Royally Chosen Christmas (Royal Sons MC #7) - Elle Boon Page 0,62
hurried over to the coffee, inspecting his selection. Growing up, they’d always had a coffee bar with the best coffee machines money could buy. She didn’t mind admitting she was a bit spoiled when it came to the liquid of the coffee gods, and neither did it seem, was Scott.
They worked together, or rather she helped him get the rest of the breakfast things done, then sat and ate. It was all so normal and domesticated. Her stomach felt as if a million butterflies had settled in it when she finished eating and was getting ready to clean up their mess, only her phone rang, their mom’s name on the screen had her freezing.
“It’s mom,” she whispered.
“I can see that. Let me talk to her.” He held his hand out, waiting.
Talena looked at her phone, then his big hand. “What will she think?”
He raised a brow. “Does it matter?”
To him probably not. He was her son, the golden child. She’d been the fuck up, the one everyone always worried about. “What if she doesn’t want you seeing me or says she doesn’t want me—” She bit her lip.
SCOTT PULLED HER OFF the barstool, settling her onto his lap. “Fuck, I thought you were going to say you didn’t want her to know because you were ashamed. Damn, mon pourri, don’t scare me like that.”
Her face lifted, chin jutting out. “Ashamed of you? Why would I ever be ashamed to say I was with you?”
He ran the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip that was still puffy from his kisses. “Ah, mon pourri, you truly have no clue how precious you are to me and to our mother. You think she would be upset at you for being with me? No, baby, she’d be much more likely to be pissed at me for taking advantage of her sweet little girl. I promise you; she won’t be angry at you at all. In fact, I have a feeling our mother will be surprisingly happy we’re together.”
Talena’s phone began to ring again, the ringtone she’d programmed for their mom playing. “You gonna let me answer it this time?”
She took a deep breath, then answered. “Hi mom.”
To his pleasure, she pushed the speaker button and placed the device on the counter, staying on his lap. “I’m with Scott.”
“Good morning, mother. How’re you doing today?” he asked, not even trying to mask the lazy satisfaction rolling off his tongue.
“Obviously not as good as you two. It’s seven in the morning so either you two were out late, or you’re up early.” Tara’s words were left to hang in the silence.
“We just finished breakfast, or I’d offer to take you out. What are your plans for lunch?” He was not a child who had to explain himself to a parent, but he would make concessions, since his mother was dealing with the both of them.
“Funny you should ask. I had a call from an investor. I never get calls, you know, not for Haven Corp. It gave me...I don’t know how to put it, but the man’s voice alone made my skin crawl. Don’t get me wrong, he was very polite and said all the right things but call it female intuition if you will. Anyhow, he said he was a friend of Talena’s. Which that right there set my mother bear instinct into alarm mode, not that it wasn’t already by his smarmy voice. We both know our girl doesn’t have men friends like that.” Tara harrumphed.
Scott ran his hand between Talena’s thighs, feeling the smooth flesh already slightly wet. “Of course, she doesn’t,” he agreed.
“Anyway, I told him I’d ask if the two of you were free for lunch next week, but he insisted it be today. He said he was only in town for a short window. If I’d been face-to-face with him, I’m sure I’d have seen his pants on fire.”
Talena giggled, then moaned as he slid his finger between her thighs, finding her clit without error.
“What was that, Talena dear?”
Talena slapped a hand over her mouth, the other she used to try and push his away from her pussy with. “Talena was laughing at your choice of words, mother. What did you say this man’s name was?” He rubbed the little nub, watching Talena’s face blossom with a blush.
“Mr. Ferreira. Louis is his first name. He had a slight accent, but I couldn’t really place it.”
Scott froze, his finger nearly inside Talena’s tight body, stopping at the name. “Did