 40 yet.”

“You know what I mean!”

Getting off my stool, I round the counter and pull my mom into a hug. I got my height from my mom. It's not that I know my dad to know if he was tall, but I give my mom all the credit. The top of her head stops right below my chin. I squeeze her tight and then let go. “If Kourtney seems disgusted by my lack of matching silverware, I promise I will make a special trip to Williams Sonoma and spend an absolute fortune on cutlery.”

Mom smacks my stomach, rolling her eyes. “Alright, smartass. I’ll admit, I’m nervous. You’ve never mentioned her to me, let alone ever even let me meet one of your girlfriends.”

I shrug. “That’s cause I’ve never had a girlfriend.”

“Well, you better not fuck this one up. Oh hell, you can never have sex with her! She’ll take one look at your stupid tattoo and run for the hills!”

I’m good with my mom knowing my dick is tattooed. I’m even good with her knowing about Kourtney! But if it means that my mom won’t ever mention my dick tattoo again, I’ll pretend that Kourtney has never seen my dick. This is not a conversation I enjoy having.

I’m saved by the doorbell and know I owe Kourtney the biggest fucking kiss for saving me from that conversation.

“Oh Lord! She’s here,” my mom says excitedly.

“Jesus, Em. It’s like you’re meeting the Queen,” Evie jokes.

“I’m excited!” I hear her yell at her sister from behind me as I head for the door.

Pulling the door open, a smile immediately pulls at my lips as I take in the gorgeous sight standing on my doorstep.

Kourtney is wearing light-wash denim jeans that hug her just right, showing off her perfect hips. A three-quarter-sleeve pale blue sweater makes her cornflower eyes pop. Holding a bottle of wine up in her left hand, she smiles. Her smile wrecks something in my chest. I reach for her waist and pull her inside. The sounds of her giggles as she crashes into me are music to my ears.

I could care less that my mom is in the other room as I wrap my hands gently around her neck and secure her lips to mine. Pressing my tongue between her lips, I groan in relief as she returns the kiss. Her taste is divine. Like chocolate and mint. Her delicious floral scent, which I can only describe as her, infiltrates my nose as I inhale. I’m in sensory overload and have no intention of coming up for air until I hear a throat clear behind me.

Reluctantly, I pull away and smile at Kourtney’s reddening cheeks. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I spin around and tuck her under my arm. We face my mom, who has the biggest smile on her face, and Evie, who looks like she’s just swallowed a lemon.

I eye Evie curiously, but she can’t seem to take her sour gaze off Kourtney. When Kourtney’s gaze moves from my mom’s to Evie’s, I briefly feel her stiffening under my arm. Before I can acknowledge it, my mom is rushing forward, pulling her into a tight hug.

Moving to the side, I tilt my head at Evie, who, at my gesture, shakes her head and forces a tiny smile.

My mom pulls away from Kourtney and reaches back for Evie’s hand. “Kourtney, it is so amazing to meet you. This is my sister and Nathan’s aunt, Evie.”

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