Page 95 of Falling in Love with Two

“Dylan, I don’t spend time with my own family. I don’t make a habit of spending time with other people’s.”

I pull her close and wrap my arms around her. “Thank you for agreeing to do this for me.”

“You’re welcome. I expect more orgasms later.”

“Gorgeous, I’ll give you as many of them as you want.” That’s sure as shit a promise I intend to keep.

When Leah came out of her room last night, asking me to make her come, I about blew my load right then and there. Despite how sexy she always looks, I vowed to be a perfect gentleman until she asked for more.

And I’m happy as fuck she did last night.

Well, she asked for orgasms but still said she didn’t know if she wanted a relationship—which is fine. I’m still not going to push her.

I’m also aware that we are basically already in a relationship. We spend all our time together. We aren’t seeing anyone else. And now, we are having sex again. All of those things together usually add up to a relationship.

I’m aware of that fact. I’ll wait for Leah to catch up.

As we walk through the door of my childhood home, I realize we are the last ones to arrive. I should have known that nobody would be late to the first dinner that I brought Leah.

I don’t want her to feel overwhelmed or awkward, but the look on her face shows she’s already feeling both.

I take her hand in mine and squeeze so she knows I’m not going anywhere.

Michelle is the first one to make her way over to us. “You must be Leah.” She says with a warm smile. “I’m Michelle, Dylan’s second favorite sister.”

“Really?” I ask.

She shrugs. “What? We all know Ronnie is your favorite.”

“Nice to meet you,” Leah says.

Michelle turns to look at her daughter. “Eve, do you want to come say hi?”

Not looking up from her phone, Eve gives a half wave.

Michelle says, “And that’s my lovely teenage daughter—or sometimes, she prefers her demonic name, Lillith.”

“Oh, she’s not that bad,” I defend.

She points her finger at me. “You don’t live with her. You don’t get an opinion.”

I lead Leah further into the house where Liz is storming out of the kitchen with Jack hot on her heels.

“Listen here, Mr. Barrett! Just because I’m carrying your baby that’s roughly the size of a watermelon, that doesn’t mean you get to tell me what to do!”

Jack replies, “All I did was try to help you stand up.”

“I don’t need your help!”

He holds his hands up in defeat. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

Liz turns to face him. With tears in her eyes, she says, “No, I’m sorry. You were just trying to help.”

As they hug, I say, “Ah, look. A love story right before our very eyes.”

That gets both of their attention, and they come over to say hello.

Next, we come across Ronnie who just mouths hi as she talks on the phone while walking past us toward the front porch.

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