With everything out of the way and most of the prep work done for tomorrow, food wise, Kinsley and I made our way to bed. Both of us tired, but needing one another with a fierceness.
It’s not even about the sex most days, it’s about her presence. Not to say our sex isn’t off the charts, because it is. Kinsley and I are both insatiable for each other. Which is why when she asked me to join her in the shower, who was I to deny her request.
I got to see my woman wet, naked, with bubbles cascading down her body, and I was the one to put them there.
When her hands found my body, it was game over. I took her against the shower wall, just like I fantasized from the very beginning.
Now we’re lying in bed, her head on my chest, ear to my heart, and me playing with her hair.
“I think today was a success, don’t you?” she asks, not moving a muscle.
“Absolutely, it was never a doubt in my mind that things would be bad. That was you jumping to conclusions,” I tease.
“I know, I’m sorry I was such a mess worrying about everything the other day,” she lifts up her body, her hair hanging down, concealing the heavy sway of her breasts, fuck, what Kinsley does to me. When she moves a certain way, I get a glimpse of nipples, they’re pebbled, and my mouth is salivating for another taste of them.
“Well if you really want to apologize, I can think of other ways to make that happen,” I wink.
“Oh Mr. Drake, the things I’m going to do to you,” she chides.
I’m flat on my back, she moves a leg over my hip, straddling me, and I know there will be no sleep happening tonight.
No, my woman is feeling frisky, and who am I to deny her.
31
Kinsley
Everyone is here, my parents and Luke’s mom. She invited Michelle to come along, but she was busy with her own kids today.
Luke is beyond organized, he tried to make it like I was helping him last night with preparing the food, but really it was all him. It gave us minimal things to do this morning and ample time to lounge around until noon when he started the grill.
Now Luke and my dad are shooting the shit while grilling, us girls are inside pulling out the sides and appetizers when my mom drops the question. You know the question, the question of all question.
“So, when are you and Luke getting married,” I cough, trying to unclog my throat after biting into a carrot.
“Mom,” I say with exasperation.
“I’d like to know that as well, dear,” Bea says.
“Well, we’ve talked about what kind of wedding we’d like, and how we’d raise our kids when we have them. But, we’re taking our time. When it happens, it happens. You two will be the first ones to know and well, Daddy of course too,” I respond.
I escape after the questions continue, my dad will rescue me, and if not, I’ll hide out with Luke.
“Daddy, Mom is being crazy,” both men look at me, laughing. “Luke, that goes for your mom too. You have difficult questions to answer to next. I’d hide if I were you,” my hands are flapping in the wind as I state the obvious, everyone knows what Bea and my mother will be doing next. If we wanted to elope there would be no chance in hell of that happening.
“I bet you a hundred dollars, those two are in there planning a wedding, that we won’t even know about,” I say.
“You’re probably right, your mom’s been planning your wedding since you were a little girl” daddy says.
“Well, at least all the details will be out of the way,” Luke shrugs his shoulders.
“Laugh it up, funny boy. We’ll see who will be wearing a velvet suit,” I laugh, as he visibly cringes.
“No, I won’t. We’ll just go elope when they aren’t watching,” he murmurs into my ear.
“I heard that, don’t be getting any ideas, just yet,” my dad states.
I roll my eyes, “Is the food ready? Maybe if we eat, they can focus on something else.”
“Yeah baby, it is. I love you, Kinsley,” Luke tells me.
“I love you, but if you don’t rescue me if they gang up on me, I’m going to sleep on the couch,” I grunt.
“I’ll smack your ass, you threaten me with that. You sleep in my arms, Kinsley.” I’m really glad dad went inside, the heat coming from Luke’s eyes tells me he means business.
“Oh,” our gazes are locked, nothing could make us drift apart right now. That is until Bea says, “Yoo-hoo we’re ready to eat.”
I faceplant in Luke’s chest, and he laughs as he takes the food off the grill.
32
Luke
Kinsley doesn’t know part of the reason I asked to take her parents back to their RV this morning was because I wanted to ask both of them if I could have her hand in marriage. Kinsley has an old-fashioned soul, something I spotted the minute I met her.