30. Jason
Imay have miscalculated slightly.
I”m in the kitchen preparing a round of margaritas for the girls. They”re all down by the pool, sunning themselves and enjoying the nice day out. After the giant breakfast we had earlier, I half expect them to all be asleep by the time I deliver the drinks.
My dad and Bill are on the patio, discussing his grill and the finer points of preparing steak. You know what any pair of old white dudes would care to discuss.
But no, I miscalculated.
Because right now, my mom and Cheryl are in the living room, whispering to each other and giggling quietly every minute or so. I”m honestly terrified of whatever it is they are cooking up.
To make matters worse, they”ve literally been like that since we arrived, which has made Alexis go from normal stressed to “I can”t stop sweating and pooping” stressed. And considering it”s her birthday, I”m a little annoyed. Her mom should know that what she”s doing is making her daughter anxious and cut it out. If I hadn”t just met Cheryl, I would try to say something, but Alexis and I are finally finding our footing, and getting into an argument, justified or not, with her mother is not advisable.
So instead, I go for my own mother.
She’ll be easier to break anyway.
”Hey, Mom? Can you come to the kitchen quick? I can”t find that thingy you use to grate the lime.” I start banging a few drawers and cabinets for good measure. The whispering stops, and I hear my mom say she will be right back. Thank god Cheryl is staying put.
When my mom comes through the entryway, she”s smiling so wide I feel like it must hurt. Damn, I really hate that I”m going to rain on her parade now, but Alexis is my priority today.
“Honey,” she says exasperated, pointing to the zester already in my hand.
”Sorry, Mom, I just needed to talk to you quick,” I pause and listen, hoping Cheryl has stayed out of earshot, ”without Lex”s mom,” I say that part quietly, just in case. Understanding dawns on my mom”s face, and she rounds the island so I can keep my voice low.
“So, I’m so glad you are hitting it off with Cheryl, and Alexis is too. Or she will be. Once she stops agonizing over the fact that you two seem to be planning something. It’s her birthday, and I really want her to relax and enjoy the weekend, but she absolutely won’t if she thinks you are cooking something up together.” My mom nods, not even trying to deny what I’m saying.
”It would help a lot, I think, if you both go out to the pool, but you know, did your own thing. Like maybe read quietly? Or engage with at least one other person?”
She pats my arm. ”Yes darling, I hear you. We”ll come out to the pool in a minute. But can I just show you one thing?” I sigh but nod. If listening now means she”ll stop plotting with Cheryl, I”m all ears.
”When your sister was born, and we knew we wouldn”t have any more kids, your grandmother took a necklace that had been in the family for generations and had it turned into rings. She said, ”people don”t wear this kind of jewelry anymore, and I want to give my grandchildren something they”ll use.”” From her pocket, she pulls out a small box, and inside are two rings. There must have been multiple types of stones in the original piece because one of the rings has a sapphire center stone, and the other has something else, amethyst, maybe? Both were flanked by two smaller diamonds on each side. They weren”t giant or ostentatious and look like they could be easily paired with any kind of wedding band. Honestly, they”re exactly what I would look for in a ring.
”She wanted you and Isla to be able to have these when you got married. I just wanted you to know that I have these if you want to use one. But I understand if you want to pick something out yourself, or maybe with Alexis, so you won’t hurt my feelings. Just know these are here.”
”Thanks, Mom. I”ll be honest, it”s definitely on my mind, but Alexis and I both agreed we”d live together first, then talk about marriage. So, for now, just keep them safe.”
A few minutes later, I”m hauling the tray of margs down to the pool. Allison and Tristan are both passed out; Allison is even snoring. Nique is swimming laps in the pool like she”s training for the Olympics. And Alexis?
Well, she”s sitting on a lounger, book in hand, staring daggers at her mother, who is at this point also by the pool with a book of her own. My mother is nowhere to be seen, but I”m sure she”ll pop out eventually.
I set the drinks down, grab two and join my girl.
Once we”re situated, her back to my chest, me holding her drink for her, so she can sip and hold her book at the same time; I try to broach the subject. ”I talked to my mom.”
“About?”
”Well, about whatever scheming she and your mom are doing. I asked her to cut it out and save it for another day that isn”t your birthday.”
She relaxes. Slightly. “Did she agree?”
”Yes, she understands that you just want to enjoy the rest of this weekend and respects that. I”m sure they”ll exchange numbers and continue plotting, but it won”t be where we can see or hear them.” I tip my head forward to place a kiss on her head, hoping she”ll chill out now.
It takes a few minutes, and some healthy sips of her margarita before she finally relaxes into me and starts reading for real.
***
It”s mid-afternoon, and the group has disbanded to get cleaned up and ready for dinner. Alexis is in the shower, and I”m about to join her, but I need to check my phone first. Ten missed calls. All from my agent. Fuck me. I know what he wants, but I can”t handle it right now. I don”t have an answer for him, and I won”t before Monday, so he needs to just chill.
I’m incredibly frustrated when I step into the bathroom. I almost turn around and leave, my mood is so foul, but Alexis’ voice stops me dead in my tracks.
”Oh, Jason!” Shit, she sounds sexy right now. ”I believe as the birthday girl, I get to request orgasm services from a certain someone. I find myself in need of one. Now.”
You don’t have to tell me twice. I am stripped and in the shower with her in record time.
She”s rinsing something out of her hair when I get in, so I wait patiently for her to be done; I don”t want to be responsible for disrupting her routine. When her eyes finally flutter open, I can”t help but take a moment to appreciate them. Perfectly shaped lashes that fan out elegantly and a shade of green that only nature can produce. I get lost in these eyes.
“What?”
“Nothing, I just love looking at you.” I reach out and cup her cheek, pulling her close with my other hand and claiming her lips. Fuck, how does she always taste so good? A sigh escapes her lips as I press her against the shower wall.
I keep moving, trailing across her cheek and down the side of her neck, biting and kissing as I go. I can never get enough of her soft skin. I’m about to give her a hickey on the spot where her shoulder meets her neck when she’s suddenly pushing me away.
“Don’t you dare give me another hickey. It’s bad enough everyone gives me shit about it at work, I don’t need my parents seeing it.” She gives me a stern look.
“What if I give you a hickey somewhere else, where they won’t see?” Don’t ask me why, because I honestly don’t know, but I really enjoy giving her hickeys.
”Nope. Not this time. Because one turns into three, and knowing my mother, she”ll somehow intuit that I have them and make me show her.” Honestly, I wouldn”t put it past that woman.
I pretend to pout but acquiesce; I”ll do anything she asks me.
I resume my slow journey south over her collarbone to her tits. My balls tighten when I notice her nipples are already hard despite the steamy environment. I begin sucking and nipping at them ravenously. Suddenly, I need to be in her now. I slip one hand between her legs, rubbing my thumb on her clit just the way she likes. While my thumb circles, two fingers slowly pump in and out, with each pass, they rub her G-spot. Without fail, this gets her going within minutes.
”Jason! Yes, yes, right there. I”m close, so good. Fuck, how do you do that?” She”s tipped her head back against the tiles, eyes squeezed shut. I can feel my smile turn wolfish; I love I make her crazy.
I”m about to lift her up and slam home when I realize my critical error. ”Fuck, Alexis, I forgot condoms.” Before I can even finish my sentence, she”s shaking her head. ”Doesn”t matter, it”ll be fine this time. Thanks to my mother, I know I don”t ovulate for a few days.”
Her eyes immediately fly open, looking at me in complete shock. “Did I just say that?”
“Unfortunately, yes.” Another moment of silence.
Shit, I can see her starting to pull away. I am absolutely not going to let her comment about her mom end our fun. I drop to my knees, hook one of her knees over my shoulder and get my lips on her clit. Within moments, she”s panting again and rolling her hips in rhythm with my mouth. Just as she”s about to come, I pull back.
Her mewl of protest quickly becomes a moan as I lift her up and wrap her legs around my waist. I”m poised at her entrance, teasing her a bit until she”s writhing in my arms, demanding I get on with it. Damn, she can be so pushy. I love it.
We both groan as I slowly slide in. Her wet heat envelops me, and I have to actively try not to spill my load immediately.
When we accidentally went without a condom all those weeks ago, I hadn’t really paid attention to how different it felt.
Now though?
Pure bliss. My cock won’t want to wear one ever again.
I’m just starting to find the right rhythm when there’s a sharp knock at the door.
Alexis gasps, and we both freeze. Who the fuck is interrupting?
“Alexis, honey? It’s Mommy.” Cheryl’s muffled voice travels through the bathroom. We both look at each other with probably identical horrified looks on our faces, which would be funny in any other circumstance.
”Yes, Mom?” I drop my head to her chest, trying desperately to not laugh or make a sound.
”Wondering if you know where Jason is? His father needs help with the grill, but we can”t seem to find him.”
Fucking Dad. He”s a goddamn grill master; what would he need me for?
“Oh, um.” Alexis hesitates, probably because she doesn’t want to lie, but also doesn’t want her mom to know what we are doing in here. “You know I have no idea where he is. I thought he said something about taking a phone call?”
At this moment, a wicked idea pops into my head that I can’t shake. There’s no way I’m letting Cheryl cockblock me.
I begin to move again, slow and steady. Alexis” nails dig into my shoulders, and I can see she”s trying to tell me to stop fucking moving with her eyes, but I pretend not to understand. My lips and teeth trail up and down her neck, causing her to shiver.
I almost think her mom has left when the door handle rattles. Thank fuck I locked it when I came in.
“Alexis? Can I come in? I want to talk to you about something.”
Poor Alexis, she”s simultaneously in complete panic while her orgasm begins to loom. I can feel her inner muscles begin to clench me tightly. Fuck, that feels so good.
”Mom!” Her voice comes out as a squeak as she tries to sound normal while pleasure courses through her veins. ”I”m in the middle of my… my hair routine. I”ll be out soon and can talk to you then.”
There’s a pause on the other side of the door. “Fine, I’ll wait in my room.”
As soon as it feels safe, I begin to pump in earnest. She moans and tips her head back again.
”Yes! Jason, that”s so good.” She bites her lip, starting to tense as her orgasm rolls through. I follow her immediately, feeling the fire in my balls and legs as I pump inside her. We rest there a moment, both catching our breaths.
Slowly, I pull out and look down, feeling a sharp thrill as I see my cum seep out of her. Why is that so hot?
She pokes me sharply in my pec, pulling my attention to her face. Uh oh. She looks pissed. No, livid.
“You. Are. So. Fucking. Lucky.” My balls shrivel a bit. “You better rub my feet for an hour each to make up for that.”
”Yup, whatever you want, babe. I”ll rub them for two hours each if you want.” I did not think this all the way through.
She just rolls her eyes and grabs her facewash, turning her back to me. Clearly, I’m dismissed.
As I exit the bathroom, I try to move slowly and quietly in case Cheryl or my dad are lying in wait. Once I know the coast is clear, I throw on my clothes and go looking for my dad.
Turned out that all my dad wanted was to show me the cake they had gotten for Alexis and get my approval. Dinner passes quickly, everyone enjoying the food and cake. Alexis even looks delighted when we light the candles and sing to her. We”re incredibly off-key, but she”s smiling so big, it doesn”t matter. This is what birthdays are about, being surrounded by your loved ones, sharing meals and stories.
***
It’s late, everyone has gone to bed, but Alexis and I are still by the fire pit, snuggled under a blanket. I gave her not only the required foot rubs, but I also gave her a back rub. And no funny business.
It”s time for her present, but I”m suddenly very nervous about giving it to her. What if she hates it?
She yawns for the second time and begins her eye-rubbing routine. Every night as she gets sleepy, she rubs each eye twice. I don”t think she realizes she does it, but I find it fucking adorable. It”s the surefire way to know that she needs to go to bed.
So, I put on my big kid pants and grab her gift from under the deck lounger we’re on.
”This is for you, baby; happy birthday.”
”Jason, you didn”t have to get me anything! This whole weekend is plenty.” She says this while simultaneously ripping open the box, clearly eager to see what I got her. When she pulls the item out, she goes quiet and I immediately start to sweat.
I shift uncomfortably, wondering what the hell she”s thinking.
“It’s, uh, it’s all my short stories I’ve ever written. I had them bound. For you.” Shit, she still hasn’t said anything, and my insecurities over my writing are starting to invade. “If you don’t like it, I’ll just take it back. Maybe this was a dumb—“
One of her hands gently covers my mouth, stopping me from completing that sentence. She turns so that she”s straddling me, and I have a full view of her face. Tears are slipping from her eyes, and all at once, I”m alarmed and relieved.
”Jason. This is legitimately the best gift I have ever gotten. I don”t just like it. I love it. And if you try to take this back, I will cut off your dick.” I legit flinch at her threat, no one with a penis wants their junk cut off. Even if it’s an adorable brunette, who you love, doing it.
“Ok.” I smile shakily. “There are fifteen of them. Some are from high school, so don’t judge them too harshly.”
She clutches the book to her chest before leaning forward and pressing her lips to mine. The kiss is short and sweet, but it fills me with the warm fuzzies.
Any writer will tell you; it can be incredibly difficult to let someone read your work. It”s like taking a piece of your soul and handing it over. Even if it”s someone you love, maybe especially when it”s someone you love. At the moment, I”m equally excited and terrified of what she”ll think.
She yawns again, and I know it”s time to call it.
”Alright, sleepyhead. Let”s go to bed. We have our kayaking tour tomorrow, and you need to be well-rested.”
She doesn’t fight me as I stand up, pulling her with me. She then forces me to pick her up and carry her all the way to bed.
No complaints here. I love carrying her. Taking care of her.