Page 70 of Givin' Me Fitz!
“I don’t plan to change my number, and the reason I don’t have any tats is because I never found anything I wanted to mark on my body permanently. I can think of a few things I wouldn’t mind having on my skin to show everyone I belong to you.”
Sawyer combed his fingers through his hair. “Oh, yeah? Like what?”
“I have combs, you know.”
He laughed. “It’s fine.” He twisted it up on top of his head and tucked the end under the bun, which was damn clever if it stayed while I carried out my plan to exhaust us enough to sleep before his parents arrived in town.
I climbed onto the unmade bed and reached for him as my cock filled and tapped against his. “You need to sleep so you can pick up your parents and talk to your father.”
Sawyer grinned. “You got any melatonin?”
I laughed and bent forward, taking his cock in my mouth. After several licks and sucks, I swallowed down what was keeping him awake, and he slept like a baby. No sleep aids required.
Tim Walton ended up staying at the house with Mr. Middleton—or Jim, as he asked all of us to call him, taking away my reason to have Sawyer go to the airport alone.
Shoot me. I was nervous about meeting his parents. Keller Abbott cast a huge shadow that his son tried very hard to fill—in the club and in real life. I didn’t want his parents to be disappointed in his choice of partner.
I cleared my throat. “Are you sure they’re going to be okay with me coming along? When was the last time you saw them?” At least my voice wasn’t shaking.
I took the short-term parking lane to enter the garage. We’d probably need to help them with their luggage.
“I saw them last summer. Went to San Diego for a week to help my father build a she-shed for my mom so she had a place to go, read, knit, or whatever it is that she does with her time. It was a little prefab job, so the two of us were able to do it in a day. Of course, she didn’t like the white walls, so I got sucked into painting the inside, but I really don’t mind doing stuff for them.”
I took the garage ramp to level three where there were more spots. I found one near the elevators to the walkway, along with a luggage cart that might be useful, so I pushed it onto the elevator in front of Sawyer and pressed the button for the first floor where baggage claim was located.
“Fitz, babe, what’s wrong?” A large hand skimmed down the small of my back, taking me from all the worrying I was doing. Sawyer was thirty-five. Surely his parents wouldn’t be upset because I was fifty—though, it didn’t sound as if they were much older than me.
I glanced to my left where he was standing and smiled. “Nothing’s wrong. I was just worried that they… I’ve never met anyone’s parents before. I’m not sure what to say. ‘Hi, I’m the man your son is screwing.’ That won’t go over well, I’m sure.”
Sawyer laughed as the elevator doors opened. I pushed the luggage cart out of the elevator, clutching the handle like it was keeping me from drowning or something equally as ridiculous.
“Babe, I think my parents would laugh if you said that, so go ahead. They’re old hippies, Fitz. Believe it or not, they’re fine with me being bisexual, and they’ll be happy that I found someone, especially after they get to know you. Now, do I need to take you into the men’s room and blow you so you’ll be less tense?”
A raucous laugh sounded behind us with a feminine giggle, causing both of us to turn around slowly. There, in his massive glory, was Sawyer’s father and his beautiful mother, who had a smile a mile wide. I could see both of them when I looked at Sawyer.
“Hey, it’s worked for me in the past. I’m Keller and this is Celine. You must be Fitz.” The large man extended his hand, and I shook it, surprised when he pulled me into his massive arms for a hug. At least he wasn’t beating the fuck out of me.
After we collected their luggage, we took them to my place so they could pick up Sawyer’s truck to use during their visit. He’d asked if he could borrow mine the next day, and I said of course he could. Tim Walton left with Tiny to go back to the clubhouse, and we ordered pizzas while Keller and Celine got to know Jim.
“Can you find my grandson?” Jim asked as he sat down at the table with the ruler.
Celine stared at it and leaned closer to me, though I knew what she was going to ask. “He forgot his mobility cane at his place in Mesquite.” I said, “We’ll get him another one tomorrow at the pharmacy.” Mrs. Abbott nodded and smiled.
Mr. Abbott turned his attention to Jim. “Mr. Middleton, I’m sorry your grandson is missing, and Sawyer and I will do our best to find him. When’s the fight?”
“Friday, Mr. Abbot. It’s Friday at a shi—crappy casino on The Old Strip,” I responded.
“I’m going with you to find him.” Jim bounced the yardstick on the floor for emphasis.
Celine began wheezing a bit, and I glanced at Sawyer. “Oh, uh, Mom. Where are your meds? I can get them.” She told him which suitcase, and he went to the truck.
I turned to Jim. “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea, Jim. If TJ does fight, he’s going to be nervous, and if he loses, he’ll be embarrassed. I’d think he’d rather you not be there to experience it in person.”
I stood from my seat on the couch and stepped over to Mrs. Abbott. “Do you need some water?”
She smiled. “I’ll come with you.”
We went to the kitchen and I got her a glass of water from the purification pitcher I had in the fridge. “You’ve done wonderful things here, Mr. Morgan.”
