“And steal my thunder? No fucking way. He told me you refused to buy it for him.”
“Did he? Did he also tell you that I refused to buy it, because I have to pay for other shit, like food and the roof over his head?”
“God, you’re so fucking dramatic. Whatever. I’ll just bring the game to him tomorrow.” She spins on her heel and stomps to her car.
When she pulls off I turn to face Gareth and rest my hands against his waist and he tips his head down to look at me. “We’ll talk about the bills and stuff when I move in,” I give in hoping to ease some of the anger I can feel coming off him in waves. He closes his arms around me and I tip my head back. “Let’s just go get ready and try to have a good night tonight.”
“Yeah.” He dips his head, touching his mouth to mine briefly before leading me into the house.
When we get inside, Lidia leaves after saying she will be over tomorrow afternoon, and Gareth goes to make sure the boys are getting ready. I go to the bedroom, taking my bag with me, and shower quickly. Gareth comes in to take a shower while I’m curling my hair and leaves before I start my makeup. With my hair finished and my makeup done, I leave the bathroom to get dressed.
Once I put my heels on, I go back into the bathroom to check myself out in the mirror over the sink. Since there isn’t a full-length mirror in the house, I stand on my tiptoes trying to get the whole look. The black simple halter-top jumpsuit is a lot like the dress I wore on Gareth’s and my first date. It doesn’t show a lot of skin, but it’s still sexy in a sophisticated kind of way especially with my makeup and red lipstick.
“Jesus,” Gareth rumbles, and I find him standing in the doorway. I swallow as he walks toward me, devouring me with his eyes. “You look gorgeous.” His arms wrap around my hips and he drags me against him.
“Thank you. You look handsome.” I rest my hands against the smooth navy blue material of his dress shirt and his hands palm my ass.
“I know you said you want to go out with your girls tomorrow, and I’m cool with that, but you should know Mitchell is staying with a friend and Max is going to spend the night with his mom, so the house is ours.”
“I’ll make sure it’s an early night,” I say immediately.
“That’d be good.” He slides his nose across mine then my cheek to my ear, where he nips softly. “I’m still fucking you tonight.” His eyes drop to my feet briefly. “In nothing but those heels and that lipstick.”
“I’m good with that.” I move my hands to his shoulders panting and tingling in a few specific places. I lean deeper into him pressing my tits against his chest watching his eyes darken.
“We should go,” he says but he doesn’t move to let me go instead he lowers his head and kisses me so wet, and so deep that I’m breathless and weak-kneed when he drags his mouth from mine. “Meet you in the living room,” he says gruffly, wiping his hand against his mouth as he leaves. It takes me a minute to get myself together and when I finally do fix my lipstick then leave the bedroom knowing one way or another tonight will end well for me.
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“I just can’t get over how handsome you both are. Aren’t they both so handsome?” Mom looks at my dad, and he gives her a non-committal grunt, which makes Mitchell and Max laugh.
“Mom, can you not freak out my boys with your craziness please?”
“Your boys? Oh, I love that.” She beams, and I fight the need to roll my eyes then feel a hand come to rest against my lower back.
I look over my shoulder at Gareth, and he nods toward the front door of the restaurant. “Our table is ready.”
“Yay. I, for one, am starving,” Mom says dramatically as we move through the crowd to get inside.
“Me too,” Max tells her, and she smiles down at him like he’s her new best friend.
“You are just like your mom,” Mitchell whispers, and I turn and mock glare at him as the hostess signals for us to follow her to the same staircase we went up last time we were here.
“Take that back,” I order.
“No way, it’s true. You’re both nuts,” he keeps whispering, and I hear my dad chuckle and Gareth make a noise like he’s trying not to.
“Just wait. You already said I could come to your next meet, and because of that comment, I’m going to totally embarrass you by screaming and acting a fool every time it’s your turn to run,” I threaten, and he grins then shrugs like he doesn’t care.