All in, baby.
I opened the door to a lovely woman of which I had no expectations other than this was Brynne’s great aunt. Sister to her grandmother on her mum’s side. But the person smiling at my doorstep was about as far from a grandmotherly female as you could get. With her unlined skin and dark red hair she looked young and stylish and rather…hot for a woman who could not be above fifty-five.
“You must be Ethan that I’m hearing so much about,” she said in a native tongue.
“And you must be Brynne’s Aunt Marie?” I hesitated in case I was wrong, but really, the women in her family were stunning. I wondered again what kind of beauty Brynne’s mum must be.
She laughed charmingly. “You sound a little unsure there.”
I ushered her in and closed the door. “Not at all. I was expecting her great aunt you see, not her older sister. She’s got her hands full in the kitchen and sent me to greet you.” I held out my hand. “Ethan Blackstone. It is my very great pleasure, Aunt Marie. I hear Brynne sing your praises all the time and have looked forward to meeting you.”
“Oh please call me Marie,” she said, taking my hand, “quite the charmer you are, Ethan. Her sister, hmmmm?”
I laughed and shrugged. “Too flattering? I don’t think so, and welcome, Marie. I appreciate you taking the time to join us tonight.”
“Thank you for the invitation to your lovely home. I don’t get to see my niece often enough so this is bonus. And your comment was lovely even if it was far too flattering. You’ve got my vote, Ethan.” She winked at me and I think I fell in love with her right then and there.
Brynne came out of the kitchen and embraced her aunt. I got a very happy grin from Brynne over Marie’s shoulder. It was clear that whatever problems she had with her mum, she didn’t have them with Marie and that made me very glad. Everybody needs someone to give them unconditional love. They went off to the kitchen and I went to get drinks sorted before the bell rang again. I smirked to myself at what Dad would think of Marie when he got a look at her. I knew she was a widow with no children but with her beauty, there must be a long queue of men clamoring for her time. I couldn’t wait to get the story from Brynne.
Clarkson and Gabrielle arrived next and since they were already in good with Marie all I had to do was make drinks and pass them around. Clarkson and I had an easy truce of sorts, along the same lines as my relationship with Gabrielle. We all cared about Brynne and wanted her to be happy. I didn’t thrill about him taking her pictures but then we were only able to be friendly because he was g*y. Seriously, I know it’s my issue, but if he was straight and taking nude pictures of Brynne? He wouldn’t be in my home right now.
Once Neil and Elaina showed up, I felt a little more at ease in my own house. Clarkson went in to help Brynne and Marie in the kitchen while Gabrielle and Elaina seemed to hit it off by talking books—something trending about a very young billionaire and his obsession with an even younger woman…and sex. Lots of erotic sex scenes in the book, like apparently on every page.
Neil and I looked sympathetically at each other and had absolutely nothing to add to the conversation. I mean, who reads this crap? Who has time? Why even read about sex in a book when you can have it instead? I don’t get that. And billionaires in their twenties? I mentally shook my head and pretended to care. I’m such a bastard.
I looked at my watch and just like a summons, the bell rang. My dad, finally. I leapt out of my seat to get the door. Poor Neil looked like he wished he could come with me.
“Dad. I was getting worried. Come in and meet my girl, why don’t you.”
“Son.” He clapped me on the back in our standard greeting and grinned. “You look happier than the last time I laid eyes on you. Hannah tells me you’re going up to Somerset to visit. Taking Brynne along.”
“Yeah. I want them all to know one another. Speaking of meeting, come on, Dad, she’s this way.” I led him into the kitchen and was greeted by the most glowing radiance on Brynne’s face as she got a gander at my Dad. It made my heart jump. This was important stuff. Meeting the family and making impressions. Wanting them to get on was suddenly very important to me.
“Now this must be the lovely Brynne and her…older sister?” Dad said to Brynne and Marie.
“Hey! You stole my line, Dad!”
“He’s right,” Marie said, “Your son used the same one on me when I arrived.”
“Like father, like son,” Dad said, grinning happily between Brynne, Marie and Clarkson.
“My father, Jonathan Blackstone.” I jolted out of my stupor to make the introductions and rubbed slowly up and down Brynne’s back. I wondered how she was taking in all this. We had come so far, so fast, it was more than a little mad, but like I’d said before, there was no changing our path now. We were speeding down a mountain and weren’t stopping for anything. She leaned in to my side and I gave her a little squeeze.
My Dad took Brynne’s hand and kissed it, just like he’d been greeting females my whole life. He told her how lovely it was to finally meet the woman who had captured me, and how beautiful she was. She blushed and introduced Marie and Clarkson. Damn if the old flirt didn’t kiss Marie’s hand as well. I shook my head, knowing he’d make the rounds to every woman here tonight. If they had a hand, he’d have his lips on it. Oh and yeah, he thought Marie was hot. Easy thing to spot and I was sure.
“I won’t kiss your hand though,” Dad said to Clarkson as they shook.
“If you really want to you may,” Clarkson offered, in the ultimate ice-breaker.
“Thanks for that, mate. I think you’ve stunned him speechless,” I said to Clarkson.
Brynne looked at me and then at Dad. “I know where Ethan learned to do that hand kissing thing I love so much, Mr. Blackstone. I can see he’s been trained by a master,” she told him with a beautiful smile. A smile with the power to light up a room.
“Please call me Jonathan, and bear with me a little more, my dear, as I take a further liberty.” Dad leaned in and kissed her on the cheek! She blushed some more and got a little shy, but still she looked happy. I kept caressing up her back and really hoped it wasn’t all too much…of everything.
“Easy there, old man,” I said, shaking my head. “My girl. Mine.” I drew her very close to me until she squeaked.
“I think they get it, Ethan,” she said, pressing her hand up on my chest.