Page 67 of Hardcore Vanilla
Jake kind of understood. He glanced over his shoulder to see her parents with their heads together, talking to each other in low voices. It was hard to tell whether they were keeping an eye on him and Sharon or not, but they were blocking the door now. There would be no way to get back out without her parents seeing unless they used one of the emergency exits, but it wasn’t like that would go unnoticed either.
“Is there anything that happens after the cake is cut?” He asked, wracking his brain. Although he’d attended several weddings, he hadn’t realized there was an official timeline. He supposed that made sense though. Weddings did all seem to follow the same basic schedule. Still, he couldn’t imagine his parents being upset at him for missing any of it.
If they even noticed that he did.
“The official farewell, but we can sneak out before that,” Sharon said indifferently. “Especially since Mark and Melinda are staying here at the hotel, there’s no big send off or anything. Melinda told me she wants to be able to go up to their room whenever they feel like it instead of having to wait for a specific time.”
“Okay,” Jake said. He had no idea what she meant by an official farewell, but he’d follow Sharon’s lead in this.
Sneaking out early sounded good to him.
Then he could take Sharon back up to their room, strip her down, and go for round two up against the windows there… Or on the bed… Wherever. Somewhere he could take his time a little more than he had in the coat closet. That had been exciting, but also rushed.
Yeah. Sneaking out early definitely appealed. He got the feeling her parents wouldn’t approve, but he didn’t really care about that anymore.
Chapter 17
There was an official brunch the morning after the wedding, thrown by Mark’s parents. The buffet style suited Jake perfectly, although Sharon’s parents both muttered about it, as did most of her aunts and uncles. The majority of the younger generation didn’t seem bothered. He noticed Rina was one of those sniffing haughtily at having to fill up her own plate. Jake made a wide berth around the dessert table to avoid her, keeping his gaze averted.
Sometimes discretion was a better strategy than valor.
Sharon had managed to snag one of the few two-person tables in the dining room and she smiled almost dreamily at him as he sat down. He found himself grinning back in a similar manner. Last night they’d ended up taking their wedding cake to go, both of them giggling like naughty children as they’d snuck out.
Then they’d gone up to their room and gotten creative with the icing. The cake was fucking delicious, but not nearly as fun as licking buttercream off of Sharon’s nipples. And definitely not as fun as when she’d slathered his cock from root to tip with it and gone to town.
It had been a much better night than the one before.
Actually, he was kind of feeling reluctant to go home. Not because he wanted to stayhere, but because at home everything between them was so much less settled. Here, he was Sharon’s date. They were together, expected to be together, and he felt pretty confident about his place by her side.
At home…
Sitting down across from her, he realized he wanted to keep this up. The sleepovers. The breakfasts. The sex, of course. But also the conversations, the jokes, and keeping each other company.
He wanted to date her.
No, not just date. Jake needed to be totally honest with himself. He wanted to be in a relationship with her.
Even after this weekend, after meeting her crazy family, after their big fight, he could see himself having a future with her, which was more than a little mind-blowing. But what would she think?
Still smiling, her eyes slightly unfocused, she lifted another forkful of French toast with strawberries to her mouth, looking as though she didn’t have a care in the world. Her dark hair was piled in a messy bun and she was wearing a simple sweater with her jeans. The outfit had received a dark look from her mother when they’d entered the dining room, but so far neither of her parents had come over to talk to her about it. Maybe because Melinda had come in with Mark, wearing something similar.
As he sat there, staring at her, his full plate of food in front of him, Sharon seemed to realize something was up. Cocking her head, she gave him a questioning look.
“We should talk,” he said immediately, although he wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to say.
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Sharon’s stomach sank.
The worst words in the English language. Well, maybe nottheworst but they were up there. They were not words she wanted to hear after a night when she was feeling all glowy and happy.
Not only had Jake been amazing during the wedding and reception, but they’d had a hell of a fun night when they’d made it back to their room. At least, she’d thought they had. They’d played with food. They’d played in the shower. Jake had cuddled her in front of the TV before she’d fallen asleep in his arms. Sharon couldn’t really think of a way the evening could have gone better – well, other than if they hadn’t had to deal with her parents at all.
Now it was Sunday morning and he wanted to talk? She has a bad feeling she knew what that meant. After all, she’d gone into this weekend fairly prepared for him to want to ditch her after meeting her family. Saturday morning, before she’d knocked on his door, she’d thought that was probably even more likely.
This morning though?
She felt blindsided.
