Page 120 of Not Your Girl
I hiss out a breath, grabbing her hips to grind against her, pleasure sparking up my spine. “Maybe we should go inside, and I’ll show you right the fuck now.”
She laughs and grinds harder. “In your childhood bedroom with the uncomfortable mattress your mom won’t let you get rid of and your old hockey trophies?”
I kiss the spot behind her ear, sucking lightly. “Baby, anywhere I can get you horizonal as soon as humanly possible is perfect, terrible mattress and all. I need to be inside you more than I need to breathe.”
“Well, then looks like you’re going to suffocate, El, because dinner is ready, so whatever little interlude you’re planning to have in my house is going to have to wait until later.”
Amelia and I both whip around at the sound of my mom’s voice. She’s standing at the corner of the house, looking at us with amusement.
“Sorry about that,” Amelia mumbles, looking anywhere but at my mom.
My mom grins. “Oh, honey, don’t be sorry. You’re not the first one of my children I’ve caught making out on the side of my house, and you certainly won’t be the last. As a matter of fact, this isn’t even the first time I’ve caught Elliot back here with a girl.”
“Oh realllly,” Amelia drawls, grinning up at me, laughter in her eyes.
I roll my eyes. “For fuck’s sake, Mom, I was sixteen.”
“Be that as it may, kiss your girl later. Dinner. Now. Family Celebration.” She spins and walks back to the yard, secure in the belief that we’re going to follow her because Pam Wyles always gets what she wants.
Amelia and I look at each other for a beat before we collapse into hysterical laughter, holding onto each other as our shoulders shake and tears roll down our cheeks.
“Your mom is the best,” she says, wiping tears from under her eyes.
“She drives me fucking crazy, but she is, in fact, the best.”
Amelia’s expression turns serious for a second and she wraps her arm around my waist. “She called me one of her children.”
I kiss Amelia’s head, knowing what she means without her having to say it. Knowing she’s thinking of her own parents, and how long it’s been since she belonged to someone that way. “She means it. You’re hers now because you’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”
Amelia leans her head against my shoulder, and I wrap an arm around her. “You’ll always be mine too, you know. I’m keeping you, Elliot Wyles, and your big, loud, crazy family too.”
Pressing another kiss to her head, I breathe her in, smiling into her hair, loving this moment. Her. Us. Everything. “Mystery Girl, nothing in the world sounds better than that.”
She smiles up at me, and with arms around each other, we head back to the yard to spend the rest of the day celebrating with family. And everything about it is better than I ever could have dreamed.
THE END
