“Then rip them off me.”
And he does.
* * *
Not only didhe sleep over, but we had morning sex and then took a long shower together. Our first. My rules of engagement are getting shaky. I just enjoy being with him. The sex is amazing, and he makes me laugh. I love our banter. I love that he laughs at my jokes too. My usual over-the-top demeanor never seems to be too much for him.
He mentioned that he was invited to our Sunday night family dinner tonight. As long as I’ve been a part of this family, dinners at Aunt Darian and Jackson’s house have been a Sunday night staple. I rarely miss one. I can admit that I absolutely love it. Craving family my whole life and now having a big one is everything to me. And I hit the jackpot in the one I have. They’re fun and loving. I laugh my ass off at every meal.
Dad and Melissa usually pick me up on their way. They live in a giant condo in the city not far from me, while Aunt Darian and Jackson live in the suburbs about twenty-five minutes away. Obviously, I wouldn’t ever ride there with Collin, so I don’t.
I’m waiting in front of my building for them. When they pull up, I open the car door and my father immediately says, “That skirt is too short. Go change.”
I roll my eyes and get in the car. “No, it’s not. Don’t be such a baby. Melissa bought me this skirt.”
He side-eyes Melissa and she smiles. “What? Her legs are a mile long. She looks amazing in short skirts. It doesn’t seem to bother you when I wear short skirts.”
“She’d look better in ankle-length skirts. You both would.”
Melissa and I both laugh at his absurdity.
On the car ride, Melissa turns back and asks her standard question, “Are you seeing anyone?”
Before I can answer, Dad says, “She’s too young to date.”
Melissa sighs, and we smile at each other. “No, I sit home at night and braid my friends’ hair. Then we have pillow fights and fall asleep on the floor in our panties after a fit of giggles.”
Melissa silently laughs. Dad says, “That sounds fun, honey.”
He’s clueless. “To answer your question, no, I’m not seeing anyone. I prefer gang bangs in the back of motorcycle club bars. It’s more up my alley, so to speak.”
Melissa smiles and shakes her head while I see my father’s face redden. Melissa slaps his arm. “Declan, one day, maybe soon, she’s going to come home with someone and you’re going to have to manage it.”
“She can get married at fifty, like I did.”
I pat his shoulder. “That works for me, Dad.”
We arrive to our weekly sea of warm welcomes. Collin is already there looking scrumptious in ass-hugging black jeans and a white sweater. I can’t help but pinch that ass a few times when no one is looking.
We sit down for Chinese food, which is usually what we eat when Darian doesn’t feel like cooking or Jackson isn’t grilling. She knows what everyone likes at this point, so she preorders everything. The kids already ate and are in the big playroom Jackson had done for them.
Somehow, I’m seated next to Collin. I might have to resist the urge to touch him, though I wouldn’t mind if he were to touch me.
Melissa says, “My friend Izzy is finally moving out of her house and into the city. She told Ryder and Austin that the basement furniture isn’t coming with her. They freaked out. They said that they and half their friends lost their virginity on that couch, and that she needs to keep it as a memento.” She looks around. “Were all of you having sex at home in high school? I didn’t realize that it goes on in the house. Obviously, I know it happens for some, but at home?”
Ryder and Austin are twin sons of one of Melissa’s oldest friends. They are about two or three years older than me. They’re cute, I’ve seen them around, but they’re a little young for me.
Darian manages to answer for her girls. “Harley and Reagan were. Skylar wasn’t. She didn’t lose her virginity until college.”
Reagan smiles. “I officially have the only mother on the planet that can and would answer that question.”
Skylar shakes her head. “Thanks for outing me, Mom. I’m sure everyone here needed to know that I was a virgin when I left for college.”
Lance lifts her hand and kisses it. “I think it’s adorable. I don’t mind one bit, sweets.” He winks at her.
Harley hems and haws. “I admittedly was having sex while in high school, but I’m not sure it was in the house though. I don’t remember.”
Reagan shakes her head. “I can name at least two guys you slept with in the house.”