and secret meetings, there hasn't been enough time or energy for the fun stuff.
But now that we're here….
“Never been tempted, so I wouldn't feel your pain,” T says like he ate something sour.
“Sarah says you can't get enough of hers,” I whisper so only us three can hear.
“Have you seen her fine ass?” He whistles low. “Edible.”
“Ew.” I scrunch my nose in disgust.
“Don't knock it until you've tried it,” T says with a wistful tone.
“No thanks.”
“Can we talk about something else?” Trey grumbles, adjusting his hardening dick in the loose shorts. “Not much I can do to hide this.”
“We could always use it,” I offer.
“Fuck,” they both grumble, one more of disgust and the other of pleasure.
“Sweetie, have you had your daily honey and almond milk?”
Now it's my turn to groan.
Pushing up to my elbows, I dip my chin to peer over the rim of the sunglasses at my mom. Yep, I'm the idiot who thought pulling her mom out of the long-term addiction recovery care center for a family Christmas in Hawaii was a brilliant idea. Don't get me wrong. Things are going great. She's clean. As in vegan clean. Okay, not that clean, but it feels that way considering she used to think an RC and a Twinkie constituted a healthy dinner for a nine-year-old.
Now she's the mother I always wanted but never had. But at thirty-eight.
Doting, comforting, hospitable—hell, she even tried to sing me to sleep last night.
Sing. Me. To. Sleep.
“No, Mom.” I sigh, wiggling to stop the slow throb between my thighs that the sight of Trey's hard cock caused. “I'm good though.”
“Oh no, honey, you're too stressed to skip the honey and milk. I'll go make it and be right back. How about a pomegranate paste to chase it with?”
I nearly throw up the tofu she made me eat last night.
“I'm good,” I rasp, trying to keep the non-food food down. “Just the milk and honey will be great.”
I mirror her wide smile. Yes, she's annoying with the hovering, but seeing her like this, clean and happy, my heart is so full I almost think it could burst.
Until…
“Have you considered your womanly health?”
“Huh?” This is not happening.
“At the center, they've taught us to take care of every inch of our bodies. Including sexual health.”
“Mom, not the time.”
She shakes her head, her limp, mousy hair swishing from one shoulder to the other.
“No, the director says we must treat our bodies as a temple. We've abused our bodies—”
I hold up a hand, stopping her. “We?”
Her eyes scan the area like she’s searching for answers. It dawns on me then that she doesn't mean anything by it; she’s just a little confused.
“Mom.” I sit up, wrapping my forearms around my shins. The two guys make some lame excuse to step out of hearing distance. I make a mental note to hug them for that later. I pat the end of the lounge chair, urging Mom to sit. “I didn’t get to this role by sleeping my way to the top.”
A blank stare is her only response. Okay, different angle, then.
“You know I went to law school, right? You remember that part.”
She nods.
“You know the president, Kyle Birmingham?”
She shakes her head.
“Okay, well, he's the president, and I went to school with him. It's how I'm the VP now. Nothing shady or illegal going on for me to be in this role.”
“Ma'am.” I turn my attention to Champ, who's walking with a purpose from the massive house we rented out. “The call you’ve been waiting on is on hold.”
Normally my admin or secretary or someone else would let me know about phone calls, not an agent, but these days security is tight. We can't let anyone outside of the people we trust know what I'm doing behind the scenes. So only me, T, Trey and Champ. Not even Taeler knows what's really going on. Her only focus is that I've finagled it for her to study in Oxford this next semester instead of being on the why I went to so much effort to get her accepted with zero notice. Hopefully the fruit basket I sent the prime minister was enough of a thank you.
“Oh, and Mom.” Her light eyes turn up to mine. “If you ever see the president, Kyle Birmingham, or if anyone comes to the rehab facility looking for you who’s not me or one of these guys standing around me… I want you to run. Slip away and run as fast as you can.”
With a confused