He scowls. “What? Yes, we had great fucking sex twice, and you also got a double blowjob, so shouldn’t you be relaxed and happy? Besides, Candy’s mom said earlier today we need to fuck Candy more. I’m just saying we did. That should put their mind at ease.”
Ohmygod.
“You fucked my daughter,” Dad says, his voice heavy.
I think I’m about to hyperventilate.
“She’s our girlfriend,” Jet points out, leaning forward, his dark gaze challenging. “What did you think we’d be doing together, playing chess?”
“You know what I do to guys who say things like that about my daughter?” Dad goes on.
Joel growls, his hands clenching on the table. “You be careful what you say next.”
“You don’t need to defend me,” Jet says.
“I’m not so sure about that,” Joel replies. “You’re digging yourself deeper with every word.”
“Could you guys please stop with this?” I’m mortified and on my way to spontaneous self-combustion.
Mom, though, has perked up at this turn of the conversation. “I want to hear more. How did you do it? Was it good?” She bats her lashes at Jet. “Please don’t stop on account of my husband.”
My face is honest to God blistering. “Mom, why can’t you leave this be? Why are we discussing who is fucking me and how we did it? After all these years, what do you care about how often I orgasm and how many men I do it with?”
A dense, pregnant silence spreads around me, a silence deeper than expected.
It takes me a moment to realize the whole restaurant has fallen silent an
d is staring.
At me.
I push my chair back. “Excuse me.”
Blindly, I rush toward the back of the restaurant and the sanctum of the bathroom, wishing this day—well, okay, apart from the totally awesome, toe-curling sex—hadn’t happened.
***
“What’s the matter?” Jet asks, wrapping me up in his arms.
“You shouldn’t be in the ladies’ bathrooms,” I sniffle, my voice muffled against his chest, his spicy, musky scent wafting from the well-worn cotton of this T-shirt, filling my senses.
“Psht. I’m secure in my sexuality,” Jet says, a hint of laughter in his voice. “Now tell me why you’re crying. Was it something I said?”
“What do you think?” I say accusingly.
“Your mom keeps bringing sex up. I thought it was cool. But whatever. I didn’t peg your parents as overly strict or mean.”
“They’re not.” That only makes me cry harder. “They’re good parents, but my mom is unhappy with my dad because he doesn’t give her what she wants in bed, and maybe she’ll leave him. Oh Jet…”
“Shush.” He rocks me a little. “Is this why you’re crying?”
Is it?
Before I can decide, another pair of arms come around us.
“Is she okay?” Joel asks, concern in his voice, his scent mingling with Jet’s, and I inhale deeply, feeling calmer.
“Not sure.” Jet wipes my cheeks with his thumbs. “Candy, are you pregnant?”