Page 45 of Straight, No Chaser
“Oh! I’ve never had shower sex before!”
Fuck. Me. This girl is going to be the death of me. My cock mirrors her enthusiasm, already ready for round three. “Then let me show you what you’ve been missing.”
“But we should clean this up before Mrs. Benson?”
I cover her mouth with mine, stifling her good heartedness with a coaxing tongue. Much easier to deal with an irritated housekeeper than my angry dick, desperate and hungry to be dirty with her now. We’ll just have to be good later. Well, at least I know one of us will be.
14
Chapter Fourteen
We drivethrough a sparse commercial area, which I guess constitutes the city’s downtown. Passing by metal sided warehouses, Dairy Queen and a small bank. A resale shop, decorated with a mannequin bride and her wedding party in the window, backs up to a liquor store. The only business with any customers is a gas station featuring a deal on pizza. Who the fuck buys pizza from a gas station?
Living in a small town must be hell. But you'd never know it by the enormous smile glowing on her stunning face. Her soft, ivory hand squeezing my fingers. Happy to be home.
Eli's almost as ecstatic, straining against the safety belt strapping him into his booster seat, to scan every inch of the view outside his window. Poor kid probably thinks a horse is just going to gallop right up next to the Escalade.
Their enthusiasm must be rubbing off on me. I relax in my seat, loosening my grip on the wheel. It is nice to actually see the horizon and not be boxed in by sky scrapers and clueless dumb ass drivers. The closer we get to her house the more I feel like I'm in a different world. Trees intersperse with endless rows of billowing corn stalks lining each side of the narrow road. Eli squeals from a herd of cows bunched together around hay bales in a fenced field next to her driveway.
Gravel crunches under the tires as we follow the winding path to a concrete pad big enough to hold four vehicles, plus a huge beige tractor that elicits an even bigger squeal from Eli. Pots, heavy with ferns, hang from the ceiling of the wrap-around porch, while red planters, bursting with white flowers, line the wooden steps. Coordinating with the American flag waving from a black iron post. A perfect country home.
"Can we go horseback riding now?"
Eli unbuckles his seat belt and shoves open the door, already sliding down the side of the leather cushion to hit the ground. Molly giggles from his desperate plea, but shakes her head. “Not yet. We’re going to the festival tonight, remember? But tomorrow, I promise.”
“Okay.”
His furious nod doesn’t mask his disappointment, but he still accepts her outstretched hand. While I slide mine onto her lower back. A quick stroke over her perky ass before she swats at me. Entwining our fingers when the white front door swings open. Almost as if presenting us as her new family. Which I could totally fucking get used to.
A tall woman, her blond hair twisted in a bun on the back of her head, races down the stairs first, followed by an unsmiling man and a teenage girl with her high pony tail swinging as she leaps over the steps completely. The lady engulfs Molly, but ends up embracing all of us in the process. Which isn’t unwelcome. Too damn long since I’ve felt my own mother’s loving touch. Which I need to rectify as soon as we get back.
“Oh honey, I’ve missed you so much.”
“Me too, Mom.”
Unable to return her hug while holding onto us, Molly tucks into her neck, a deep sigh leaving her petite body. We stand in this awkward position until Eli starts squirming. Little man much too antsy to stay still for long. Especially with his belly growling.
The man I assume to be her father holds out his arms to her next, while Eli wanders over to me. His tiny hand tucks into mine, and I give his fingers a squeeze. He’s usually pretty outgoing, but I can’t blame him for being a little overwhelmed with the welcoming party of strangers.
After a quick hug to the girl, Molly spins around. Her face flushed with joy as she entwines our hands again. Which doesn’t get past her father, frowning again from our display of affection.
"Luciano, these are my parents, Junior and Belinda, and this is my little sister Caroline." She scoops up Eli to her hip, who quickly lays his head on her shoulder. Garnering another disapproving scowl from her Dad. Who’s already figured out the depth of his daughter’s immersion into our lives. Which will never fucking change. “And this is Luciano’s little brother, Eli.”
Eli remains silent but manages a small wave. Of course this elicits enormous smiles from Belinda and Caroline as no one with ovaries is immune to his adorable face and wily charms. Belinda pats his shoulder, and then gestures for all of us to follow her inside the house.
"Come in, come in. I've got snacks and drinks. I'm sure you're exhausted from your trip."
"Mom, it was only a two hour drive.”
They banter back and forth, easy going and familiar, when we traipse inside. While I wallow in fucking awkwardness with Junior’s resentment boiling under the surface. Which I’ve got to fucking overcome because I’ll be damned if anyone, including him, comes between me and Molly. His mortgage and other debts under my control fucking guarantee that.
Which winds a thread of guilt in my chest. Damn. Molly’s goodness rubbing off on me more than I like to admit. Fuck. I need to get my shit together. I can’t fucking threaten my soon-to-be father-in-law. This requires finesse and patience to earn his approval. Belinda’s gaze flits toward mine, jerking me out of my contemplation.
"You know we hope to remodel the kitchen soon, but… It's just with me not teaching anymore, we..." A nervous hand rubs over the short strands escaping from her bun, plastered to her neck in the humid air. "But someday, right Junior?"
Guilt flickers in his eyes while he caresses her back. "Yeah, honey. Someday."
Fuck yes. I hide my asshole smile. A perfect reminder of the power I hold over him. She doesn’t know about the loans to keep them afloat, and he has no fucking idea I own them now. Calming my anxiety because he’ll do anything to protect her as much as I will Molly. The two of us more alike than I realized.
