Page 39 of Back the Blue

“Yes, mom, I do.”

Then the interrogation starts. But I quickly shut it down and promise to call her again tomorrow. When I end the call, I turn and find Ashley smiling at me.

“What?” I ask with a smile.

“You told your parents about me?”

“I did,” I nod. “Do your parents know about me?”

“Not yet,” he says softly. “I was more concerned about keeping you safe.”

I simply hum in acknowledgement as I walk to him and straddle his lap. He smiles and runs his hands up my thighs to cup my ass. Then I brush my hand over his cheek.

“What are you going to tell them?” I ask.

“That I’ve met their future daughter-in-law,” he grins. “And the mother of their grandchildren.”

I laugh at this and kiss him. I start to pull back, but he doesn’t allow it. He licks into my mouth as he locks one hand behind my neck to hold me in place. As if I want to go anywhere. When I feel his cock hardening against me, I moan his name.

“Tell me what you need,” he growls into my mouth.

“You,” I pant. “Always you.”

“You’ve got me, sweetheart,” he says as I pull back. “For better or worse.”

I smile as he rises, and I lock my legs around his waist. It’s the work of a minute to get to the bed, and another to get naked. Then I find myself happily pinned beneath him as he literally fucks me senseless. His name leaves me over and over as I come. My body is shaking as he finds his own release and he stills deep inside me.

“Fuck,” he pants. “Jesus, fuck, Lorna.”

“Oh, my God,” I breathe. “Oh…God…so fucking good.”

“Yeah,” he nods as he buries his face in my neck. “So fucking perfect.”

After we clean up for the night, we’re content to fall asleep in each other’s arms. The next day passes much the same, except when he calls his parents that night, I find out something new.

“Okay, see you Saturday,” he grins as he signs off.

“What?” I gasp. “Your parents are coming to see you this weekend?”

“They are,” he nods.

“When were you going to tell me?”

“Saturday?” he chuckles.

“What? Why?” I snap.

“Well, because I didn’t want you to feel like you had to do anything for me.”

I frown at this. Then realization sets in, and I walk over and slap him in the chest.

“It’s your fucking birthday, isn’t it,” I bark.

He actually looks a little embarrassed when he looks down and nods his head.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs.

“Are you? Really?” I ask as I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him.

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