“Sounded nice, didn’t they?” The grin on her face is ridiculously proud.
I push my pants down, but pause. “Have you faked with me before?”
Deanna props herself up on her elbows. Her face is completely serious now. “No. I don’t fake.”
“Good.” Now naked, I grab her ankles and pull her forward. I lift each ankle and kiss them one at a time. “Darlin’.”
She hums.
“You said something tonight.” I kiss further up her legs, crawling onto the bed as I do so.
She huffs. “Can we forget about it?” she asks, clearly expecting me to tease her some more.
“No,” I state simply. She lifts her head, but it falls as I lie over her body, which tenses slightly beneath mine. “Tell me.”
Her inhale is shaky. Her hands tremble as she grabs my face. She’s obviously nervous, but the fact that she’s going through with it anyway? Turns me the hell on and makes me proud as hell of her. “For some reason, I love you. Happy?”
I nod and kiss her. Slowly. Thoroughly. Deeply. I kiss her until she releases one of those moans I heard earlier, only this time, it’s real. “I love you too, darlin’.”
She gasps softly. Did she honestly not expect that? Her short bursts of air hit my face. She seems frozen. So, I lean down and kiss her again. Her hips press into mine, a reminder that we’re skin to skin. I lean over to find a condom, groaning when I feel her hand wrap around my cock. Deanna pushes me to lie on my back and straddles my thighs.
“Tell me,” she demands.
“I love you.”
The slow rise of her lips as she strokes me is the best damn sight I’ve ever had before me. I hope to see it often throughout the rest of my life.
“Hello.” Mom’s voice is stiff and formal. I haven’t talked to her since I hung up on her after calling when I was pissed off over her talking to Deanna.
“Hey, Mom. How are you doing?”
“Just fine.”
“Good. I’m sorry for how things turned out in our last conversation and for talking to you like I did. I had just left Deanna’s. I know better than to call someone while I’m still pissed. Anyway, I’m sorry.”
Mom is quiet for a full ten seconds, probably hoping I’m sweating over whether she’ll forgive me or not. “Apology accepted. I’m assuming you and Deanna worked things out since you called me to apologize.”
“Yeah, we did.”
“Good. Christmas is coming up, you know.”
“Yes. You’re coming, right?”
“Well, I was wondering if you and Deanna would like to come here.”
“I don’t know; I can ask.” Why does she want us to come there anyway? I normally fly her here.
“Please do.”
Mom and I talk for a few more minutes before we hang up. Something is off for her to want me to go back home. Or maybe I’m being crazy. I call Deanna.
“I miss you,” she answers.
“Bad day?”
“Not really. Just miss you.”
“I’ll be home in a few days. What are you doing?” I ask.