Fiftysix - Seven Rue Page 0,47

my dad’s birthday party, but this one had a low cut out in the back.

I was punctual, even had a few minutes to spare which I spend in my car just staring at Riggs’s house.

All the lights were on, but since the kitchen was hidden behind the large living room, I couldn’t see anyone inside, thinking Riggs must’ve been in the kitchen cooking dinner for us.

With us I meant him, me, and his brother.

Garett, who I had to cancel for tonight as I couldn’t turn down Riggs’s offer to spend the evening with him.

Live action was still better than through a webcam, but what Garett didn’t know was that he’d have someone to look at tonight.

So in my eyes, I didn’t really cancel our online appointment.

When it was time to face Riggs, I got out of the car and walked over to the front door to ring the bell, and only a few seconds later, Garett opened the door with a wide smile on his face.

“Valley. Good to see you again.”

He had already gotten ready for tonight, seeing as he wore a button up shirt every time I saw him on my screen, but he didn’t look too disappointed.

“Hello, Marcus. How are you?” I asked, smiling back and passing him as he stepped aside.

“I’m very well, thank you. Nice of Riggs to invite you over now that your parents are on vacation, huh?”

“Yeah, very kind of him. Are you staying for dinner as well?” I asked, not wanting to assume anything although I knew exactly what was going on in his life at the moment.

“Oh, yes. I’ll have dinner with you guys. But afterward, I’m going out to a bar. My date dumped me, so I’m going to look for someone else who can keep me company tonight.”

Good for him, but the way he referred to me as a date rubbed me the wrong way.

I connected dates with feelings, which I didn’t have for him despite all the things we’ve done together.

“Sorry to hear, Marcus. I’m sure you’ll find someone who’d like to keep you company for the night.”

“Hope so too. Riggs is in the kitchen. I’ll be right with you guys,” he told me.

I wondered if he realized that Riggs and I had gotten close before. Surely, he wasn’t blind and noticed the way I was dressed.

“Okay,” I replied, watching him leave and then head to the kitchen myself.

Riggs stood there with his back turned to me, stirring something on the stove all focused.

He didn’t turn around as I walked closer to him, and when I stopped right behind him, I wrapped my arms around his chest and placed my hands on it while pressing my body against his beck.

“Did you miss me?” I purred, grinning like an idiot.

His body relaxed underneath my touch, and once he put the wooden spoon down on the counter, he turned around to look at me with dark, almost angry eyes.

Someone’s in a mood, I thought.

“Everything okay?” I asked more seriously, but keeping my hands on him and pushing one of them into his hair.

“Everything’s perfect,” he muttered, lifting his hands and placing them on my lower back.

He let his eyes wander down my body, keeping them on my tits for a while before they met my own again.

“You look beautiful.”

He meant it, even if his voice was monotone and lacking motivation.

Maybe he needed a little bit of that, and since I was good at getting him in the mood, I pushed myself up on my tiptoes and kissed his lips gently.

It came naturally, and he kissed me back while one of his hands moved closer to my ass, cupping and squeezing it just right.

Our tongues touched, slowly starting to move against each other in the most passionate way possible.

Never had he been this gentle with me, but just when I had that thought, he lifted his other hand and wrapped his fingers around my throat tightly.

He took my breath away in an instant, making me stop moving my lips while his tongue was still deep inside my mouth.

He explored it, even bit down on my bottom lip before leaning back and looking into my eyes again.

I couldn’t talk or breathe, but who needed to do those things anyway when a handsome guy like Riggs was squeezing your airway shut?

“No teasing at the table. You wait until Marcus is gone, then you can go back to your usual self.”

He meant my naughty-self.

“Think you can do that?” he asked in a low voice.

I nodded,