Page 26 of Intertwined Hearts

“Sounds great.”

I moved my arms down around her waist and pulled her into me. Her arms tightened around me. I lowered my mouth onto hers and let my tongue get its fix. She moaned into my mouth.

“Let’s go, before I christen my room right now.” I adjusted myself in my pants so my growing erection wouldn’t be obvious when I got downstairs. Jackie took my hand in hers, and I led her back downstairs, where my mom was sitting at the kitchen peninsula.

“Was everything okay?”

“Perfect, Mom.” I leaned down and kissed her cheek. “It’s good to be home. When’s Dad going to get back?”

“He should be home around five thirty or six. We weren’t sure when you’d get here, so he went golfing. Can I get you both something to eat?”

“We’re going to check out the leftovers and reheat something,” I said.

“I don’t mind cooking if you would rather have something else, really. Jackie, are you sure you’re fine having leftovers, or would you like something else?”

“Leftovers are fine, thank you.”

Jackie

Hunter’s mom was really nice. And she talked a lot. I know he said she was nervous, but wow.

We dug through the refrigerator and began pulling dishes out and setting them on the counter.

“We have some fried chicken in there somewhere,” his mom said.

I inhaled deep just before Hunter replied. “That sounds great, thanks.” He pulled out a couple more dishes before he found the four remaining pieces.

“You want some?” he asked me.

“No, thanks. I think I’ll have some potato salad and vegetables,” I said.

“What about protein? You need protein.” Hunter insisted.

I stood up and tilted my head, gave him a grin, and held my lips tight to keep from laughing at my thoughts on where I’d get my protein. I could feel the smile spreading like wildfire across my face. It felt like my eyes were smiling. I shook my head at him when he smiled back.

His mother chimed in, “There’s plenty of chicken for both of you. Help yourself, Jackie. Trust Hunter, if he says you need to get some protein in you, you should do it.”

“Thank you,” I fought to stifle my laugh. Hunter laughed out loud, and I smacked his arm, then turned my back to him.

He walked over behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in to him, then whispered in my ear. “Ready for that protein, baby?”

“Shush, don’t let her hear you.”

“She might hear you scream later tonight.”

“No, Hunter. Oh my God!”

I turned, and he held me tight before kissing me.

We were interrupted by his mom. “Do you guys need any help? Can you get the stove on okay?”

“We’re fine, Mom. Thanks.”

Midway through our meal, Hunter’s mom interrupted our conversation.

“Jackie, where are you from?”

“I’m from Tampa.”

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