“We’re here!” Mack’s mom called, striding toward us. “I swear, the last few hours are always the longest when you’re headed home.”
“Hey, Ma,” Mack said, meeting her at the bottom of the steps for a hug.
“You look good,” she said, kissing his cheek.
He took a step back and gestured to me. “This is Rose.”
“Hi, Rose,” she said, reaching out to shake my hand. “I’m Louise.”
“It’s nice to finally meet you,” I said, as she used her opposite hand to pat the top of our shaking ones.
“I’ll save your kisses for when you know me better,” she said with a smile.
“Thank Christ,” Mack mumbled.
“Hey,” I said, elbowing him in the side as Louise let go of my hand. “I like kisses.”
“I’ll give you all the kisses you need,” he shot back, making my face go red as his mom laughed merrily.
“Lou,” Mack’s dad called as he came toward us with Kara hanging on his back like a monkey. “Have you seen Kara? I can’t find her anywhere.”
“Grandpa,” Kara said with a sigh. “That stopped being funny when I was five.”
“Did you hear something?” his dad joked as he reached us. “You must be Rose. I’m Howie.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said, shaking his hand.
“Lou try to kiss you yet?” he asked, his eyes twinkling. “She’s a kisser.”
“Not yet,” I replied. “But the night is young.”
“You’re gonna scare her off,” Mack said, moving forward to give his dad a hug as Kara dropped from his back. “Good to see you, Dad.”
“Likewise,” Howie said gruffly, patting Mack’s shoulder.
We followed Mack’s parents back into the house, and I felt the tension in my shoulders fade away. I wasn’t sure if Howie and Louise would like me, but I already knew I liked them.
* * *
“Give me that sound I like,” Mack murmured against my ear as his fingers found my clit. His hips slapped against my ass as he thrust, and I pressed my cheek against the bed, my hands fisted in the sheet. “Come on, baby. No one can hear you.”
I stubbornly refused to give him what he asked for and felt him chuckle against my neck. Sliding my hand underneath my hips, I reached back as far as I could and cupped his balls, using my middle finger to rub the spot right behind them.
I smiled as Mack groaned.
“Playin’ dirty,” he muttered, his hips moving faster.
“You like it dirty,” I gasped back. I held my breath for just a moment, and that’s when my orgasm hit hard. I couldn’t have stopped the moan that fell from my lips if I’d tried.
“That’s the noise I wanted,” Mack said through gritted teeth. Seconds later, he was coming, too.
I fell onto my belly as Mack’s hands slid around my sides and swept feather-light up my back.
“Gonna take care of this condom,” he said as he pulled out. He leaned down and kissed the space between my shoulder blades before crawling off the bed. “’Cause as soon as I lay down, I’m gonna pass the fuck out.”
“Water,” I mumbled, reaching blindly for my glass on the nightstand.
I leaned up and took a sip, then sighed as I pushed myself up to find my underwear. I was all about sleeping naked, but not with Mack’s parents and Kara sleeping right outside in the RV. They were planning on camping in one of the local parks, but by the time we got done visiting, it had been too late for them to go looking for a spot.
“Whatcha doin’?” Mack asked as he walked back into the room.
“Putting some clothes back on,” I replied, staring as I stepped into my underwear. “But feel free to sleep naked.”
Mack laughed. “Nah, I’ll put some shorts on. You want a shirt?”
“I can use this one,” I said, lifting the shirt I’d stripped him out of.
I sputtered as he smacked it playfully out of my hand.
“That one reeks,” he said, laughing. “I was sweatin’ in it all day. I’ll get you a fresh one.”
By the time we climbed into bed, I was yawning.
“Told you they’d like you,” Mack said as he pulled me against his chest. “They’re cool.”
“Cool is an understatement,” I replied. “Your parents are freaking magical.”
He chuckled. “How so?”
“They just wander around the US, no destination in mind, living like freaking vagabonds,” I said in wonder. “And they make friends everywhere. Did you hear your mom telling us about that guy they found in Yellowstone that they’re pen pals with now? Who does that?”
“Louise does that,” Mack replied. “That guy’s probably wondering what the fuck he got himself into.”
“He writes her back!”
“Guilt,” he said jokingly. “They’re lucky they’ve got a fantastic son that forwards their mail to ’em whenever they stay in one place long enough.”
“Well, I think they’re awesome,” I said firmly. “They love you guys.”
“Of course they do,” Mack replied easily.