18. Mia
MIA
The feel of his hot, insistent mouth sucking on my nipple sends shocks of heat and lust through my body. My clit is aching, and as if he can read my mind, his thumb finds the sensitive nub, pressing and circling with the perfect amount of pressure. I whimper against his mouth.
“Lift up. Use the handlebars.”
I do as I’m told. As always.
I use the handlebars behind me to lift my body, and he growls in approval.
“Good girl.”
He rewards me by sliding two thick fingers into my pussy.
We’ve never fucked outside of the sex club and the fact that we are not role-playing tonight makes all of this even hotter.
I had wondered about sex on a four-wheeler, and it turns out that it is just as hot—and possible—as I’d hoped.
The back kitchen door slams, and I jump and look up quickly. Between my headphones and being lost in my writing, I’m mostly oblivious to the sounds around me, including my mother banging pots and pans as she cooks and humming along to whatever music is playing in her head.
But my dad just slammed the door hard enough that I could hear it through my headphones.
I watch as he crosses the kitchen to my mom and pulls her into his arms. She grins up at him and says something I can’t hear. He nods, then lowers his mouth, kissing her.
My parents are extremely affectionate people, still clearly madly in love after all of these years, and they never try to hide or curtail the PDA even when their kids are around.
My dad’s hands drop to my mom’s ass and I can see her say something against his mouth.
He chuckles, then pulls back, looking down at her the way every woman should want and expect the man she spends her life with to look at her.
Then my dad grasps my mom’s waist and hoists her up onto the counter, stepping between her knees. She laughs, and then he’s in front of her, his back to me, blocking my view of her and what exactly they’re doing.
Yes, they are clearly in love, and I don’t expect them to hide their affection, but I’ve seen part of this show before. I need to stop it before it goes too far.
I pull my headphones off and say, “Daughter in the room.”
Without missing a beat or even looking over at me, my dad says, “You could fix that.”
I laugh. “You two are so gross,” I tease.
I absolutely do not mean that. My parents’ love, affection, and yes, even their passion, have been a great source of comfort for me throughout the years I’ve lived with them.
Do I want to see my parents making out? Not especially.
However, the fact that they are so open and honest about their feelings has always made me feel incredibly secure.
They don’t hide how they feel about anything—each other, their work, this town, the causes that matter to them, and yes, me.
Their ability to love out loud has always extended to me, and so when they get a little frisky in the kitchen, it honestly just makes me smile.
“Well, at least don’t make her burn dinner. It’s one of my favorites,” I say, making absolutely no move to give them any privacy.
“What are we having?” he asks.
“Parmesan spinach pasta,” Mom answers.
Dad quickly steps back, holding up his hands. “I definitely don’t want you to burn that.”
Mom laughs and slides off the counter. “Okay, but rain check on what we just had going here.”
He shoots her a grin, then slaps her on the ass. “You know it.”
I look down at the screen on my computer. Is it any wonder I feel totally comfortable sitting at the kitchen table writing a sex scene while my mother is in the room cooking dinner?
Dad smiles at me. “I’m glad you’re here tonight. I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while.”
I do close my laptop, though, as he crosses to the table to join me. My dad doesn’t need to read this.
“Yeah, I’ve been kind of busy. Had some stuff going on the last few evenings.
” I almost grimace. I’m not lying to him.
And there are no laws that require me to tell my father everything I do, every minute of the day.
However, I’m purposefully not giving him details, and I hope he doesn’t ask, because it involves David.
I really want my dad and my boyfriend to get along.
To even like each other. No, even more than that.
I want them to respect each other, admire one another, and even develop a level of affection for each other.
My family is very close, and we’ve been through a lot.
I never want our closeness or how easy and comfortable we are together to change.
“What have you been up to?” He drops into the kitchen chair perpendicular to mine.
“Well, I helped Jack Bennett with some birthday party planning for one of his daughters.”
“That’s nice,” Dad says, though he does look a little surprised. “Are you and Jack…”
For a second, I’m confused why he would even ask, but then I realize that maybe that sounds like something a girlfriend would do rather than a librarian’s task.
And fair enough, it probably is.
“Jack came into the library looking for ideas and resources for how to do manicures and a spa day theme,” I explain.
“Oh, you should’ve asked Sloan to help,” Mom says, leaning against the counter now that she’s slid the pasta bake into the oven.
“I did actually. We both went out there.”
“That’s so nice.” Mom smiles. “Jack needs all the friends he can get. I still can’t believe everything he’s been through.”
I nod. “I know. It’s heartbreaking. But they seem to be doing okay.
They have Tucker and Delaney, of course, and then…
” I hesitate and then kick myself mentally.
Don’t hesitate. Don’t draw extra attention to the discussion about Jack’s brothers.
“He’s also got his brothers. Charlie and David have been very supportive. ”
Very good. I didn’t even trip over David’s name.
“They’re a great family,” my mom agrees.
“Those boys have always been close,” my dad adds. He looks over at my mom. “Speaking of David Bennett.”
My heart flips over so fast, I swear I get a little lightheaded. I then hold my breath, which doesn’t help.
“Oh no, what happened?” my mom asks, her tone indicating that it isn’t entirely uncommon for her to hear about David from my dad.
“He showed up at the site for the new pavilion today,” Dad tells her.
I'm aware of the pavilion project because my mom and dad have discussed it frequently. My dad’s excited to tear down the old picnic structure where kids like to hang out to drink and smoke. I’ve seen the plans for the new pavilion, and it’s amazing.
But this sounds like David’s involvement is new.
“David’s really handy,” I say, then quickly add, “Right? I assume all the Bennett boys are.”
Okay, decent save. But their mom does a ton of renovating and building. No, not huge park pavilion structures, but I’ll bet Delaney could if she wanted to.
“And he’s a guy who wears a uniform around here like the rest of you,” I point out. I know the rest of the men involved in the community service project are cops, firefighters, and EMTs, and there are even a couple of National Guardsmen helping.
“Yeah, it makes sense,” my dad says with a heavy sigh. “And I’ve been thinking I needed to call him anyway. But I’ve been putting it off because I knew it would be a pain in the ass.”
Okay, yes, David hasn’t been involved before now.
I fight the urge to frown at my dad’s clear exasperation.
My mom chuckles at my dad’s evident annoyance, and he shoots her a frown.
She holds up her hands. “Oh, come on, you and David butt heads because you are so much alike.”
Dad rolls his eyes.
“Are they?” I ask, risking the conversation about David deepening and having something show in my face or voice.
My mom’s eyes widen as if this is the most obvious thing in the world, and she nods. “Not just the uniform thing either. They’re both super protective, absolute rule followers, perfectionists, and stubborn as hell.”
I think about all of that and realize she’s spot on.
“They would do anything for this town and the people in it,” my mom continues. “They love Sapphire Falls, and sleep, breathe, and eat ways to make it better every day.”
I also think about that. She’s right, and I feel a little pang in my heart thinking about how David feels like my dad has kept him from doing more of that.
“So why were you frustrated that David showed up today?” I ask my dad.
Hey, we’re just having a conversation here, and the topic of the conversation right now is David. It’s not weird or giving anything away that I ask further questions about him.
I hope.
Dad sighs again. “The new pavilion is going to be much larger than the picnic space we’re pulling out. It’s going to impact the area around it. Some cats, some bees, stuff like that.”
Dad doesn’t have to say anything more. I already know that David’s annoyed. He doesn’t like disruption like that.
Or really any disruption to his normal life and the way he thinks things should be.
“And David doesn’t think you should do it?” I ask anyway.
Dad is quiet for a moment, then says, “It’s not that.
He just wants us to approach it differently.
Take our time. Get everything moved before we start pounding and digging.
And I should’ve called him about a month ago and asked for his help doing that.
But I didn’t. I mean, I didn’t even call him today.
He just showed up. I am assuming he found out about the project from Delaney and Tucker. ”
“So now he can’t help? There’s not enough time?” I ask.
“He can help. He can move the animals safely and effectively. Or he can just help with the building. He said he’d do it either way and it was my call.”
My brows arch. “So, that’s good. He’s letting you be in charge.”