Nodding my head in satisfaction, I could admire a gorgeous backside despite having a boyfriend. I had eyes, didn’t I? Snickering a little, I started to back away when my name drifted into the room from the hallway.
“Darling,” Mom followed up with, basically screaming and making this guy twitch. “Can you get me my terry cloth bathrobe out of the bedroom!”
Okay, so she instantly woke this guy up, and upon him turning, I got full view of his entire cock when he eased that big body around to face the direction of the noise. In fact, I was so distracted by his length and how it clearly curved up and hit the first section of some seriously toned abs that I missed his face completely. It wasn’t until I heard my name again, a husky and curious “Billie?,” that my gaze shot up, and I instantly dropped all the clothing in my hands.
I dropped his clothing, my eyes twitching wide as I stared at a pair of baby blues.
LJ’s smile was coy as he looked at me, and when my mom called my name again, asking what the hold up was, his gaze veered in the direction of the open door only moments before finding me again. Something of a wicked gleam hit his sleep-laced eyes as he stared at me and tucking one of those big arms under his head, he winked.
“So beauty queen is the daughter,” he said, and like that, realization flashed. He bounced thick eyebrows beneath his bedhead. “Unexpected but a nice little surprise. You come to join us, or…”
He actually spread out his legs, his junk on full display, and jerking, I screamed my mom’s name so loud that they had to have heard me on the other side of the world. I stormed out of her room, slamming the door, and by the time I came down the hall, she had the door open again, poking her head outside.
“Oh my God, honey. What’s wrong?”
“There is a guy. That guy.” Literally freaking out, I was shaking. I shot a finger in the direction of her room. “Why is that guy in your room?”
This had to be a trick, a sick joke in front of my eyes but when my mom smiled just as devilish as LJ had I thought I’d be sick to my damn stomach.
She pulled wet hair out of her face. “Really, honey. I don’t need to explain how all this works to you, do I?” she asked, giggling a little before poking her head out more. “And isn’t he cute? I met him at a friend’s party last night. He’s a little on the youngish side, but…”
“Young!” I nearly growled, working my hair through my hands. “Mom, he’s what? Twenty?” He was too young for me, let alone her. At least, maturity wise. I groaned. “Mom—”
“I’m twenty-one actually.” LJ came sauntering down the hall like the sex god he believed he was in nothing but a pair of jeans and a wicked grin, his arms stretched above his head before he dropped his hands in his perfect hair. It literally looked like he styled it that way on purpose, working a few fingers threw it before propping his muscular arm on the wall. He had his T-shirt in his hands and winked at me before angling forward and pressing a kiss to my mom’s cheek. “Morning, gorgeous. You sleep well?”
The whole thing had me about to throw up in my mouth, and I got a look from Mom who obviously couldn’t understand what all the freak-out was about. After the kiss, he grabbed her hand, and I actually did cover my mouth to hold back the chunks. I whisper-shrieked. “Mom, you need to get tested. Now. You have no idea where that’s been.”
This guy was everywhere and probably had sex in the classroom the other day with those two women he had in the back.
LJ gave no reaction at all to what I said, but the audacity of the statement clearly bothered my mother. She smacked me right on the arm. “Apologize to Lance.”
“It’s cool, Gen,” he said, already on a short named basis with my mom. The only person who called my mom anything other than Genevieve had been my dad, and they’d been married for over twenty years.
Oh, God. Thoughts of LJ somehow becoming my stepdad serious made me ill, and I dizzied, actually holding on to the wall. Mom hit me again out of my stupor.
“Now, you stop it,” she said, before taking LJ’s hand again. Once in his mitts, he gave a kiss on the back that worked that flush up in her cheeks about ten dials and did nothing short of heat an inferno in me. “You gonna stay for breakfast? I’m making my rude daughter and I chocolate chip pancakes.”
Good God now she was feeding us like we both were her kids. Ugh! I was going to lose it. I was going to fucking lose my shit, but gratefully, he turned her down.
“Can’t, babe,” he said, truly gagging me. He brushed a finger under her chin, their fingers still laced. “Already got classwork for this week. Probably better get to it. I have a feeling one of my TAs is going to be riding my ass all term.”
He dashed perfect eyebrows up at me after that, and Mom frowned.
“Ah, a shame,” she whined. “Why are they always so hard on you guys?”
“No idea. But don’t want to give her a reason to hate me all semester.”
I already did, the fiery flames of Hades only hotter than what I felt brewing inside me right now. I wanted to kill him, ruin his entire world where he stood, and after he pulled her in, giving her a little hug from where she stood behind the door, I thought I would.
“We had a good time, though?” he questioned to her, and she nodded only too quick. He grinned again. “Good. Hope to see you around at another event.”
He was letting my mom down easy clearly, and I only didn’t fight that because he was letting my mom down. The whole thing was disgusting, and after letting her go and a quick nod at me, he took his leave. Mom angled her head out a little, watching him stride down the hallway. She waved a hand. “Go make sure he gets out okay.”
Oh, I definitely would, stalking down the hallway and right after him down the stairs. LJ’s legs were longer than mine, so it took me almost gettin
g to the front door before I could grab him. He was working on his shirt when I tugged him around, and chuckling, he dropped his arms. He’d only gotten the shirt partially on at this point, half his chiseled frame hanging out of it. He lifted his hands. “I mean, we could do this in the hall,” he said, stalking when he backed me up against the wall. He pressed arms on either side of my head. “But I’d have preferred to have you in my bed, beauty queen.”
Completely mortified, I shoved at his body, and he barked another chuckle, smirking at me before pulling his shirt all the way down. I sneered. “Seriously, you have no boundaries. Screwing my mom?”