The Wrong Right Man - Aurora Rose Reynolds Page 0,67
the look on his face and can’t help but laugh. “Thanks, guys,” he mutters, and I laugh harder.
His mom comes around to me, looking stylish in a pair of jeans and a white button-down shirt. She grabs my upper arms, holding my gaze. “The point is we know how frustrating our son can be. So there is nothing you don’t feel right now that we haven’t felt before.”
“Again, thanks.” Braxton sighs.
“What? We all need to stick together.” His mom smiles.
“You mean you guys all want her to join in on ganging up on me.”
“The more, the merrier,” his dad says, lifting a cup of coffee my way and making me smile.
“Well, I’m glad to know I’m not alone, and I’m really sorry about my appearance.” I glare at Braxton quickly. “I was trying to go to my place to find something to wear, so I could avoid meeting you looking like this.”
His mom squeezes my arms. “Braxton was just explaining to us that your apartment was broken into and that most of your things were destroyed. I’m sorry, and if it helps, I think you look adorable.”
“Thanks.” I shift on my feet, no longer worried about meeting his parents but wondering if it’s too soon to say I might just love them.
“I can go out and pick you something up,” she offers, letting my hand go. “At least something for you to wear, so you don’t feel uncomfortable, and then we can go sort out your place, make a list of what else you need, and go pick it up.”
“You just want a reason to go shop,” Bret chimes in. “Not that you ever need a reason to shop.” Alisha smiles at her husband then walks over to where he’s sitting and kisses his cheek.
“Do you mind if my mom goes to pick you some stuff up?” Braxton asks me softly, and I notice then he’s holding a cup of tea out to me.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t mind?” I ask Alisha.
“I’m afraid my husband is right. I don’t need much of a reason to go shopping,” she says, taking her phone out of her bag and bringing it to me. “Just write out what you need and your sizes, and I’ll have Bret drive me down the road to Target.”
I take her phone and quickly text out the basics. When I’m done, I start to hand her the phone back then shake my head. “I’m so sorry. I don’t have any money on me, and I don’t know where my purse is.” I start to delete the text, but Braxton takes the phone from me before I can then starts to type.
“Here, Mom.” He hands the phone to her then takes a plain black card out of his wallet, handing it to her. “Get what’s on the list and anything else you think she might need.”
“You got it.” She seems all too happy about spending his money, but I don’t like the feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Please don’t,” I say softly, and she looks at me. “I just need a couple things to hold me over. I’ll get the rest this afternoon after I track down my purse.”
She looks between me and Braxton, and I don’t know her well enough to know what she’s thinking, but after a moment, she locks eyes with me and nods before turning on her heel and grabbing her bag. “Let’s go, old man.”
“We’ll be back.” Bret stands, grabbing his keys off the counter, not looking as happy as his wife is about a trip to the store.
Once they’re gone, I take a seat at the island with my tea, and Braxton goes to the door, locking it. When he comes back to me, he wraps his arms around me and nuzzles the side of my neck, and then he whispers in my ear, making me shiver. “Just a guess, but I don’t think my parents hate you.”
“Don’t be smug.” I tip my head to the side as he kisses down my throat then whimper as he cups one of my breasts and slides his hand down my stomach to cup me between my legs. “Braxton.”
“Open your legs for me, Dakota.”
Panting, I do as he asked, and he moves his hand under the waistband of his boxers and his fingers slip between my folds. The second he circles my clit, my head drops back and I moan.
“Do you know how soft you are here?” He thrusts two fingers inside me. “How tight