Page 75 of Meet Me in the Vines
We stumble through the furniture to get to the kitchen as our tongues wrestle, our hands hungry for each other’s skin. I move my hands down below her dress and grab a handful of her ass, claiming her as mine. She moans into my mouth and breaks the kiss, playfully shoving me off of her.
“We aren’t done, Mouse,” I rumble, crowding her space and caging her against the kitchen island.
I’ve shared her all night, and I’m done sharing.
“Donovan, what about dessert?” she breathes, unable to control her tipsy giggles.
I lean in, pressing my arousal against her hip.
“I’m looking at it,” I growl, my lips hungry for her.
Her breath hitches as she traces her finger down the front of my shirt, torturously trailing down to my waist. She opens her hand and strokes her palm over my jeans, where my throbbing cock is eagerly waiting for her. My eyes roll back and I moan in her ear. It’s more than the wine and beer that has me drunk. I’m wasted on the way she touches me. Light-headed, room-spinning, seeing-double type of love drunk for her.
“Hey lovebirds, get a room!”
We both flinch back as Kerry drunkenly announces his presence. Thankfully, my back is to him, so he can’t see the bulge straining through my jeans that Audrey was just groping.
She buries her face in my shoulder, giggling uncontrollably with embarrassment. I give in and join her while Kerry stands by the French doors, crossing his arms and smirking. The little shit.
“Fuck off, Ker!” I turn my head out and yell, waiting for my dick to deflate. He flips the bird and stumbles outside to join everyone else. Audrey can’t stop laughing, her face beet red.
“Fuck, he’s drunk,” I say, scrubbing my hand over my face. “I’m sorry, Mouse. I didn’t notice he was in the house.” I laugh under my breath.
“Let’s just get these cinnamon rolls out to everyone before Kerry tells everyone I was giving you a hand job in your parents’ kitchen,” she teases.
I follow her lead and set the oven to its warm setting. She lifts the foil from the Pyrex. The aroma of cinnamon and sugar floods my nostrils. A secret grin plays on my lips thinking of licking the icing off of her tits this morning.
“By the way, I’m gonna go into town tomorrow with Tia to go shopping. I need new clothes,” she chirps, sliding the cinnamon rolls into the oven.
I noticed she didn’t bring much from New York. Briggs only packed as much as he could before Kellan woke up. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up thinking back to that day, holding her in my arms while she was black and blue. I shake it away quickly before it festers.
“Of course, baby. I’ve got some errands to run in the morning and a busy day at the winery. You and Tia should come by for a tasting,” I suggest. Selfishly, I would love to see her while I’m helping Frank with the wine tasting room tomorrow. But I’m glad she has Tia in town. I know she missed her.
“Okay, that sounds fun,” she winks, and I press a kiss into her cheek.
“Call me if you need me, okay?” My expression marks with concern, remembering what happened to her last time she went into town. She gives me a weak smile and rubs my back for reassurance.
“I’ll be alright, baby. I’ve got Tia. Don’t worry, okay?” she replies. She’s right. Tia can be terrifying.
On a visit to Austin for me and Logan’s 21st birthdays, Logan and Tia took me out to their local hole in the wall. When some guy started getting handsy with her on the way to the bathroom, she grabbed him right by the balls and slammed him down hard on the floor, showing off every bit of of that third-degree blackbelt in jiu-jitsu. She seems chill on the surface, but you definitely don’t wanna fuck with her.
“You’re right. But still,pleasecall if you need me. I’ll be there,” I murmur, my hands resting on her waist. Her arms wrap around my middle as she tilts her head up, giving me a good look at those freckles I love so much.
“I will. Thank you,” she whispers. I kiss the tip of her nose and help her with her cinnamon rolls once they’re out of the oven, placing them on one of my mom’s serving plates. Once we have everything in order, we make our way back out to the firepit to join my family.
“God, I hope they love them,” she nervously whispers, wearing the cutest expression on her face. She doesn’t need to impress my family. She already enamored them with no effort at all.
The moment she approaches everyone with dessert in hand, the ensuing claps and cheers prompt a soft shade of pink to spread across her cheeks. She bows in a sweet, adorable curtsy.
Okay, that was fucking cute.
“Oh wow, Audrey. These look amazing, sweetheart. Thank you so much,” my mom gushes, staring at a cinnamon roll as big as her face.
Satisfying groans break out from everyone around the firepit. Audrey’s smile shines brighter than the moon, watching everyone’s delighted expressions.
“Damn, Audrey. These are better than Sip & Savor’s, hands down,” Wyatt beams, while Kerry stuffs his face without taking a breath.
“Jesus, Ker, slow down. You’re gonna choke, son,” my dad chimes in, scolding Kerry with his eyes. Everyone but Noah and my parents are a little drunk at this point, further explaining why Kerry is inhaling his food like a vacuum instead of properly chewing.
