Page 65 of Rainstorm

Satisfied.

Exhausted.

But hungry. Really fucking hungry.

“I’m famished and I really don’t want to have to deal with that stupid damn soufflé,” Rose pronounced, mirroring my thoughts.

Mentally I’d already been considering ordering takeout. Chinese? Thai?

“My phone is around somewhere, so why don’t we just order some food in? We could go out if you prefer, but I’d really like to just stay here with you since you left so early today, and we already have so little time together.”

Yes, yes, I was complaining, but I just couldn’t get enough of her.

I pulled her closer to my chest, my fingertips unable to resist playing with her perfect, perky tits. Every single part of her was perfection to me.

“Mmm, that feels so good! You know what? Food can wait,” she murmured.

Fuck yes, food could wait, in fact the whole world could wait while we happily played our sexy games in our very own private paradise…

But then there was a very loud knocking at the door, taking us both by surprise.

“Are you expecting anyone?” I frowned. “Maybe Mandy’s come by to visit with you?”

“Mandy is too busy taking care of business with Robert to be wasting her precious time here.”

“Then just get rid of whoever it is and get back here fast, doll. I’m still very hungry. For you.”

Whoever it was had not stopped banging on the door, clearly not about to be ignored.

Laughing, Roselynn quickly pulled on her shorts as she hurried to answer the door, while I watched the sexy sway of her slim hips, feeling like the luckiest motherfucker in the world because it was my cum wetting those shorts.

But a few seconds later I heard something that definitely deflated the situation in my crotch.

“Dad, Mom, what the heck are you doing here?”

Fucking perfect, just what we needed.

Moving like Speedy Gonzalez across the kitchen, I gathered my clothes and Rose’s panties, hiding them in the back pocket of my jeans.

“If the mountain will not come to Muhammad, then Muhammad must go to the mountain,” her father proclaimed as he made his way into my house, without waiting for an invitation.

I could see the family resemblance, the same virtually black hair, the same amber eyes, although Rose’s were far more luminous, more enticing, more unique. Just like her.

“Surprise!” a petite blonde woman chirpily announced as she marched in. “We thought we’d come over with dinner, darling.”

Rose mumbled something unintelligible under her breath as I stared in disbelief, realizing our plans for an intimate night in together had just been thwarted.

“Hold the door for your brothers,” ordered her father, as if he owned the place. “They’re just helping in your grandmother and your Aunt Teresa.”

Well fuck me, seemed we were hosting some kind of family gathering.

“Don’t pull that face, Holland,” Rose hissed as she came and stood next to me. “I did warn you about my parents, if you recall.”

“Yeah, yeah, but I kind of assumed my home would be off-limits, you know? I don’t even want to ask how they got the address,” I muttered back.

“Don’t you worry yourselves about us, honey, we won’t outstay our welcome,” her mother called from the kitchen, where she seemed to be making herself right at home. “We’ll only be staying a couple of hours. Chase, could you point me in the direction of your dining table?”

“Oh hell, I guess there’s no point in making a scene now that they’re all here,” Rose groaned. “Welcome to the family, Chase.”

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