21. David #2
“Okay, Jesus.” I get up. Things were going good with Scott. I could’ve used a few more minutes. But maybe it’s better in short spurts like this. There’s a chance I would’ve said something sarcastic or rude if we kept talking. Or worse, I would have started trying to impress him.
I head into the kitchen, assuming that strings of lights will be easy to locate.
But I come up short.
Suddenly, Charlie’s insistence that I help with the project makes sense.
“Hi,” Mia says with a big smile.
It’s just her and me in the kitchen.
Okay, but I’m still going to get him back for the “She’s very hands-on for a librarian”.
“Hi.” I cross the floor to where she’s standing, crowding close.
The window to my right over the sink looks out over the backyard and if anyone looks in the window, they could see us standing close together. We need to be careful here. But this is the first time I’ve had a chance to really talk to her.
We’ve been exchanging glances across the yard. She gave me a cheeky grin when I first arrived, and I did pass close to her and let my hand brush over her ass at one point when we were all dishing up food from my mother’s enormous buffet.
But otherwise, as far as anyone at this party knows, we are just like always—we barely know each other and have no reason to really talk.
“Charlie sent me in here to find lights.”
She holds up her hand, strings of lights dangling from her fingers. “These lights?”
“I don’t care,” I put my hand on the front of her throat and start walking her backward. When her back hits the fridge, we are out of line of sight of the window.
“You look amazing,” I tell her. “And I have been thinking about what cake frosting would taste like licked off your clit since the moment I arrived.”
She sucks in a little breath. “That’s interesting because I’ve been thinking about what cake icing would taste like sucked off your cock since you walked in.”
I cover her mouth with mine, kissing her deep and hot.
It can’t be long, but I fully taste her before lifting my head.
“I want you to walk around the rest of this party, thinking about exactly that. And the fact that I am going to swipe a cupcake on my way out of here, and you will be seeing that cupcake again later. For a few seconds at least before I dip it down between your pretty legs, paint it over your gorgeous pussy, and then spend the next several minutes making us both very, very happy.”
She shivers but gives me a big smile. “There’s no chance we can sneak up to your childhood bedroom right now, is there?” Her gaze flickers to something just beyond my shoulder.
I glance over and see extra cupcakes sitting on the counter.
The question is flirty and a little dirty, and I love it.
But something strange happens. I feel like she reached in, wrapped her sweet hand around my heart, and squeezed.
I am suddenly filled with soft emotions, affection, and delight, and probably, if it wasn’t too fucking fast and too damn easy, I’d call it love.
I can imagine pulling her up to my room. I can imagine spending the night in that room with her so we can wake up with the family on Christmas morning. I can imagine tucking our kids into bed in that room when they come to spend the night with Grandma and Grandpa.
Of course, all of that will be after we finish fostering the eight cats that are up there right now.
“Not today,” I tell her. “But after everyone knows we’re together, and we’re here for Thanksgiving or Christmas or someone else’s birthday, I am absolutely taking you upstairs, locking that door, throwing you on my childhood bed, and finding out if you can stay quiet while I eat your pretty pussy.”
She’s breathing fast by the time I finish, and I realize that it all hit her the same way it hit me when she says, “Thanksgiving or Christmas?”
I nod. “Maybe even Thanksgiving and Christmas.”
The front door of the house opens and closes, and I step back quickly. She moves away from the fridge, spinning quickly and opening it, bending over as if she’s searching for something. I move to lean back against the counter.
“And all he has is ten, can you believe that?” I ask.
“Only ten? That’s crazy,” she says, as her mother walks into the room.
“Oh, here you are.” Peyton looks from Mia to me. “What are you doing?”
“Just getting David a soda,” she says, straightening from the fridge and handing me an orange soda I absolutely don’t want.
I hate orange soda. I still pop the top and take a long drink. “Thanks.”
Peyton narrows her eyes and watches as Mia swings the door to the fridge shut.
“David couldn’t come in and get his own soda from his mother’s refrigerator?” she asks.
“Well, I was already in here and closer to the fridge, and he asked if I’d grab him one,” Mia says.
It’s actually impressive and possibly concerning how quickly and easily that lie rolls off her tongue.
“Why are you in the kitchen?”
Mia holds up the lights. “I’m helping Charlie put up the twinkle lights for the girls' movie night. He sent me in here to find them.”
Peyton crosses her arms. “The lights that Delaney swore she already took outside and had on the picnic table with the big sheet that they’re going to hang up for the screen?”
Mia shrugs. “I don’t know. Charlie sent me in here and here they were.”
Peyton suddenly bursts out laughing. “Okay, I realize that your dad is terrible about telling when you’re lying to him, which still to this day absolutely amazes me, but you guys are gonna have to work on that if you’re not going to tell him.”
Mia straightens and looks at me. My eyes are wide as I look from her back to Peyton.
Peyton rolls her eyes. “Seriously? I mean okay, I have an advantage because I read about the deer stand and the camping with the twinkle lights.” She looks at me. “That sounded really romantic by the way.”
I frown and look at Mia. “Read about it?”
Mia groans. “My mom reads my fanfiction.”
I straighten away from the counter. Oh…shit.
“I actually just thought she was writing some wishes ,” Peyton says.
“Mom!”
“Until I read the four-wheeler one. I skimmed it, by the way, when I realized it really was you.”
Mia groans. “You found that story? Mom. How do you keep doing this?”
“Doing what?” I ask.
Peyton grins. “She started a whole new story. It’s still set in the same world, but it’s outside the sex club. It’s a whole new couple. They’ve interestingly known each other since childhood. And they’ve had hot, dirty sex in a deer stand, and in the back of a pickup. With twinkle lights.”
I shake my head. “There are more stories? And that didn’t happen.” I look at Mia.
“Stuff happened,” she protests.
“Not hot, dirty sex.”
“It was pretty hot on my end,” Mia says.
“But we didn’t do anything in the deer stand.”
“Okay that…” Mia trails off, then says. “I took artistic freedom with both. It was more what I imagined or wanted or fantasized about what could’ve happened in both those places.”
Peyton is just listening, grinning widely.
I groan and run a hand over my face. “This is your mom .”
“I love her stuff. I think she needs to submit it to a publisher and see if they’ll buy it.”
“I started a new username and wrote that story completely separately from what I usually write. You weren’t supposed to find it or know it was me.”
“Please. I love that whole fanfiction world, and have things set up so I get notifications for anyone publishing there. And your writing style is very distinctive. Plus, a deer stand and the back of a pickup sounded like something you’d like to try. The four-wheeler did surprise me, though.”
I look at Mia. “I think I’m gonna need your new username.”
And I realize that I will very much like watching this woman blush for the rest of my life.
“Anyway,” Peyton says. “You guys are gonna have to be a little less obvious if you don’t want Scott to find out.”
Now Mia looks a little chagrined. “I don’t like keeping it from him, but?—”
Peyton holds up both hands. “I get it. You have your reasons. I do think you need to tell him. He would appreciate hearing about it rather than just finding out or suspecting it. He always thinks you’re sweet and telling him the truth,” Peyton says to Mia.
“But eventually, he’s going to get suspicious. He is a very good cop.”
“We’ve been talking about it.”
“I’m glad to hear that. It seemed to me, judging from the fanfiction, that you guys didn’t have a lot of time to be doing anything like talking.” Then she gives us a wink and turns and walks out of the kitchen.
And I realize I’m also going to really enjoy having her as a mother-in-law.
And then I realize that that thought should have sent shockwaves through my system. I should at least be appalled or amazed that it occurred to me so easily. But as I look over at Mia, I realize that no. I’m not amazed or appalled.
This has happened fast. But it feels right, and I’m tired of just making this up as we go along. I want this to be real.
“Sorry about that,” Mia says before I can say anything.
“Sorry that your mom just outed your extra dirty fanfiction or sorry that you haven’t told me about it yet?”
She wrinkles her nose and looks absolutely edible. “Sorry about all of that?”
“New username,” I say firmly.
“Mia H.”
I bark out a laugh. “No way.”
She nods. “I kind of thought that maybe people would think it was too obvious. That there is no way I would actually use my real name, so they would never think it was me.”
I shake my head and say, “I really like you, Mia H.”
She looks surprised but pleased. “I really like you, too.
“I hate that I can’t kiss you more right now.”
“Me too.”
“We’ll fix that. Soon.”
She nods. “Yes.”
“But if you come over tonight, I’ll kiss you a lot.”
She grins. “Where?”
“All over, sweet girl. All fucking over.”
She smiles and turns to leave the kitchen but pauses in the doorway and glances back.
“Maybe you should grab two cupcakes on your way out of the party. We wouldn’t want to run out of icing.”
I watch her sweet ass sashay out my mother’s front door.
And make a note to grab three cupcakes.