Last Mile (Vicious Cycle #3) - Katie Ashley Page 0,77
“Babe, it’s no big deal.”
Jerking her hands away, she gave me an incredulous look. “Not only did your mother see me half-naked, but she heard me talking about sex. And let’s not forget she knows we were fucking, and that’s why you missed breakfast.”
“She doesn’t know we were fucking.” When Samantha cocked her head at me, I added, “We could have been sleeping after we were fucking,” I teased.
Samantha smacked my arm. “This isn’t funny. I’ve never cared about what my boyfriend’s parents thought about me, but for some reason, I care about your mother.”
My chest tightened with her words. Not only was I stoked that she gave a shit what Mama Beth thought, but I’d never had someone call me her boyfriend before. I didn’t expect it to mean as much to me as it did. “So I’m your boyfriend, huh?”
She swept her hands to her hips. “I thought we established that this morning. If you’re not on board with us, I can always call you my fuck buddy or friend with benefits.”
I grinned. “No, I like boyfriend better.” I slid my arms around her waist. “And yeah, I’m on board with what we’re doing. It was just nice hearing you call me that, since I’ve never really been someone’s boyfriend before.”
“There’s a first time for everything, huh?”
“Yep.”
Samantha groaned again. “God. I don’t think I can face your mother.”
“It’ll be fine. She’s a very understanding woman, I promise.”
“Really?”
I nodded. “It means a lot that she invited you to breakfast. If she was really pissed, she would have ignored you.”
“I hope you’re right.”
With a smack on her luscious ass, I said, “Come on. We’re going to run out of hot water.”
“Normally, I would say that you could figure a way to heat it up, but I’m going to pass on that so we can get to your mom’s quicker.”
“You’re turning me down?”
“I’m not giving your mom one more reason not to like me. Now hurry up!”
I merely grinned as I let Samantha lead me into the bedroom.
After a lightning-fast shower, we made it to Mama Beth’s in less than half an hour. The sounds of laughter filled the air as we swept through the front door. Although I was late, my brothers and sisters-in-law still sat around the oak table in the dining room while Willow and Wyatt played on the floor in the living room.
At the sight of us, Rev grinned. “Well, well, if it isn’t the sleeping beauties.”
“Yeah, what kept you guys?” Deacon asked.
I mouthed a fuck you at him before motioning for Samantha to take a seat next to Annabel. I took a seat at the end of the table.
Samantha gave Mama Beth and the others an apologetic look. “I’m sorry we’re late. Bishop didn’t tell me he was expected at breakfast, or I would have made sure we were here on time,” Samantha said.
Mama Beth smiled. “It’s okay. We’re just glad to have you with us now.” She set a heaping plate full of biscuits and gravy, grits, sausage, bacon, and eggs in front of Samantha. “I just fixed it all for you because I wasn’t sure what you liked.”
Samantha’s eyes lit up. “Trust me, I like it all. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She then brought me my usual plate.
“Thanks, Mama.”
“Ah, so we’re Mr. Manners now that your girlfriend is here, huh?” Deacon asked, a wicked gleam burning in his dark eyes.
I should have realized that my brothers, especially Deacon, were going to love nothing better than to ride my ass about Samantha. Instead of once again mouthing for him to fuck off, I ignored him and dug into the heaping pile of food.
“Samantha, did you have a good time last night at the party?” Mama Beth asked.
“Yes, I did. Everyone has been so sweet to welcome me.”
“Generally, the Raiders are a friendly bunch,” Mama Beth mused.
“Does the party go on all day?” Sam asked.
Rev nodded. “Most people will start heading back later this afternoon, while some will stay and head out in the morning.”
With a smile, Annabel said, “You can count me out for another late night. I have to leave to go back to school tomorrow.”
“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll be turning in early myself. I’ve got that meeting in Chattanooga in the morning.”
“Oh, that’s right.”
“You’re still coming with me, aren’t you, B?” Rev asked.
After gulping down some scorching coffee, I said, “Sure am. What time do we have to leave?”
“Five a.m.”
I groaned. “Jesus, why does it have to be so early?”