Page 58 of Mine To Keep (Southern Wedding)

“It’s almost dinnertime,” I report, looking at my watch. “Do you want to come over for dinner?” I ask Grace, thinking it won’t be that much of a stretch since they spent today together.

“Yes, yes,” Meadow says to her, “it’s pizza night.”

“Is it?” Grace replies, looking at Meadow. “Well, I love pizza.”

“We should say goodbye,” I suggest, pointing over my shoulder at the party as we head back toward the group of people that is shrinking as the day has gotten later.

“I will meet you at your place,” Grace says when we are almost close. “See you soon,” she says before she walks away. I walk up to Levi and Eva while she heads over to the other side. I thank them for inviting us and leave, looking over my shoulder the whole time.

“That was fun,” Meadow says as she gets in the car, and all I can do is agree with her. I’m trying not to hate that she has to sneak over to my house. Meadow talks my ear off about how much fun she had and how she went high, high, high to the moon. “She’s better than Uncle Nash.”

I chuckle. “We should call and say that.” I look into the rearview mirror at her.

We pull up in the driveway and see Alexa walking down the steps. “Alexa,” I call once I get out of the car.

“Hi.” She smiles, coming toward the car as Meadow emerges. “I’ve just invited Tamara and Joyce over to my house for a slumber party.” She mentions the other two kids on the block she watches. “I promised them all I would do it, and it’s the only weekend when I’m free, and my parents are home to help me if I need them.”

“Oh, wow.” I hear a door slam and look over to see Tamara walking down her steps with a pillow and a backpack. Meadow gets out of the car at the exact time Tamara comes over to our driveway. I don’t even have to ask her; she’s already going up the front steps to grab her things.

“Are you sure?” I ask Alexa, and she just nods at me. It takes Meadow a full minute to return with a bag that looks empty and her pillow. “Can I see the bag?” I ask, and she swings it to me. Opening it, I see it has pj’s, and that’s it. I open the trunk and remove a change of clothes and panties from my daycare spare bag. “There you go,” I say to Alexa, handing her the bag while Tamara and Meadow hold hands. “Call me if you need anything.”

“Will do,” Alexa assures me as they walk with her to her house, four doors down. I’m standing in the middle of the driveway, watching until she walks up the steps and closes the door, when I spot Grace’s car.

“You didn’t have to wait for me,” she says, getting out of her car, the cap gone and now it’s just her hair loose.

I wait for her to be close enough to me before I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me, realizing she fits perfectly in my arms. “Hi,” I say right before my lips crush down on hers. She puts one of her hands on my cheek as our tongues meet.

“Meadow,” she reminds me softly when she lets me go.

“Gone to a sleepover at the neighbor’s house,” I share, “so it’s just the two of us.”

Her eyes go big. “Just the two of us,” she whispers as the smile fills her face. “Like, for the whole night?”

“For the whole night,” I assure her. “Will you stay over?”

“Umm, will your dick be on the menu?”

I throw my head back and laugh. “I guess I could put it on the table.”

“I’d rather you put it in my mouth.” She moves out of my arms, sliding her hand in mine. “Or inside me is a good option.”

“Is it?” My cock automatically gets up. “I think we can do that.”

She stops moving. “I need to take a shower,” she states and rushes back to her SUV, grabbing a bag out of the back. I put my hands on my hips. “It’s not what you think; my grandmother sent these clothes for me, and I never put them away.”

We walk up the steps holding hands. “You go and shower in my bedroom, and I’ll shower in the spare.” She smiles and looks down shyly. “Then I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”

“It’s a date.” She kicks off her shoes and gets on her tippy-toes. “See you soon.” She walks up the steps to my bedroom as I hurry and make my way into the other one. My cock is rock hard when I get out and dry myself off. I wrap a towel around my waist and walk back to my room, seeing she’s not out yet, but the shower is off. I’m putting my boxers on when the door opens, and she steps out of the bathroom.

She’s wearing a white shirt off the shoulder with nothing under it, and it’s completely see-through. Her hair moves to the other side, where her shoulder is covered. “Hi,” she says softly.

I walk to her, or maybe I lunge; either way, she’s in my arms, and my mouth devours her. “Fuck,” I curse when I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist, her wet pussy on my stomach. “I feel how wet you are.”

“I touched myself in the shower, thinking of you,” she admits, and I have to remember she’s a virgin. I need to remember I have to go slow and not hurt her. “Just the smell of you and I couldn’t stop myself.”

“Did you make yourself come?” I ask her, looking in her eyes, and she nods. “Show me,” I urge, putting her on the bed. She lies back on the million throw pillows and lifts her shirt up above her tits that are pebbled, and then spreads her legs, the wetness evident. “I want to fuck you so hard.”

“Then come and fuck me,” she offers herself up to me. “Make me yours.”

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