“I don’t think it makes sense to be here if you aren’t here,” she says, sitting on the couch, and Lilo running back to lay with her. “Hi, pretty girl.” She pets her head. “We need to get you a collar with some bling on it.” Lilo’s tail hits the couch as she wags it.
“So what are you going to do?” I ask, sitting next to her.
“Well, we can go over our calendar and see.” She looks at me. “I mean, I think the season is almost done, right?”
“Another couple of weeks,” I tell her, “then it’s play-off time.”
“I have Max and Matthew’s retirement gala the second of July.” Her face fills with a smile. “Wanna be my date?” I nod, afraid to say anything that would scare her away. “My parents are throwing them a surprise getaway at their house in Mexico.”
“Tell me where, and I’ll book us a house.” I watch the screen.
“That makes no sense. We have the house.”
“Beautiful,” I tell her, “we aren’t staying in the same house as your parents.”
“And why not?” she asks angrily.
“Because we have sex, lots of it,” I point out, “all the time. I don’t see that changing.” She glares at me. “If normal sex with you is sky rocketing, can you imagine vacation sex?” I put my head back and close my eyes, my cock finally moving in on the action. I feel a pillow hit my face.
“Who says we are still going to be having sex by then?” She turns to look at the television.
“I say we will be having even more than we are now.” She looks like she is going to argue with me, and the doorbell rings. “Oh, food is here.”
“Your father thinks he’s a slick one,” she tells the dogs. “No blow job for him.” I put my head back and laugh, knowing full well she enjoys it as much as I do.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Zara
“I’m back,” he says from the front door, and I walk out. He left this morning to go to the rink and said he had run an errand afterward. Tomorrow, his parents get here, and I’m not going to lie, I’m an emotion mess. His sister came over the day after our face-off, and I left before she got here. I made up a phony excuse about meeting with a client. I got in the car and went to the Starbucks and worked from there.
“I hope you brought me food,” I tell him and stop when I see who is behind him. “Zoe,” I yell excitedly and run to her. “You’re here.”
“Well,” she says when she steps out of our hug, “I couldn’t let you get thrown to the wolves without me.” Then she turns to Evan. “Not that your family is a pack of wolves.”
I shake my head. Evan comes to my side and kisses me. “You did good,” I whisper in his ear when he hugs me, and I smell him. Yeah, I smell him because it’s my thing. He’s my man, so I can do what I want.
“So this is where you hang your hat,” Zoe says, looking around, and the dogs rush in full force to her, and then Lilo steps back, wondering what is going on. She finally comes to my side.
“This is my girl, Lilo.” I bend down and kiss her, and she licks my face. “And this is Stitch.” He’s still debating which one of us to go to.
“I’m going to take your stuff into the guest room,” Evan tells Zoe. “I’ll put you upstairs so you have your privacy.”
Zoe just nods her head, and she waits for him to go upstairs with her luggage. “You landed a good one,” she says, and I go and hug her. I’ve missed her so much, but I didn’t want to say anything to either of them. Even though we don’t live together, we would not go more than two days without seeing each other unless I was traveling.
“I still can’t believe you’re here,” I tell her. “Let’s go sit outside.” I turn and lead her outside. She is wearing jeans and a sweater with a light jacket. “Are those my clothes?”
“Um, yeah,” she answers like duh. “I live in your house. Surely, you didn’t expect me not to go through your closet?”
I shake my head and walk to the couch that I made him buy. “Look at all this land,” Zoe says, and I’m sure she’s evaluating his property and how much it would go for in her head. “This is at least a good three million, maybe even four point five if we can make an outdoor oasis.”
“How did you get here?” I ask her. I sit down, curling my feet under me, and she does the same next to me, turning to face me. Some say we are identical if they don’t know us, but Zoe’s eyes are greener than mine. She also has a dimple right where she has a freckle.
“Well after you called me from Starbucks, I was thinking of just coming down, but then Evan called me and asked if I wanted to come down.” Zoe starts talking, and now Lilo jumps on the couch and sits next to me, putting her head on my lap. “It was a no-brainer.”
“I’m so nervous about meeting his parents,” I tell her, and she smiles.
“Mom and Dad are coming too,” Zoe says, and my eyes widen.
“What?” The question comes out in a whisper.
“Well, Mom was worried about you,” Zoe starts, “and well, you know how Dad is when it comes to Mom.” I nod my head. There is no doubt in the world that my father loves my mother. That he cherishes her right down to his soul. If she is sad, he makes her happy; if she is worried, he moves heaven and earth to make sure she isn’t. “So Dad is calming her down by bringing her here and letting her see for herself that you are okay.”
“I have to tell Evan.” I am about to get up.
“Dad already called him and set things up,” Zoe tells me, and I just look at her. “He just wanted to make sure that Evan wasn’t blindsided with them coming. So Evan set up a lodge for them and also his parents so they could mingle and get to know each other.”
“But I just started dating him,” I tell her. “This is crazy. Is it really time for the parents to meet?”
“Oh, you silly, silly girl.” Zoe laughs, shaking her head. “He’s the one.” I stare at her, not saying anything. “He is the one, and your heart knows it. Your head, not so much.”
“It’s too soon.” I don’t know if I’m telling her or myself. “I’ve only known him for a month.”
“Who cares how long you’ve known him? When you know, you know,” Zoe says. “There is no textbook or manual that says when you can and cannot fall in love.”
“It just seems a bit rushed,” I tell her, and she shrugs.
“When it happens, it happens. No one can control that.” I know she’s right. “You just have to embrace it and admit it.”
I roll my eyes at her. “Don’t be all wise and shit.” She laughs, and then I see the back door open, and Evan comes out toward us.
“Is it okay that I’m here?” he asks. “Do you want sister time?”
“My parents are coming?” I look at him. I’ve looked at him a lot over the past couple of days. I’ve memorized how he looks when he smiles, when he smirks, when I make him come, and how his eyes now shine at my question. “Where are they going to stay?”
“I told them they could stay here,” he says, sitting next to me and kissing my neck, “but your mom didn’t want to burden me, so I rented them a house two blocks over.”
“And we are having a family lunch on Sunday,” I also remind him.
“It’s the perfect time,” he says, pulling me to him. “I was going to order the food, but my mother lost her shit.”
“I can’t cook,” I say, my heart starting to beat faster, and I now get up. “Like I can cook, but I can’t cook for your mother.” I start shaking my hands.
“Oh, here we go,” Zoe says, and Evan looks over at her with worry on his face. “This is her ‘I’m freaking out’ voice.”
“Why?” he asks the question. Yes, a stupid question indeed.
“Why?” I shriek.
“You shouldn’t have said anything,” Zoe tells him.
“Why? Because the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
“That is so not true.” Zoe shakes her head. “It’s usually through your vagina.”
I put my hands on top of my head, then look
over at Evan, who is about to start laughing but stops when he sees my face. “This is why we can’t do the lunch.”
“Beautiful,” he says softly. “My mother doesn’t care if you can cook for me.”
“Lies.” I raise my hands. “She’ll want someone who can take care of you.”
“I’m pretty sure he can take care of himself.” Zoe puts in her two cents that I don’t really want to hear right now.
“I have been taking care of myself.” Evan looks at Zoe, who raises her hand like you see.
“I don’t mean like that,” I tell them, and now I start to pace. “I mean, I can take care of you if you’re sick.”
“Eww,” Zoe says. “If he’s sick, leave the house.”
“Shut up, Zoe,” I yell at her. “Every mother wants to know her son will be taken care of. She wants to know I can cook for you when you’re sick.”
“What is wrong with you?” Zoe says. “It’s 2019. I’m sure he can order his own fucking soup.”
I watch Evan as he gets up and comes to me, grabbing my hand in his. “Beautiful,” he whispers, his voice calming me. “My mother couldn't care less if you can cook. She cares that you love me, she cares that you stand by my side, and she cares that I treat you the way you are supposed to be treated.”
“I do love you,” I tell him, and Zoe claps her hands.
“Ahhh, so sweet.” I turn to glare at her.
“My sisters don’t know how to cook,” he tells me. “Besides, you won’t be the one on the hot seat.” I tilt my head sideways. “Your father will be sitting there making sure I treat you right. No father wants to sit at a table with a man who is sleeping with their daughter.”
I laugh. “Max does it.”
“I know, but he’s Mad Max,” he says, and now I step into his space. “I just want him to know you’re okay here.”
“I’m more than okay here,” I tell him. “Besides I’ll go back home sometimes.”
“Wait a second,” Zoe interrupts again, “are you moving here?”
“Not really,” I tell her and see Evan’s face. “If he’s here, I’ll be here, but when he travels, I’ll go back home.”
“What about the summers?” Zoe asks. “Your whole life is in New York.”
I shake my head and think about what she said. When you love someone, you love someone, and there isn’t a timeframe or a manual; there is nothing but what you feel. “Not my whole life.”
“God, I wonder if I can move into your place.” She looks up and taps her lips. “It would be so good to have no neighbors.”
“You know if you move into my house, I move out my clothes,” I inform her.
“Why would you do that?” she asks, and I shake my head. “That would be mean.”
“Do you want to go eat?” Evan asks me, and I nod, then look at Zoe. “I want to have the greasiest burgers of life.”
“Is there any other kind?” she asks as she gets up. We walk inside to lock up, and then I take her to visit my new hometown.
“What time are you parents getting here?” I ask Evan when he comes out of the bathroom. I’m sitting in the middle of the bed with my white cami and matching panties on. My hair hangs wet from the shower we just took together. The towel around his waist showing his semi erect cock that was just in my mouth.
“Why are you dressed?” he asks me confused.
“I’m not dressed. I’m in pjs.” I look down.
“You know the rules,” he tells me, getting in bed naked. “No clothes when we sleep.”
“I’m not sleeping in the house naked with your parents here,” I tell him. “Also, there will be no sex of any kind.”
His eyebrows pull together. “Why?”
“Because they already think we are having sex,” I tell him, getting under the covers.
His hands pull up my camisole. “I’m pretty sure they know we are having sex and not just thinking it,” he says while he takes a nipple into his mouth, and my thoughts start to get hazy.
“That’s the point. I don’t want them to look at me and wonder if I just banged their son before I sat at the table.”
“You do have a glow on your face after I bang you,” he says, taking the other nipple in his mouth. “I can’t go three days without having you.”
“Yes, you can,” I tell him, and he pushes me down, my legs opening for him. “I mean there is the nighttime.”
“Yeah,” he says with a smirk, moving down my body.
“I mean if we have sex before we go to bed, then no one is going to see my face.” I think but not to hard ’cause his mouth lands on my pussy, his tongue moving my panties to the side so he can lick my clit. I moan silently. “We would have to be very, very quiet,” I say in a whisper.
“Can you be quiet?” he asks me. I look down at him feasting on my pussy, seeing his tongue disappear inside me.
“We could try now and see.” I open wider, my hand going to his head as I try to rub my pussy on his face. We have sex many times a day, and sometimes I’ll wake with him sliding into me in the middle of the night. Or he wakes with either me blowing him or riding him. Either way, it’s a win for everyone. We spend the rest of the night seeing exactly how quiet we can be.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Evan
“How does this look?” Zara asks me again, walking out of the walk-in closet. This time, she’s wearing a pair of black jeans and a white shirt with a scarf the same color as my jersey.
“Much better,” I tell her. The outfit she put on before was white pants and a black see-through shirt. There was no way in fuck she was wearing that out.
“I still like the other outfit more,” she says, going back into the closet.
“You are not leaving the house in that outfit,” I shout at her, and I hear Zoe’s laughter from somewhere in the house. Having her here is an eye-opener, I knew they were close and that they shared a strong bond, but I had no idea how strong. They finish each other’s sentences, and they know what the other person is thinking just by looking at each other.
“What was wrong with that outfit?” she asks, folding her arms over her chest. “It was nice.”
“I saw your bra,” I point out to her, grabbing my belt and putting it on.
“Oh, I think I have another outfit.” She turns around and goes back in the closet. I know she is super nervous about meeting my parents, and I’m super nervous about meeting hers again. I’m also nervous about Candace. When she came over the next day, she smirked when she found out that Zara wasn’t here. I don’t know what she thought, but then she saw her jacket on the chair in the kitchen. My mother told me she will be at the Sunday lunch thing, and that she will behave. Normally, I don’t care what she does, but if she fucks with Zara, there will be a showdown no one wants to see. “What about this?” I look up to see her in black jeans now and a peach and black top that is loose and criss-crosses.
“That is nice also,” I tell her, and she just shakes her head and walks out of the room, yelling for her sister. I look at Lilo lying on the bed. “Who else is excited for Monday to be here?”
I grab the jacket to my suit and shrug it on. “Zoe said I look like a schoolteacher in this.” I walk to her.
“Beautiful, relax. Everything is going to go okay.” I try to calm her. “I have to get to the rink.”
She nods her head. “What if they hate me?” she asks, her voice soft, and I know what she is going through. “I mean, your sister had never even met me and she hated me. What if she told your mother?”
“Beautiful,” I say, tucking her hair behind her ear. “My mother isn’t going to hate you, and I can bet money that once Candace gets to know you, everything will be good.”
“I just …” she starts saying, and her voice cracks. “I won’t let you be in the middle.”
“I’m not in the middle,” I tell her, knowing that I couldn't care less if they like her. I would love nothing more than my mother to love her, but if push comes to shove, I can’t let her go. “Now go p
ut on whatever you want to wear.” She smiles. “Except that first outfit and then we can go.”
“I love you,” she says, and I kiss her lips. “I have to change.”
She spends the next five minutes changing her outfit, and when we leave, she is wearing blue jeans and a white shirt with a leather jacket. Her black high-heeled booties make her legs look even longer. “Okay, I’m ready,” she says, wrapping a scarf around her neck, and we walk out to see Zoe sitting on the couch.
“Finally. I was beginning to sweat,” she says, getting up, and I inwardly groan. She is wearing tight blue jeans, lighter than Zara’s, but her shirt is white and falls off one shoulder.
“That’s my shirt,” Zara says.
“Not anymore,” I say, walking to the front door.
“I’m going to have no more clothes left,” Zara says, huffing.
“And I’m going to have a brand-new closet. I like him,” Zoe says, and I walk to the truck and open Zara’s door first and then Zoe’s. “Does he do that all the time?”
“Yes,” she huffs and kisses me right before she gets into the car.
“If you get tired of her,” Zoe says, getting into the car, “we could always date.” She winks at me, and I close the door. These two together are crazy. I get in the car and hear them laughing. “I’m just going to date him,” Zoe says to Zara who glares back at her. “I’m not going to sleep with him.”
“Zoe,” she hisses.
“What? Even though he can go five times a night, I won’t cross that line,” she says, and I look at Zara.
“You told her about that?” I ask shocked.
“Dude,” Zoe says from the back, “I’d put your picture on a billboard in Times Square.”
“She probably would,” Zara says, and I don’t say anything else as I make my way to the rink. Once we park, I get out and walk around. Zoe steps out, blocking me from going to Zara’s door.
“You really are that chivalrous,” Zoe says and moves out of the way when I glare at her. I open the door for Zara.
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