Chapter 39
dirks
“I cannot believe I’m about to walk into my parents’ house—with my sister, her husband, my niece and nephew all there—wearing a fucking cum stain on my jeans.”
Luna was bent over, dabbing at my thigh with a napkin and some water from her bottle, but the dark spot wasn’t going anywhere. It had dripped there when she’d tried to tug my jeans back on after I came in her mouth.
“Change before we get there,” she said, trying not to smile.
“No,” Jer said from the back. “He’s walking in like that.”
Dammit. This was the downfall of being a sub for these two—every so often, I got caught between their games. I glanced over at Luna, and she just gave me a helpless shrug.
“Sir says what Sir wants.”
“Ugh,” I groaned, unbuckling. I opened the door, grabbed my coat from the back, then walked around to her side. “Come on, Luna girl.”
“This is fun,” she said, standing up and buttoning her yellow sweater back up over those perfect tits.
Yeah—fun for her. My poor mother would never expect me to walk in with a free spirit on my arm . . . especially if they had any idea what had gone down in the truck over the last twenty minutes.
Hell, if they’d been watching from the driveway, my entire family would’ve gotten a front-row show.
Luna was climbing out now with her sweater still gaping, tits spilling out as she adjusted herself—the same tits that had been bouncing in Jeremy’s face while she straddled him in the back seat all the way up the last stretch.
He’d kept her there, grinding on him, edging her the whole time. Drawing it out, making her squirm, refusing to let her come until the tires rolled over the gravel of my parents’ driveway.
She was flushed and restless, wound so tight she might combust, and I was standing here with a cum stain on my jeans and the image of her moaning, begging him for release, burned so deep into my brain.
We made our way up the walkway, Luna’s arm looped through mine while Jeremy followed a few steps behind, hands shoved in his coat pockets like he hadn’t had her riding him for twenty minutes straight.
“If your mom only knew how deep your cock was buried—”
The door swung open.
“—in my mouth,” she finished, a wicked smirk curling her lips.
Of course, there stood my mother. Hair perfectly blow-dried, sweater dress hugging her frame, eyes going wide, telling me she’d heard every goddamn word.
For half a second, no one moved.
Luna’s smirk only grew, and I did the only thing I could—stepped forward, scooped my mom into a hug, and held her there before she could open her mouth.
“Hi, Mama,” I whispered.
If I sounded sweet enough, she’d hopefully forget the fact that her future daughter-in-law implied she’d gotten railed in the driveway.
“Hi,” Luna said sweetly.
My mom’s eyes lit up, and she reached out to cup Luna’s cheek. “Oh, hi, sweetheart—you’re the girl my boy keeps yammering on about.”
“That I am.”
When she stepped aside, I glanced back toward the porch. Jeremy was still out there, hands in his pockets.
“Hey, Mama,” I said, motioning him forward. “This is Jeremy—he’s a friend of mine, too.”
Jeremy offered her a polite smile, and she surprised him by pulling him right into a hug. “Nice to meet you. I like your tattoos,” she said, her gaze flicking over his arms.
“Thanks, ma’am,” he mumbled, a little thrown off.
“Come on in, all of you,” Mom said, stepping aside. “Oh, Dirks, I made your favorite.”
I groaned. “No, Mama. I told you, it’s not—”
“What is it?” Luna cut in, curiosity written all over her face.
I sighed. “It’s a Midwest delicacy . . . ”
“Frog eye salad,” Mom announced proudly.
Jeremy snorted behind me, and I turned, shooting him a look that said Don’t start. He held up his hands in mock surrender.
Mom turned back to Luna like she was revealing a family secret. “It’s pasta, fruit, whipped cream, marshmallows . . . and tapioca.”
Luna blinked, forcing a smile. “Oh wow. That’s . . . unique.”
Dani walked out next, her husband Tom trailing behind with their two kids in tow, Carter and Chloe, the very picture of a polished, small-town, Midwest family entrance.
“Hi,” Chloe, the four-year-old, said shyly to Luna before her eyes lit up. “I love your outfit!”
Luna grinned and gave a little twirl so her yellow sweater flared with her skirt. “Thanks, sweetheart.”
Chloe’s attention darted to Jeremy, and her whole face lit up like she’d spotted Santa Claus. “Wow, I love your tattoos. It’s like a coloring book!”
“Thanks,” he grumbled.
I smirked and clapped him on the back. “Come on, man,” I said under my breath, nodding toward the inside of the house. “Let’s get you to the table before she asks if you glow in the dark.”
He muttered, “I hate kids,” but followed me anyway.