Tamed By You (Always & Forever #2)

31. Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-One

Ali

Mom? Did he just say Mom?

I peak my head out of the covers and stare at him wide eyed.

“Did you just call me mom?” I ask, my voice sounding horrified. There are many things you want to be called in bed, but mom, isn’t one of them.

“Are you okay, darling?” I hear a faint voice through the door.

Oh. My. Fuck. His mom is here, and I am under the duvet with her son’s dick in my mouth. God, I really am out here making top-notch first impressions. First his sister, now this.

“Yeah, I’m good, just ermm, give me a sec,” he shouts.

“Your mom is here?” I silently mouth.

“Yeah, it’s a shock to me too. Quick get some clothes on.”

“What?” I whisper shout. “I can’t meet your mom. Your sister is one thing, but your mom. No sir, not happening.”

He hops out of bed, pulling on his briefs and black sweatpants. “Either you come out there with me or she will come in here and investigate as to why she couldn’t come in, and trust me, you don’t fuck about with Lydia Walker. So, pull on your big girl pants, Ali Cat. You are about to meet the parents.”

“Parents, plural?” There is panic in my voice as I fumble with my shorts and t-shirt.

“Yeah, if my mom is here, you bet your ass my dad is too.”

Fucking kill me now.

I smooth out my hair, glancing in the mirror at the end of the bed. God, I look like trash and very aware I just had his dick in my mouth and haven’t brushed my teeth. Sex hair and cum breath when meeting the parents, fabulous.

Harry takes my hand; swings open the bedroom door and hauls my ass down the corridor. My heart beating so fast, I’m pretty sure it’s going to burst out of my chest.

We come to an abrupt stop when his parents come into view. His dad is on the couch, face hidden behind a newspaper, and his mom is making coffee in the kitchen.

“Mom, Dad,” Harry says, heading for his mom, embracing her in a hug.

She turns and her face lights up. “My baby boy.” She embraces Harry in a hug. She’s beautiful and looks like an older version of Tori, dark brunette hair and blue eyes, wearing a gorgeous blue pant suit.

“And who’s this?” His mum beams, looking right at me.

“This is Ali.” He gestures to me, and I step forward.

“Hi, it’s lovely to meet you, Mrs. Walker,” I say, reaching out my hand to shake hers and I’m taken aback when she pulls me in for a hug. She smells of chamomile and mints and it’s so comforting, I almost don’t want to let go.

“Oh, don’t be silly. Call me Lydia.” She pulls away, still holding on to the tops of my arms, and eyes me up and down, “Gosh, aren’t you beautiful?”

I blush.

“Isn’t she beautiful, Grant?” she says, turning to face her husband, and I instantly see where Harry gets his looks. Tall, dark and the same jaw line and blue eyes. He rises from the couch and walks towards us.

“She is. It’s lovely to meet you, Ali.” Again, he hugs me like we are old friends, and I try my best not to stiffen, very aware I smell of sex and poor choices.

“Okay, let her go,” Harry jokes, walking towards the kitchen and leaning against the island. “Not that I don’t love seeing you both, but what are you doing here?”

“We’ve flown in for the event. Did Tori not mention it? She’s got a charity gala tonight.”

Harrys rubs a hand over his face and mumbles, “Shit, I forgot.”

“Your sister has gone to a lot of effort, son. She would be so disappointed if you didn’t attend,” his dad says.

“I know, I’ll be there,” Harry says, glancing up at me and I go wide-eyed when his parents turn to face me.

“And, Ali, say you’ll be there?” his Mom asks with what sounds like hope in her voice.

“Oh, I erm, would love to, but I don’t have anything to wear, and I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Oh nonsense. I’m meeting Tori for lunch and collecting our dresses. I’ll call the boutique and have them pick some out for you. Oh yes, we can have a girls’ day,” she says, eyes wide with excitement, while I’m having an inner battle with myself. Part of me wants to flee, run for the hills and get out of town and the other wants to embrace this moment, have a taste of what it might be like to be part of a family and do normal things.

“If you are sure, thank you.” I smile, grateful for her kindness. I glance up at Harry. He’s staring right at me and mouths, “Thank you.” I give a gentle nod. I can do this.