RORY
“Maybe you could put your hand on my thigh.”
He moves his hand right above my knee.
“Like this?” he asks politely.
“Maybe a little higher.” I swallow hard.
“Like this?”
I take his hand and move it to the top of my thigh. His thumb is so close he could reach over and rub my dick.
“Like this.” I practically pant into his mouth, and his lips are on mine. I pull him closer, and curse seatbelts because they are keeping us apart.
“Jesus, put the screen up,” Mal grumbles.
Lex throws out a hand and then a soft motor hums.
“Can they hear us?”
“Not unless you’re really loud.” He gives me a predatory smile, and I know this man can make me scream.
“I can be quiet.”
“I can help keep you quiet.”
“Show me,” I tease, and his lips are back on mine, and goddammit these seatbelts again.
“Don’t even think about it,” Daddy growls against my lips.
“But they’re keeping me from you.”
“Well, we’re almost there, so maybe we should calm down.”
Yeah, getting out with hard dicks probably wouldn’t make the best impression.
Although, I could hide mine in my hoodie.
Daddy would have nowhere to hide in his tight suit pants.
That sounds like something I want to see, so I look down, and I was right.
They’re so tight, I can see the shape of his cockhead.
“Eyes up here, rabbit.”
I try, I honest to god try, but they don’t want to go up.
He chuckles and moves my chin up. “We’re calming down.”
“Fine,” I grumble.
“Do you really want to meet my mom with hard dicks?”
“Eww, no!” I pull back, and he laughs, but his words do the trick, and my erection is gone. My mind starts to wander and my worries about his mom liking me are back. “What if she doesn’t like me?”
“She’s going to love you, baby.” He kisses the top of my head.
“Are you sure she’s okay with you being bi?”
“Yes. She didn’t flinch when Liv started dating Chef.”
“But that’s not her son,” I protest, but that’s not fair to her. “I’m sorry. I’m projecting my own mother insecurities on to her. I’m sure she’ll be lovely.”
“It’s okay to be nervous, but just remember that no matter what, I love you.”
Hearing him say that always puts a dopey smile on my face.
“I love you too.” And then we’re kissing again, but it’s soft and affectionate. The kind of kisses that melt my stress away but don’t need to lead to sex. If I had my way, they would lead to sex.
“Alright, enough of that mushy shit.” Mal opens the car door. “But I am glad to see you’re both still dressed.”
“That was one time,” I remind him.
“One time too many.” He gags, and Daddy shoves him as he gets out of the car.
“I should have killed you for seeing my boy naked.”
“Trust me, the only thing I saw was your pale ass, and since brain bleach isn’t real, I’ll have to live with that image for the rest of my life.”
“Come on, rabbit.” Daddy helps me out of the car and holds my hand as we start toward the house.
It’s a nice house. A good size, with white siding and blue shutters. The yard is well maintained, and it looks inviting.
“I offered to buy her whatever house she wanted and she picked this one.”
“I like it. It looks homey and easier to maintain than your monstrosity of a house,” I tease, and he pulls me in tight.
“I thought you liked my house.”
“We could live in a tent and I’d like it. As long as I’m with you.”
“No tents,” he protests. “But always together.”
The front door opens and a beautiful woman with ice-blue eyes and blonde hair greets us. Mal darts past with a quick cheek kiss and hello to his mom.
“Don’t eat all the breadsticks,” she calls, and Mal answers, but it sounds like his mouth is already full. “Boys.” She laughs sweetly and reaches out to Daddy. “Lex, my darling.”
“Hey, Mom.” He leans forward to kiss her cheek.
“And you must be Rory.”
“Yes, ma’am.” She pulls me into a hug. I’m tense at first, but moms give the best hugs, so I melt into her touch.
“It’s okay.” She rocks us back and forth, and I didn’t even know I was crying.
“Lex told me, and I’m more than happy to step in whenever you need me.
You’re my son now.” She pulls back and wipes my cheeks.
“Speaking of. Let me see the ring.” I’m more than happy to show off the sapphire engagement ring.
“My son has good taste in jewelry and men.” I blush at her praise. “Come on inside, I have so many embarrassing stories to tell and pictures to show you.”
“Mom…” Lex whines but smiles.
“I’d love to see those.”
“Anything for you, rabbit.”
The end.