by Piper, M.
“Nico,” I say. “Nice to meet you.”
“We’re burning dry time here, people,” Lincoln yells from the back of the U-Haul. “Rain’s comin’ and I’m not unloading this fucker in the rain.”
Ford glances at Lincoln then over to me.
“Luigi!” he yells, walking over and hugging me. “And you connected that shit!” He rubs the scruff on my face and I roll my eyes.
I didn’t mean to connect it. It’s just been a few days since the last time I’ve cared to shave. I can’t say I’ve been in the best of moods lately and energy to do shit like shaving is null.
Ford takes off towards Lincoln and Reagan smiles at Mackenzie.
“Where’s Wren?”
“Working,” Mackenzie smiles. “She booked her first big show at the gallery downtown. Been working nonstop to get the paintings just perfect.”
“Oh my God that’s amazing! When’s the show?” Reagan asks, linking arms with Mackenzie.
“Few months still. You have to come,” she blurts and Reagan laughs.
Goddamn I love that laugh. It’s real. I’m happy that Reagan’s got her family and friends here, but I feel like an absolute outsider.
I follow everyone’s lead, letting the girls start to grab some of the smaller boxes while the three of us guys grab the heavier shit. Lincoln’s definitely the more serious of the two brothers, but throughout the day I feel like I’ve gotten to know both of them pretty well and can hold my own against Ford’s crazy ways.
“Mom’s expecting everyone over for dinner,” Ford says, pulling his phone out. “In an hour.”
“We’ve been moving and unpacking all day,” Reagan whines. “I’m gross. And I need to get clean before I go over there.” She glances out at the truck. “It’s empty, right?”
“Yep,” I say, nodding. “You’re officially all moved in, Ten.” I grin and I hear Lincoln walk up behind us.
“Ten?” he asks.
“Don’t ask,” Ford blurts. “You don’t want to know.” He fake gags and I laugh.
The gang heads out shortly after to go home and get cleaned up for dinner and when the front door closes and it’s just the two of us, I let out a sigh.
“My God, your family’s busy,” I say, chuckling and falling to the couch that’s in the middle of what’s supposed to be Regan’s dining room. I’m absolutely exhausted and if it weren’t for the promise of one of Reagan’s mom’s home cooked meals, I wouldn’t be leaving this apartment tonight.
“Just wait till tonight. There’s more kids than I can count,” she says, grinning and walking over to me, straddling my legs as she sits on my lap.
“Do we like kids?” I ask, pushing the hair out of her face.
“We like these kids,” she says, nodding.
“Good, good,” I whisper, looking into her eyes. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
“I’m not,” she says, wiping her hands down her face. “I’m sweaty. Gross. I stink.”
She giggles when I push my fingers into her sides, then sighs and rests her forehead on mine. “Thank you for helping today,” she says, her hands on my shoulders.
“Thank you for letting me. I’m going to miss you, Ten.” I mentally punch myself for saying it again. I don’t want her to feel bad for moving. I want her happy for this. This is good for her.
“Well, we have an hour before we have to be at my parents’.” She bites her lip and grins at me. “We can christen the shower.”
“Fuck yes, I like that idea,” I growl, standing from the couch and carrying her with me, hands gripping her ass firmly as I start to move. “Where the fuck’s the bathroom?” I ask, pacing around the damn apartment. How the hell did she find one so big? She laughs and waves her hand to the left.
“Somewhere that way,” she says, laughing in a haze of lust as I grip her ass and hold her against me tighter, letting her feel my erection against her core.
It’s a race to strip away all the layers of the day and as the water warms up, her nipples bead and I dip my head, flicking my tongue around them.
She squeaks and laughs when she almost slips, but I hook my arms under hers and lift, pushing her against the shower wall.
“This isn’t getting clean,” she whispers, then gasps when I push into her in one solid thrust. Her legs wrap tightly around me and her hands grab for something to help hold her up as I pump into her.
“Gotta,” I grunt, “get dirty first,” I pant out, fucking her harder and faster.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, slapping her hand to my back when she wraps an arm around me. The water’s warmed up and steam starts to billow around us. Her pussy’s tight as fuck and she’s making noises I’ve only ever heard in porn. The good ones, too. Not those fucking lame, low budget ones.
“Fuck, your pussy’s too good, Ten,” I huff, slamming my lips to hers. She moans and arches into every thrust, her breathing becoming erratic and her pussy starts clenching around me. I grunt, pumping into her until she starts to cry out and her pussy clenches so tight around me I almost blow my load inside her, but I pull out and set her on her feet, pushing my hand between her legs to feel how wet she is.
“Oh God,” she groans, then starts to laugh as I rub her sensitive clit. Her hooded eyes hit mine and she smirks, then drops to her knees right there in the shower. The water cascading down her body, down my body, mixing together when her lips wrap around my dick and she damn near swallows me.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, resting a hand on the wall to steady myself. “I’m not gonna last like that, Ten,” I rasp. Her head bobs and every time her mouth retreats back her hand follows it, making constant contact and sending waves of energy flowing through my body. “God,” I grunt. “I’m gonna come, Ten,” I huff, making her speed up until I’m squirting my release down the back of her throat and she’s humming as she swallows it down.
“Delicious,” she hums, standing and wiping her lips as she smiles at me. “We’re going to be late,” she whispers, whipping around and getting to work to finish the shower while I try to catch my breath.
“Do I look okay for this? Are you sure we aren’t supposed to dress up for this shit? Why are you wearing yoga pants?” I’m shuffling through my bag with about two minutes left until we have to be at her parents’ house and I’m too nervous to think straight. “Ten!” I blurt, glancing up to see her standing in the doorway of her bedroom, trying not to laugh.
“You’re adorable, you know that?” She says, popping a carrot into her mouth. “I needed an after sex snack. You want one?” She holds one out for me and my eyes go wide.
“We’re late. This is a horrible first impression. And you’re not dressed yet.”
“Whoa there, Nancy. Calm down. This isn’t a fancy dinner. This is just like any other family dinner,” she says and walks over to me and shuts my suitcase. “So we’re good to go whenever you’re ready.”
“Forgive me, I’ve never had a family dinner night like this before,” I grumble nervously. I don’t like being late and I don’t like being nervous about the unknown.
“Hey,” she says, taking my hand in her hands and I immediately calm down. “It’s okay. You’ve met the hardest part of my family. Lincoln. If you can get past the old protector, you can get past my parents. They’re going to love you.” She presses her lips to mine and I relax a little more, cupping the back of her head with my hand.
“Your brother wasn’t so bad,” I say, nudging her nose with mine and trying to remember every little thing about her before I leave at the end of the weekend. “They’re just looking out for you. I mean, you’ve said yourself that you’ve had a pretty shitty dating life. I’m sure they’re just worried, that’s all.”
“They’d worry about my hair turning grey if I didn’t keep my life interesting for them. I swear, sometimes having two older brothers really put a wrench in my sex life.”
“You love them though,” I say, following her out the front door.
“I do.” She locks the door and we head t
o her car.
The drive is quiet. She takes my hand the minute the car starts and gives it a reassuring squeeze. She can tell I’m nervous and it makes me mad. I shouldn’t be nervous over something like this. It’s just parents. And family. And meeting them all right before I leave her here to go back home. Without her.
Fuck.
“Here we are,” Reagan says, pulling to a stop in front of a large brick house. I glance around and can’t help but grin at how tidy and perfect her parents’ neighborhood is.
“Did you grow up here?” I ask, glancing over at her.
“Yep,” she says, sighing. “Moved out when I moved to Chicago. Have only been back a handful of times since.”
“This explains a lot,” I mumble to myself when we both move to get out of the car. She was raised upper class by the looks of it and she probably never wanted for anything in her life. The need to make her own way makes complete sense now.
“My parents are excited to meet you, so I’m apologizing right now if they come on too strong,” she says, gripping my hand tight and walking up to the front door that swings open before we even make it to the porch.
“My girl’s home!” Reagan’s mom emerges from the house, arms open wide, and rushes her, wrapping her in a tight embrace. I shove my hands into my pockets and give them a moment. Out the front door walks Ford and Lincoln, followed by a boy that’s about half Lincoln’s height and a spitting image of him.
“Luigi!” Ford says, walking around Reagan and patting me on the back. “They’re gonna be a while. Come on, I’ll get you a drink.” He pulls me inside and brings me straight to the kitchen bar where there are plenty of alcohol choices. “What’s your poison?”
I chuckle. “Rum and coke?” I ask, earning a nod from him.
“Good choice. Used to be a go to drink for me.”
“Used to?”
“I don’t drink, man.” He smiles at me and hands me a glass. “Drink up, Luigi. You’re gonna need it.”
The minute his words finish a screaming starts, and thunderous footsteps run through the house and Ford laughs.
“That’s my assholes,” he says, patting my back and stepping aside as two small kids come running through the house. Really fucking small. Followed by the boy who was out on the porch when we got here.
I laugh and sip my drink while I try to keep out of everyone’s way, eyes wide at how insane this house is but it isn’t seeming to bother anyone. It’s alive and busting at the seams.
“You must be the new boyfriend. I’m Reagan’s old man,” a man says, walking into the room. It’s uncanny how much this family looks alike.
“Yes, sir, Nico D’ Angeli. Nice to meet you. Your home is amazing, Mr. West.”
“Please. Call me Morris. Mr. West was my father.”
I let out a nervous laugh and mentally kick myself for sounding so nervous. I’m a grown man, I shouldn’t get so nervous meeting the girlfriend’s family.
“So Reagan tells me you met at a work function? What is it you do?”
“My uncle was her old boss,” I say, uncertain what type of work function she told them she was at. I’m quickly learning she wasn’t completely upfront with her family about her life in Chicago.
“Ah, I see,” he says, nodding. “You work at the bar, too?”
“No sir. I’m a pharmaceutical rep. I travel the Midwest region selling prescription drugs for my company.”
Her dad’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
“Decent job. Respectable. Who do you work for?”
“Johnson and Steele, sir.” God, it feels good to feel proud of a job. A job I earned without any influence from my uncle or family members.
“I’ve heard of them. Very nice.” He looks at me curiously. “Let’s go see what the women are up to. They’re being too quiet.”
He pats my back and I follow him, feeling like I just passed a very important test. As we walk into the living room the girls emerge from the hallway, laughing and talking.
“My parents turned my room into a hot box for weed,” Reagan says and everyone bursts out laughing.
“It’s a greenhouse!” Her mom yells. “We don’t grow illegal things here!”
“I’d buy it,” I hear Ford mumble on his way through the room and his dad scoffs.
“Ladies, it’s about time to eat if you’re finished gossiping.”
“We had to show Reag what they did to her room, Dad,” a girl I haven’t met yet says and I watch her glance at me then over to Reagan. “You gonna introduce us to the flavor of the month?” she says and my eyebrows shoot up.
“Jesus, Wren,” Reagan blurts, shaking her head. “He’s been the flavor for a while now, thank you very much.” She grins and winks at me and I smile back, though this whole ‘Reagan having a ton of boyfriends’ is starting to be a little unsettling.
Why can’t this girl keep a guy around? The thought that maybe she’s just not into the whole ‘love’ and relationship thing crosses my mind, but that’s not her. She wants this.
Right?
I swipe my palms on my jeans, watching Reagan roll her eyes and walking over to me. I don’t want to become one of those boyfriends on her list of failed attempts. I want to be it, I think. I’d rather not be another notch or flavor.
“Wren,” Reagan says, taking my clammy hand. Her eyes crease briefly at me and she gives my hand a gentle squeeze. “This is Nico. Nico, my sister in law, Wren. She married the old cranky one.”
“Ah, Lincoln’s wife,” I say, nodding and laughing when everyone else in the room starts laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Lincoln walks in and looks at everyone and Wren’s trying not to laugh at the expense of her husband.
“You’re old and cranky,” Mackenzie blurts, laughing.
“I’m not cranky,” Lincoln says, eyebrows creasing together.
“We know, babe. It’s fine.” Wren walks over and pats his cheek. “You’re just serious. Stressed.”
“Sexy,” he says, grinning down at her and wrapping his arm around her, grabbing her ass.
“Gross,” Reagan fake gags and pulls me out of the room. “Sorry it’s so intense. I was hoping we’d get here before everyone else did so it wouldn’t be like this.”
“We were late for a very…delicious…reason,” I whisper to her, leaning in to smell her.
“Break it up!” Ford yells, coming in. “We’re eating!”
“Food!” The kid next to Ford yells and I smile, nodding at him.
“Yours?” I ask Ford.
“Fuck no,” he blurts laughing, and Reagan’s face lights up.
“Swear jar!” she yells, clapping and high-fiving the boy. Ford bitches, but doesn’t fight it as he pulls his wallet out and pulls out a $5 bill. The boy takes it with a smile on his face.
“Thanks Uncle Ford. I’ll bring it to the jar for you.” He walks away with the money and Ford glares at Reagan.
“You can go back to Chicago now.”
“You missed me.”
“Guys, who does that kid belong to?” I ask, still confused. “This family’s too big, guys. It’s not normal.”
They laugh and Ford wraps his arm around my shoulder and walks me into the dining room where everyone is starting to settle down into their spots. He starts pointing everyone out and I try my hardest to remember names to faces.
“That’s Lincoln as you know with Wren, his wife, and Carter their boy and the baby is Grant.”
“Keeping up with the presidential names, I see,” I say, chuckling and Ford nods.
“Yep. That’s my beauty Mackenzie, who you already know, over there with the twins Kennedy and Franklin. Again, you see the pattern.” He points to his parents. “That’s Mom and Dad. And the empty spot is for the old lady. But she’s not here, she’s out hiking with some friends.”
“Old lady?”
“Our grandma,” Reagan says, walking past us and taking my hand. “She’s a wild card.”
“Your family is huge. And happy,” I say,
walking to the table.
“Why shouldn’t they be? They’ve got love. Families. Kids.” She shrugs.
“Do you want those things?” I blurt, regretting it when the table automatically falls silent and all eyes are on Reagan. I squeeze my eyes closed and shake my head. “Never mind. Sorry.”
“She doesn’t,” Lincoln finally says, breaking the silence. “I mean, sure everyone wants to be loved. But ever since Reag was a kid she’s been firm on never wanting kids.”
“That a deal breaker?” she asks, wincing. Her face scrunching up and that cute dimple makes another appearance.
“Not at all,” I whisper, sitting down next to her. And even if it were, I’m not starting it right here. That’s not a conversation for us to have with her whole family watching.
Fuck, I wasn’t even aware we were that serious. And I don’t know why I asked that.
Yes I do.
I don’t want to accept it, but I’m in love with the girl.
Simple as that.
When we finally make it back to her place I’m tired from the busy day but it’s been forever since I touched my girl. She pulls her shirt over her head and unhooks her bra as she walks into her bedroom, dropping her clothes on the floor as she goes
“Fuck, Ten,” I groan, following her to her room.
Her head flips back around and she smirks at me, giving her ass another quick shake.
“Sorry, does that bother you?” she does it again and I rub my hardening dick.
“Only makes these pants really fucking uncomfortable,” I say, eyeing her as she moves to the bed.
She crawls on all fours when she gets on the bed, my eyes fall between her legs and focus on the one thing I want most right now. The only thing between me and her pussy is a small wisp of fabric from her thong. She bites her lip and shakes her ass at me again.
“You gonna do something about it?” She reaches between her legs and moans, her eyes squeezing closed as she rubs her finger down the fabric of her thong and I lose it. My clothes practically melt to the floor and the bed dips when I kneel on it behind her.
“Fuck, Ten,” I whisper, dipping my head and kissing each ass cheek. “I’m going to miss this,” I murmur as my hands make large circles on her soft skin.
