“Oh, my goodness.”
“Fuck,” I say aloud. My fist slams down on my bed multiple times as I continue to swear.
“So, that’s your mom.”
“Yep, and I guarantee she’s picking up my living room, doing my dishes, and waiting for us to come out.”
“Oh.”
I turn to look at the beauty lying next to me. I can’t imagine what she’s going through, although I have to say I’d rather get caught by my mom and not Nola’s Dad. There’s something about a dad catching his daughter getting laid that doesn’t sit well with men.
Sliding next to her, I kiss her temple. “I know it’s early, and we just started this thing between us, but do you want to meet my mom? If not, I’ll send her away.”
“Yeah, sure. I mean, she’s seen my tits, might as well know my name.”
I laugh and pull her on top of me. Like the devil himself, I’m ready to finish the deed, and because I have no self-control, I push my hips into her.
“Stop,” she says, swatting my chest.
“Just the tip? Now that I’ve had you, I can’t resist you.”
Nola sits up. The sheet pools around her naked body and instantly my hands go to her chest. Fuck me. This woman is a goddess and if I play my cards right, she’ll be mine. “How about I tell my mother to go away? This way, I can finish what I started.”
She shakes her head. “First impressions are important and right now, I’m not making a very good one with your mother and I’d really like to.” Nola leans forward, dangling her glorious breasts over my chest. “Quinn, take me to meet your mother.”
“Anything for you.”
26
Eleanora
As much as I hate it, I slide out from under Quinn, pulling the top sheet with me to cover up, and scramble to pick my clothes up off the floor. I don’t look at him when he sighs or when his bare feet come into view while I’m on my knees, looking for my shirt. A shirt that doesn’t seem to be anywhere on his bedroom floor.
“Have you seen my shirt?” I ask, without looking at him. I imagine his hand is pushing through his hair. Hair that I had between my fingers not so long ago until his mother… Oh, my God… his mother! “Quinn, please help me find my shirt,” I say in complete panic.
“I think it’s in the living room.”
Nothing but pure dread washes over me. I want to cry. I’m beyond embarrassed that we were caught. Who doesn’t lock their door? This is freaking Los Angeles for goodness sakes. And, I’m horrified. So, freaking disgusted with myself right now. Not only because his mom caught us, but because when he wanted to finish, bareback, I almost let him. What the hell is wrong with me? Who can even think about sex after that? Apparently, Quinn and me. It seems that we have no morals or values right now.
“You’re kidding, right?” I stand and cinch the sheet tighter. “How am I supposed to go out there and meet your mom? She already knows we’re screwing and now I have to walk out there like this?” I point to myself to add emphasis.
Quinn doesn’t smile. He doesn’t even frown. He continues to look at me with contempt in his eyes.
“What?” I ask.
“This wasn’t just sex for me, Nola. I really like you.”
“Okay.”
He steps forward. “No, not okay. I’ve never introduced anyone to my parents before and I know getting caught isn’t the way to meet my mom, but…” He pauses and closes the gap between us. One of his hands is on my hip, pulling me closer, while the other is under my chin, tipping my face up so he can look into my eyes. If I weren’t nervous, I’d be melting into his embrace. “I really like you and would love for you to meet my mom.”
“Okay,” I whisper. “But I don’t have a shirt, Quinn.”
“Would you like to wear one of mine?”
No, because it’s so obvious, but I guess his mother already knows, given that she walked in on us. She’s seen my boobs. Oh, Lord help me, she’s seen my freaking boobs. I’m going to hell in a handbasket right now. His mom is going to hate me.
I nod, and he leans down to kiss me. “We should get out there,” I say after he pulls away.