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“Sorry,” she winces as she runs her hands through my hair. “I’m trying. I’m just not used to someone accepting me.”
“Accepting you? Ren, I’m not accepting you. I am attracted to you. This isn’t a ‘despite it all, I love her on the inside’ thing. I mean yes, I love your mind and your heart, but you are fuckingsexy baby. I am lucky and proud to have you, to get to touch every part of you. You have these amazing tits, soft body, these hips that I can grip a hold of and then this one spot…” I trail off as I lean down to where her outer hip meets her lower stomach, I press my lips to the spot and realize very quickly that no one has touched her there.Perfect.
I suck on the flesh and bite gently. Ren is nervous at first, but it quickly turns into lust and pleasure as she lets out a soft moan. After a moment, I release the spot as smirk at the dark red mark forming.
“A hickey?” She laughs lightly as I remove her shirt and bra while she makes short work of my clothes. “What are we, teenagers?”
I give her a shrug before angling her hips to meet mine and sliding my dick deep inside her wet heat.
“I mark what’s mine.” I shudder as I feel her squeeze her walls around my cock. I roll my head back, letting out another breath–willing myself not to come on the spot. Leaning overtop of her I stare into her pretty brown eyes as I thrust into her again, nice and slow. I watch her eyes go hazy and her pretty mouth parts into an “o”.
“I love you.” I whisper before kissing her softly. She tastes of the apple juice she had on the way home earlier. I run my tongue over hers, earning me a moan of approval as she bucks her hips up against me.
“I love you too.” She smiles softly as our foreheads meet and we continue to stare deep into each other’s eyes.
The sex is lazy, there are no rapid thrusts, erotic positions, explicit language. It’s just her and I taking the time to learn the feel of each other. Every curve, every muscle, every ticklish spot–right under her left butt cheek, but not her right–and once the orgasm hits, it is long and drawn out. We finally come back down and I remove myself before laying next to her and pullingher to me. We are covered in sweat and each other; I don’t care, I’m happy to lay like this forever. But my sweet Ren lasts all of two minutes before rolling over to look at me with an apologetic look.
“I’m totally down for laying in bed with you the rest of the night,” she smiles softly. “But I can’t do so until we’ve both showered and changed the sheets.”
I roll my eyes before smacking her ass. “Anything for you, princess.”
Chapter 27
Lauren
“It doesn’t have to make sense,” Atlas sighs in irritation as we make our way up the steps to Fox’s house. “Just know it’s tradition. Thanksgiving with the shop guys involves a lot of food. And we don’t want to be restricted.”
I stare at Atlas’ outfit–a pair of pajama pants covered in cartoon turkeys and an orange shirt that has a picture of a cooked turkey with the phrase “I came for the breasts” written on it.
“I understand that it’s a pajama party. What I don’t understand is why you went out and bought that set of pajamas.” I laugh at his hurt expression.
“Have you no holiday spirit?”
“Some holiday,” the young scratchy male voice from behind us causes me to jump. I look back to see Wade walking up the steps with Sunday. “You know over forty million turkeys are murdered every year just for this day? An American holiday, think what that could do for a starving country.”
I look from the preteen to his exhausted mother. “Wade,” Sunday sighs, her southern voice coming out stronger than usual with her obvious frustration. “Son, I told you not to start thatagain. You already got kicked out of mamaw’s dinner with the bridge club.”
“Oh, what a devastating blow that was to my heart.” He rolls his eyes and I see the murderous rage on Sunday's face.
“Sunday,” I pat her shoulder, “There are tons of non-meat options in the house I’m sure. You know Janie is big on vegetables and what not.”
“Oh,” Sunday snorts and shakes her head. “This brat ain’t a vegetarian. He’s an asshole. He was double fisting bacon this morning. He just is mad I didn’t let him stay home alone.”
“Because I don’t want to hang out with your old friends!” Wade groans and Atlas gasps.
“When did I become the old guy? I’m cool! That’s not a cap.” I smack my face and walk inside, leaving a confused, lovable idiot out front.
“Ren! That’s what the kids say now!” I hear him call out but I just laugh and keep walking.
Upon entering the house, it becomes evident why Atlas picked the ridiculous pajamas — Ash and Fox were also wearing them. And then grumpy Derek sat on the couch away from everyone, watching the football game, he's not in matching pajamas.
Janie bounces over and gives me a hug before doing the same to Sunday. “Oh, and who is this?” Janie asks and holy crap, it is love at first sight. Wade's eyes would be in the shape of hearts, if that were physically possible.
Wade is almost taller than my redheaded friend, and this is giving him a major ego boost. He clears his throat and goes to say his name, but “Wade” comes out cracked because, damn puberty. Janie takes pity on the boy and gives him a hug before taking him into the kitchen where he tells her how Thanksgiving is his favorite holiday. Turning to Sunday, I cannot help but laugh at her defeated expression.
“I swear,” she sighs, shaking her head. “They tell you that the hard part is when they’re babies, that’s a lie. When they’re babies, they ain’t talking. Feed me, hold me, clean me. That’s it. They start getting thoughts in their heads and it’s just too much. And now,” she waves her hand towards the still grinning boy who is helping Janie set the table. “Now he is being a perfect gentleman. I had to pin him down to get him to put deodorant on before we came here.”
I snort out a laugh as I pat the tired woman on the back. Since I found out about Wade, Sunday has been a lot more open with me and the girls. We’ve found out that she lives in a house across town that is owned by a woman she calls “mamaw”–the old woman also helps out and watches Wade when Sunday has to work. We also found out that about a year ago, Sunday got a divorce from a man, not Wade’s father, who stole everything from her, except the dance studio, and she’s had to work on rebuilding it. And, her epilepsy is getting worse, the medication isn’t stopping them like they used to and after the holidays, she will be closing the studio for a while because she is having a device put in that is supposed to help lessen the seizures. It’s one of the reasons I took the job to work for her, besides the pay–which isn’t exactly the salary of a lawyer but I can get by–it will help Sunday out and during the downtime I can start working on taking narrating and voice acting classes.
