“Will you two fuck off before I kill one of you?”
My giggles turn into full-blown laughter as I tug Jeremy down the hall to my bedroom. I manage to shout, “Get a room,” before shutting the door behind us.
“I don’t think I would have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.”
I stare at the door for a moment before turning around and giggling again. “Why the hell did they decide to do it on the couch of all places?”
Jeremy shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe they just got caught up in the moment.” He stalks toward me. “You know how it is.”
His eyes are hooded with lust, making my pulse quicken and desire to pool between my legs. It only takes one look. One long, lingering, heated look and I’m a puddle of goo.
He takes slow, measured strides toward me and I match them going back until my foot hits the door behind me. Once there, he leans down, and within another second his warm lips are on mine, coaxing my mouth open to meet his. As he’s kissing me, he’s already undoing my jeans and sliding them down past my hips. He breaks away, but only so he can take my UGG boots off and slide my jeans and panties past my feet. Once discarded, he stays kneeling at my feet, running his hands up from my calves to the inside of my thighs before parting them. He leans forward, inhaling and groans out a sigh.
“Fucking perfect.” He looks up at me with those same hooded eyes. “And mine. All mine.” He leans forward again and I think he’s going to touch me there, so when I feel his tongue instead, my head hits the back of the door with a thud.
“Oh, fuck!” I hiss, grabbing a fistful of his hair.
He flicks his tongue over my clit once, twice, three times. My legs buckle and shake through the intensity. “Who does this pussy belong to?” He commands the answer. Not asks.
I never thought I would be into talk like this, but somehow when it comes from Jeremy, it makes my pussy clench with need. “You,” I say, with a shaky voice.
He swirls his tongue over my clit again, causing me to moan. “Who? I didn’t quite hear you, Caitlin.”
“You!” I scream, wanting his tongue back on me again.
He doesn’t disappoint. I watch as his head dips between my legs again and hiss out another moan of pleasure when his tongue hits my sweet spot. My head bangs back against the door again, but I don’t give a fuck. He’s giving it his all now, flicking his tongue furiously around my clit, so much so, my orgasm rips into me quicker than I expect.
Jeremy’s up from his position and within an instant he’s ripping at his belt, trying to get his jeans undone.
“How do you want this, baby? Hard and fast, or slow and steady?”
I may have only just orgasmed, but I’m still breathless and wanton. For the first time in my life, I surprise myself. “Hard and fast.”
He cocks one eyebrow. “Hard and fast it is then.” He points to the bed. “Bend over.”
I practically skip to the edge of the bed before bending over. Once there, I hear his zipper come undone and then the soft caress of his hand on both my cheeks.
“So. Fucking. Sexy,” he growls, making me push out my ass for him. “So eager too.”
“Please.”
For a moment, I’m shocked. Never have I ever begged for sex, but again, as always, it all seems natural with Jeremy.
Slowly, but surely, his cock slides into my opening. Bit by bit, he plunges deeper, careful as I’m still so tight from my orgasm.
“Fuck, Caitlin. You feel so good.” I hear the strain of his voice as he stretches me to accommodate him. “I won’t last long, baby, but I promise there will be another round after this.”
I don’t have time to answer because the very next minute, he’s grabbing my hips with both hands and plunging in deep over and over again. I hear our grunts, the slapping of skin on skin. My mind and body hum with each thrust he gives me. I don’t expect to come again, so when I feel it, I let it ride, knowing that Jeremy will follow soon after.
“Jeremy, I’m going to...”
And then I do. I explode around him, screaming his name over and over.
“Fuck! Caitlin!” he roars, stilling inside of me.
For a moment, we say nothing, too breathless to even speak.
“We have got to do that again.”
I laugh at the now running joke. “Okay.” I certainly have no complaints.
Soon after, there’s a thump at the wall, followed by Calvin’s voice. “Can you keep the fucking noise down, you two? We’re trying to sleep!”
“Trying to fuck, is more like it!” Jeremy shouts back, laughing.
I hear Stacey giggle, followed by moaning. Jeremy slides out of me, letting me turn. “Looks like we’re not getting any rest.”
Jeremy arches an eyebrow. “Who said anything about resting?” He lunges at me, wrestling me to the bed and causing me to scream. Once there, he spreads kisses all over my face before abruptly stopping. His fingers caress my cheek. “Before we leave tonight, I’m going to make love to you in every position imaginable.”
He certainly doesn’t disappoint.
I was on cloud nine by the time I reached my parents’ house. However, even with the amount of sex I’ve had today, I couldn’t quite calm my nerves by the time I knocked on their door.
Before the door opens, Caitlin gives my hand a reassuring squeeze. She can obviously feel my nerves. I smile my thanks before my dad answers the door.
“Jeremy, I’m so glad you came. Your grandmother’s decided to come for a surprise visit. Isn’t that wonderful?”
All the nerves I have wash away the moment my dad says the word wonderful. He never uses that word. Considering I once heard him call my nan the wicked witch of the west, I immediately know why.
“Hey, Caitlin, how are you? Come on in. The party’s just begun!”
I snigger at my dad’s demeanor. He’s definitely acting overly cheerful. We walk through the door to a chorus of voices greeting us. Everyone seems to be here, my parents, grandparents, Bells, and Derren. Straight away, I hug my grandparents, because I haven’t seen them in a couple of months. They still live in England, but they come out as often as they can.
My nan eyes me all over. “My God, you keep getting bigger and bigger every time I see you.” She smiles before turning her attention to Caitlin. I pull away and immediately take my rightful position back with Caitlin.
“Nan and Gramps, this is Caitlin. My girlfriend.”
Caitlin steps forward with a smile and I delight in thinking those same lips were around my cock not an hour ago.
“Nice to meet you.”
Gramps squints his eyes at her. “Didn’t you use to live around here?”
“Yes, I was neighbors with Jeremy. We used to go to school together.”
“And now you’re boyfriend/girlfriend?”
Her cheeks turn pink at the question. “Yes.”
“Much like our Tyler and Dean here.”
My grandmother stiffens, not liking that comment one bit. I can’t help but laugh. Even after all these years of being together, she still holds a grudge over my father.
“Yes, well,” my grandmother starts. “Let’s get in, shall we, and have some drinks.”
She walks off toward the kitchen and I hear my dad whisper to my mom, “I’m going to need a stiff one.”
Mom giggles before nudging him. “Behave.”
“Hi, Caitlin,” Bella sings, stepping toward us. “Are you two like dating now?”
Caitlin glances over at me before answering. “Yes.”
Bella nods, a smile creeping up on her lips. “Good. Maybe now Jez will be off my back about boys.”
I almost growl at the thought. “Not in a million years, Bells.”
She stiffens her posture, jutting out her chin. “Dad’s letting me go on a date this Friday.”
I laugh, because that’s just the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard. “Even if that were true, he wouldn’t let you go without at least me as chaperone.”
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ws her eyes and folds her arms in annoyance. She knows the drill without me having to say. “This is not seventeenth century England. I can go out on a date without a chaperone.”
“I don’t care about that. What I do care about is the welfare of my little sister.”
She rolls her eyes before turning her attention to Caitlin. “How do you put up with him?”
Caitlin smirks. “You know, you two should be glad you have each other.”
Isabella huffs at her statement. “If you had a brother like mine, I don’t think you’d say that.”
She shrugs. “You see, that’s the thing. I don’t have any brothers and sisters. I only wish I did if I had one that cared about me this much.”
That shut Bella’s mouth real quick. I smirk, because I know Caitlin’s got her. There’s not much she can argue about that.
“I suppose,” is all she says, knowing that the argument’s over pretty quickly.
When she storms off, I turn to her, taking her in my arms. “Thank you for that.”
She shrugs. “I’m only telling her the truth—although, I’m pretty sure I would have been as annoyed as her if I had a brother like you.”
I rear my head back in shock. “Excuse me? I’m not that bad.”
She rolls her eyes. “I dread to think what you’re going to be like if you ever have a daughter.”
I shudder at the thought. “I’d have her in a chastity belt until the age of twenty-one.”
“See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about.”
Before I have a chance to come back with a response, my mother ushers us into the kitchen for drinks and nibbles—as she calls it.
Once my dad fetches Caitlin and me a drink, my dad comes up to whisper to me. “Bella’s been on my case to go out with a boy this Friday night. Can you supervise?”
I smile, because I knew this was coming. “With pleasure.”
I look over at Bella, who’s sitting on one of the stools, scowling at me. I lift my drink in salute to her and laugh when she gives me the bird.
“Jez, Dad said we can go to the fair this Sunday. You wanna come?” Derren asks, eager for me to say yes.
I look over at Caitlin. “Will you come?”
She smiles. “Sure.”
I turn back to my little brother and ruffle his hair. “We’ll be there, buddy. You can ride with Caitlin and me to the fair, if you want.”
He practically jumps on the spot. “Yes!”
“What is it you want to tell us?” my mom asks, making me swallow with nerves. I knew they would be eager to hear my news. I just didn’t think it would be within seconds of eating a plate of chips and salsa.
I place my plate down, chewing on the rest of my food before I begin. Everyone’s silent now, waiting to hear what I have to say.
“Have you heard of Joe Maddox... ?”
“The famous boxing scout?” my dad asks. He knows all this stuff.
I nod. “He put me in touch with David McCalister. I met with him today and he wants to sign me up for a potential match in six months’ time.”
Silence.
That’s all there is for a moment. Shocked silence.
I’m about to say something—anything to get out of this awkwardness, when my dad says, “How did Joe Maddox find out about you?”
Oh, shit. I should have known he would ask that. Isabella smirks my way, knowing she now has the upper hand. I would roll my eyes if I wasn’t so fucking nervous about telling them my secret. I’m about to tell him when he says, “Is it those secret fights you’ve been having at the gym some Fridays?”
How the fuck does he know that?
“How... ?”
My dad laughs. “You seriously think you can hide things from me, then you have another thing coming. Fingers in pies, son. Remember.” He puts his finger to his nose and winks at me.
“Wait a minute,” my mom says, stepping forward. “You’ve been having secret boxing matches?” She then turns to my dad. “Why didn’t you tell me?!”
Uh-oh. Mom’s freaking mad. At least the attention’s off me for a moment.
My dad shrugs his shoulders. “I knew what our son was doing. I trusted he was making the right decisions.”
She waves her hands in the air. “Oh, by letting him fight—no doubt illegally, I might add, and not telling me?!”
“Typical,” my grandmother chimes in.
Oh, fuck. This is going well.
“Mom, can you please keep out of this,” my mom responds.
My grandmother gets up from her seat. “What if he had been arrested?”
“I would have never let that happen,” my dad responds. “I had a handle on things.”
“How long have you known?” I have to ask. All this time I thought I was keeping a sealed tight lid on these fights and he knew all along.
“For about eight months.”
“Eight months!” my mom screams.
All of a sudden there’s an eruption of voices, all trying to shout over the other. I glance at Caitlin, who shrugs her shoulders.
Welcome to my family, babes, I want to tell her.
“Quiet!!!” A big, booming voice shouts over them all. When we turn, Gramps is standing there, straightening his jumper. “Thank you.” He takes in a deep breath. “You can all argue amongst each other as much as you want, but it doesn’t take away the fact that your son”—he points to my mom and dad—“and our grandson, has just given us the biggest news anyone of his age could ever wish for. I mean, David McCalister...” Gramps walks toward me, opening his arms to me. “Son, that’s huge!”
My eyes tear up at his acceptance. “Thanks, Gramps.”
My dad quickly leaps into action, doing the same. “I’m so proud of you. Have you signed the deal yet? What about college?”
I wince, knowing this was going to be a sore point.
“I have until the morning to make my decision. It would mean taking this on as a possible career and ditching college.”
“Nope. Nuh-uh,” my mom snaps, suddenly getting up and pacing around the kitchen. “Ditching college is out of the question.”
“Sweetheart, be reasonable...” my dad starts.
“Reasonable? You think I’m unreasonable for not wanting my son to go into a ring where someone will hit him over and over again? Do you think I’m unreasonable for thinking he could get hit that bad that he could have brain damage? I’ve heard the stories. I know it happens.”
My mom looks so stressed out. I knew telling dad would be okay, but I never knew my mom would be this upset.
“I understand how you feel, Mom, but this is a possible life-changing career move for me.”
“Life-changing as in blind or in a wheelchair, life-changing?”
My dad, being the calm one in this discussion, steps forward, placing a hand on her arm. “Tyler, those are extreme circumstances where that happens.”
My mom sniffles like she’s about to cry. I suddenly feel like shit.
She looks toward me. “When did you suddenly grow up?”
Walking toward her, I laugh, taking her in my arms. “I understand why you’re anxious, but you have to realize that if I miss an opportunity like this, I will regret it for the rest of my life. Even if I try and it doesn’t work out, at least I will know and can move on with my life. If I turn it down, then I’ll always be wondering what if.”
She sniffles in my chest, but I feel her nod. Eventually, she looks up, her eyes glassy with tears. “I don’t like it, but I understand.”
“So you’ll support me?”
She places her hand on my cheek. “After your little speech, what else can I say? I don’t know, maybe you can still get a degree online during your training. Can you at least do that?”
I actually hadn’t thought of that. I turn, looking toward Caitlin. She eagerly nods. “I’m sure it’s something I can look into. Yes.”
She pats my face. “Good.”
She pulls away to fill up her glass of wine and everyone congratulates me.
We’re soon onto other subjects, the upset all over making me feel the immense relief.
On the way home, Caitlin holds my hand. “It was nice seeing your whole family rally around you like that. I’m glad it worked out okay in the end.”
“I knew my mom would react badly, but I didn’t expect her to cry.”
She squeezes my hand tightly. “You’re her baby. Of course she’s going to be upset.” She’s quiet for a moment and then surprises me by saying, “Would you tattoo me?”
Well, that’s a fucking question I wasn’t expecting.
Jeremy’s reaction makes me laugh. “Seriously? You want me to tattoo you?”
I nod, laughing. “I wouldn’t say unless I wanted you to.”
“I haven’t done one in a while, are you sure you trust me?”
“I can’t think of anyone else I would trust to ink my body.”
“Ain’t that the truth. I don’t think I would be happy knowing some other man’s inking your skin but me.”
I shift, getting more comfortable in my seat. “Then it’s settled.”
“I’ll need a little while to set up.”
“That’s okay. Take your time, and when you’re done, call this David McCalister and tell him your decision.”
He snaps his head to me. “You really think I should do it this soon?”
I shrug my shoulders. “No time like the present.”
He briefly glances my way, a soft smile lighting up his beautiful face. “I suppose you’re right.”
We get to Jeremy’s place a little after eight and he immediately gets to work setting everything up. I lie on his bed, watching with interest as he retrieves all his paints and takes the tattoo gun. His concentration on everything is adorable. Once he has everything ready, he turns to me and pats the table bed he’s set up.
“Come, lie down.”
I do as he asks, but turn to him. “How do you know what I want?”
“Do you trust me or not?”
“Of course.”
“Then I have just the thing. I’m sure you’ll love it. I already stenciled a design for you days ago.”
“Seriously?”
He smiles and then nods. “Yep.” He gives me a side look. “You can see it, if you want.”
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