Chapter 15 #3
“Should get off you. Heavy.” Ray’s words were sluggish and not very convincing.
I hooked both legs around him just in case. “Stay.”
He lifted his head to look at me, and it seemed like the effort had cost him a lot. “On top of you or stick around for a while?”
“Yes.”
Ray smiled at me and cupped my face. “Told you I’d make you come without touching your dick.”
“I didn’t put up much of a fight,” I told him. “Maybe next time.”
Ray stiffened, and I wondered if I’d pushed for too much. He’d been the one who’d used words like “later” and “next time,” but it had been during the heat of passion. I wanted to take the words back, but—
“Okay, but I need to get cleaned up, and we should probably think about food.”
“I can’t cook worth a damn, but I excel at ordering food through an app that magically appears on the doorstep.”
“Sounds perfect.”
“My bathroom is downstairs, but so are all the takeout menus. Why don’t we go down and get cleaned up. You can shower while I order food.”
“Why can’t we shower together?” Ray asked.
I told my heart to settle down and not read too much into it. “Tight fit.”
Ray rocked his hips, and his softening dick rasped over my sensitive nerve endings.
“I’m a big fan of tight spaces.” He pressed a kiss to my lips, then eased out of my ass.
Ray rolled onto his back beside me and looked up at the ceiling.
His fingers found mine, and we laced them together. “After we eat—”
“We live out one of my fantasies,” I said.
Ray shook his head. “I called dibs already. I want to suck you off.”
I rolled onto my side, pressed a kiss to his chest, and then sat up. “You’re in luck. That was the same fantasy I wanted to live out next.”
“I won’t be long,” Ray said as we parted ways outside the kitchen. The man had the most beautiful bare ass I had ever seen.
“Towels are in the hallway closet,” I called after him. “I’ll fish out the menus from the junk drawer. Is there anything you’re not in the mood for?”
“I only want to avoid food that will prevent me from tapping your tight little ass again.”
“Good to know,” I said, my words calm even though my heart was doing a happy dance.
Don’t read too much into it. Take what he can give and nothing more. But damn it. Rayden Freaking James wanted me. Again. Now I was the one bopping in the kitchen as I sorted the menus into two different categories: “yes before anal sex” and “hell no before anal sex.”
The bathroom was just on the other side of the eat-in kitchen nook, so I knew the moment Ray turned on the shower.
I probably lost about five minutes picturing what he looked like under the running water.
Rivulets would stream down every dip and valley of his sculpted muscles.
Oh god. I should’ve gone with him, even if it was to sit on the toilet and watch.
I shook myself out of my daydream and focused on the task: feed Ray so he could tap my ass again later, possibly after sucking me off. Focus, dumbass.
“Mexican, Thai, and Indian could be too spicy,” I said. Those started my “hell no before anal sex” pile. “Italian could be iffy, but—”
A car door shut nearby, cutting through my debate.
It could’ve come from the neighbor’s house, but it sounded way too close.
It wouldn’t be my parents. They’d headed out of town and would’ve let me know if their plans had changed.
Then again, when was the last time I’d checked my text messages or missed calls?
Another door shut, this one louder. It had definitely come from just outside the house.
My mom’s raised voice carried from the driveway. “I can’t believe our luck.”
My dad mumbled something in response I couldn’t hear.
What the fuck? I stood in my boxers and nothing else.
I’d only given my stomach a cursory wipe with a dirty T-shirt to remove my cum.
The streaks probably could’ve passed for dried Elmer’s glue, but no one with two brain cells to rub together would mistake my cum for glue smears.
My parents continued to talk as they approached the house, and then a new sound came from down the hallway.
I cocked my head to the side as I tried to make out what it was, then smiled when I realized Ray was whistling in the shower.
I’d made him happy enough to whistle while he washed. Aww.
The utility room door flew open, and I had just enough time to angle my body so my parents wouldn’t see the dried cum smears on my stomach.
My mom entered the kitchen, looking bedraggled.
Damp, wrinkled clothes plastered against her body.
Mascara smeared under her eyes and streaked down her cheeks, and her frizzy hair stuck up all over as if she’d been electrocuted.
“Mom! What the hell happened?” I asked.
Dad stepped into the room behind Mom, looking just as bad, minus the mascara smears. He raised an eyebrow at my state of undress but didn’t say anything. He looked like he barely had enough energy to stand.
“What happened?” I asked again. “I thought you were going to Tess’s?”
“We were,” Dad said. “I thought it would be a great idea to take a new route. Change of scenery is supposed to be good for the soul, they say.” Dad slumped even more, like that little outburst had been all the energy he’d had left. Then he rallied to add, “They’re full of bullshit.”
Mom patted his shoulder and sighed. “We broke down in a rural part of the state, couldn’t get cell service, and had to walk a million miles to the nearest little town. It’s hotter than hell out there, and I’m afraid to look in the mirror.”
“Must’ve been Mayberry or a ghost town because everything had already closed,” Dad said.
“On a Friday night,” Mom added. “Can you believe it?”
“Wow, that’s wild. How’d you get home?”
“A delightful couple about our age passed through and offered help,” Dad said. “They drove us to the next city so we could hire a tow truck and rent a car to come home. What a night.”
The water turned off down the hall with a slight squeak, grabbing my parents’ attention. They both flicked their gazes to the kitchen nook wall, as if they could see through to the bathroom. Dad’s gaze slid back to me, and a slight smile tugged at his lips.
Mom looked at me and blinked. “Is someone here? I saw that SUV outside and thought you’d come to your senses and bought reliable transportation.”
“Uh…”
Mom narrowed her eyes, making her look like a psychotic killer. “That had better not be Chad in our home.”
Dad’s smile turned into a scowl. “You deserve so much better, Kit.”
“Not Chad,” I assured them and nearly laughed when they sighed in relief. “Never again with that guy. I promise.”
Mom turned to look at Dad over her shoulder. “You should’ve let me take a baseball bat to his car like I wanted to.”
“Well, you told me I couldn’t set his car on fire, so we’re even,” Dad told her.
Their support both warmed my heart and worried me, but I would need to have that conversation later.
It was possible for them to walk through the living room and get upstairs before Ray exited the bathroom.
I could whisk him up to my room, where we could get dressed and escape without my parents bombarding him with a thousand questions.
Mom crossed her arms over her chest. “Who is it, then?”
I looked to the doorway and sighed when there was no sign of Ray, but my relief was short-lived because he hadn’t brought clothes down with him. Oh god, oh god, oh god. My parents were about to get a real eyeful. “Can we please talk about this later? Can you go upstairs so I can—”
Footsteps approached, and we all turned in time to watch Ray reach the kitchen archway and jerk to a stop. Thank god he’d wrapped a towel around his waist, but the closure looked precariously loose.
Mom sucked in a breath, and I turned to see if she was okay. Dad had covered her eyes with his hands while his own bugged out of his head. “Get off me, Steven. I want to introduce myself to Kit’s friend.”
“I bet you do,” Dad said. “I think there might be a better time or situation to get to know him better.” He nudged Mom forward, still covering her eyes. “We’ll just go on upstairs so the two of you can…”
Ray sidestepped to clear a path for my parents.
“I’m Valerie, and this brute is Steven,” Mom said as they passed.
“Rayden James. Nice to meet you both.”
“The pleasure is, um, yeah,” Dad replied awkwardly. “It’s good to meet you too.”
“That’s a very sexy name,” Mom purred.
Ray rubbed the back of his neck. “Thank you.”
“Keep it moving, Val,” Dad urged.
And once they cleared the doorway, Mom held up two thumbs for me to see.
Ray had his back to them and didn’t notice it or the wink Dad shot me over his shoulder.
Probably for the best since the situation was weird enough.
I expected Ray to make a mad dash for his clothes as soon as the coast was clear so he could bail.
But he just grinned at me and said, “So, my place, yeah?”