Page 59 of Wandering Closer

“I can’t ask you to do that, David. But thank you so much for offering.”

“You didn’t ask, sweetheart. Plus, I need something to do while Evelyn is visiting the new friend you made her.”

“What?” Lily asks.

“I’ve been visiting Jana a few times a week,” mom says quietly. She gives me a pointed look and I realize that’s the lady I told her about a month ago. “Your friend Amber’s mom, honey. The one that owns the boutique in town.”

“You’ve been visiting her mom?” Lily’s voice is watery. “Thank you. I have been meaning to go back in and check on her. How’s she doing?”

“Good days and bad days. She’s worried about Amber. I get the sense she’s all alone with Jana in the rehab facility.”

Lily nods along, like she understands that completely, and I sense that she does. I can tell from the look on her face she’s going to go back to that store this week. There’s the saying that you marry your parents, and I always thought it was a little weird. I understand the sentiment that you tend to end up with someone of similar attributes or characteristics because it’s what you know or are used to. Being with Jen, who was nothing like my parents, the saying felt weird. I get it seeing the similarities between Lily and my mom now. I would be lucky to have a wife that is as considerate and tenderhearted as my mom, and Lily is exactly that.

The rest of the dinner conversation stays neutral, talking about our weeks and plenty of stories about my childhood. Hearing Lily’s laughter ring throughout my parents’ house is worth every ounce of embarrassment that I felt.

“I made cookies for dessert,” my mom says. “Do you want to hang out in the living room while I clean up and I’ll meet you in there with the cookies? I can make coffee, too.”

“I want to show Lily my old room first, then we will be back down.” I take her hand, leading her up the stairs. My room isn’t totally the same. My parents have made it a little more ‘guest room’ friendly, but it has all my photos on the wall, and my yearbooks that she might get a kick out of. Mostly, I just want a moment alone with her.

I am so gone for this girl, and it hit me hard this evening. Seeing her interact with my parents, having her here feeling like a part of my family, a part of my future, is giving me all sorts of feelings. The minute I shut the bedroom door, she is pushed up against it. My hand at her throat, holding her in place, stealing the breath from her lungs with my kiss. My lips mold to hers, my other hand gliding up her inner thigh. She gasps when I push two fingers in, allowing me to shove my tongue in her mouth the way I’m about to with her pussy.

I drop to my knees and use the hand that was around her throat to push up her dress. “Look at you glistening for me, baby. You’re soaking my fingers,” I groan out before latching my mouth to her clit. My chest rumbles with satisfaction at the taste of her. “Stay quiet, princess. I finished my dinner like a good boy, and now I’m going to make you flood my mouth with my favorite dessert.”

Lily clenches around my fingers as her head falls back to the door with a light thud. I nip at her clit, making her eyes shoot back down to me, right where I want them. She lifts one leg, throwing it over my shoulder, as her hands spear through my hair, holding my head in place. I love when she gets comfortable and takes what she wants.

My fingers set a ruthless pace, stroking the front wall of her delectable pussy as I alternate between flicks of my tongue and nips on her clit. My cock is painfully hard, and seeing her ride my face is enough to drive me to the brink of orgasm with her. Our chests are rising and falling in sync, her deep blueeyes conveying emotion and vulnerability, sending hot tingles bearing down my spine. Her pussy tightens and spasms around my fingers, and her soft voice pleads my name like a prayer.

Fuuuuuck.

I stroke her through her orgasm as my own barrels through me, making a mess in my pants. When her body slumps against mine, I pull my fingers out and lick them clean. Gently, I lick long, languid strokes up her thighs, all the way back to her sweet pussy. Satisfied I licked up every drop, I pull her dress back down and stand. Her eyes trail down to the wet spot on my jeans.

“Did you..?”

“Come in my pants from just the sight and taste of you coming? Yeah, baby, I did, and I’m not ashamed. You’re so damn sexy, and I would live between your thighs if I could.” I kiss her deep, making her taste herself on my lips. “I’ve got to clean up. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“I didn’t even get to see your room,” she huffs with the cutest little pout.

I grab my senior yearbook off the shelf and hand it to her. “Take this with, and we can look through it together.” Then I slip into the upstairs bathroom to clean myself. Thank god she picked out dark jeans and a large flannel, or this could have been a lot worse. With semi-wet boxers, I make my way down to the laughter of my family.

“He and Jake were inseparable, but the oddest pair,” my dad says as I round the corner into the room.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” My dad deadpans toward me like the answer is obvious.

“You were a scrawny, shy thing, and Jake was a little hellion, getting into fights and beefy by eighth grade. Love you both, but it was always funny to see.” I grab a cookie from the coffee table and scoot in next to Lily, who is flipping through the photos.

“Jokes on you, now I’m the beefy one.”

My parent’s laughter startles me as Lily lightly pats my arm. “You’re very handsome and strong, but Jake the giant is way beefier than you. Also, can we not use the term beefy, it’s weird. Stacked? Ripped? Muscley?”

“Hunky!” my mom adds through her laughter.

“You all are menaces. I’m telling the group chat you said that, mom.” I say, pulling out my phone. Instead of my phone though, I pull out Lily’s. We both put ours in the cup holder of the truck when we got in, and I must have grabbed hers by accident. When I hit the home button, it lights up with a text from an unknown number. I can see the first part of the text causing my skin to heat instantly. My fists clench of their own accord, and I can feel my blood pressure rise.

Lily must feel me stiffen beside her because she looks over, then drops her face to the lit up screen. The way her face pales and her gaze turns apologetic tells me this text isn’t a surprise. My vision tunnels with the realization that she has been getting threats and I haven’t been keeping her safe. I take a steadying breath to not make a scene in front of my parents, but I need to get us out of here.

I deposit the phone back into my pocket, and close the yearbook Lily is holding. “Thank you so much for dinner, mom, it was amazing as always. It’s been a long week, so I think we’re going to head out.”

My mom’s eyes rove between us at the sudden change in conversation. Whatever she sees has her not saying what’s on her mind, as she nods and stands. “I expect you back here soon. Lily, you’re welcome anytime, even without this big guy.”

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