approved. If anything, I thought she had counted on it happening one day.
“You’ll forgive me,” Phil told me as he joined me in the shower, using his huge body to push me face-first up against the cold tile wall.
“I will not,” I snapped back heatedly.
He caressed the head of his cock over a butt cheek.
“Put it away. I’m not in the mood!”
His hand fisted in my hair, pressing my face into the wall, while the other slipped two fingers into me from behind, finding me so wet and ready for him that it was a bit embarrassing.
Laughing, his mouth grazed over my ear. “Liar, liar, pants on fire.”
“I’m not wearing any pants,” I huffed.
Nudging the head of himself at my entrance, he purred, “Let me fuck you into a good mood. I promise I won’t be gentle. I know how much you love feelin’ my dick poundin’ your cunt into submission.”
He’s got me there. “You’re an asshole.”
“I’ll fuck your asshole, too, if you want,” he whispered, pushing in, stretching and filling me. “But only after I get your tight little pussy all wet and loosened up. How many times you wanna come?”
I never answered, but he ended up giving me a magical three, and I was much more docile after that. I hadn’t even needed to be coerced into the vehicle. It wasn’t until we hit the city limits that I realized I needed some damn coffee and demanded he get me a double spiced-pumpkin latte.
Mega latte in hand, and my boyfriend trying really hard not to bust out in offensive laughter, we headed for Gentilly. Pulling the Black Beauty into the driveway at Da’s next to my green Volkswagen—I had lent her to my brother—Phil hopped out, and I huffed as I pulled my bag strap over my head. He was fighting a grin as he helped me out of the truck.
“Don’t be grumpy. I’ll be back to get you in time for dinner.”
“Where are we going?” I demanded.
“It’s a surprise,” he replied, smiling with his damn dimples.
He knew I could never resist the sight of them, and I felt my insides melt a little.
“I don’t like being banned from my own house,” I grumbled.
His smile deepened, along with those dimples. “It’s only for a little while. I promise it’ll be worth it.”
The kiss he gave me after that was worth it all in itself, but I didn’t tell him that.
Inside, Connor had coffee waiting for me, and I added more to half the latte left. Tossing the keys to Gretchen at me, we headed out to the farmers market.
“So, what time are we all getting together tomorrow?” Connor asked.
“Phil said people were coming over around three o’clock.” I pulled into a parking spot. “And that we have to dress up.” I wasn’t too thrilled about that part.
Phil hadn’t been joking when he said he wanted everyone over for Christmas Day. Like Thanksgiving, everyone was bringing something to contribute so that we wouldn’t have to do all the work. And we had Lewis. Together, he and I had devised a decent menu of two roast beefs and roasted pork. His parents had flown in from San Francisco earlier in the week and would be joining us for the festivities.
“Good, then at least we get to sleep in.” He sighed. “Kenna?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t want to live with our parents again.”
“I know,” I replied. “But you have to let me talk to Alys first.”
He nodded, looking off in the distance.
“What happened between you two?”
His eyes shifted to the ground, and he flushed. “Caught on to that, have you?”
“A little.”
He sighed again. “Look, it’s nothing to worry about. I don’t love her any less, and we’d never let it come between all of us. I had thought that something was there once, but I was wrong, and we’ve moved on.”
“So, you don’t think she’ll be hard to convince to have you move in with us then?”
He shrugged. “I don’t see why she should. She’s never there anyway.” He tried to sound nonchalant, but I could hear a hint of bitterness.
“Is it going to be hard for you to be working with X?”
He shook his head. “No. That guy…he’s fuckin’ awesome. I love him like a brother already. If I had to choose someone for Alys, it would be him.”
“Okay.”
“Just…don’t say anything, okay?”
“It’s not my place to say anything to anyone about whatever this is.”
“Thanks.”
We ended up having lunch before buying all the ingredients for a surf ’n’ turf dinner. Once back home, I