“You think you can hold my weight?”
She shrugs. “Probably not, but we can just tie it to the side table.” She glances over at it and I do the same. My side tables are basically just a box with a small drawer; they don’t even weigh twenty pounds each.
“I see you’ve got jokes this morning.” I laugh, placing my hands on the bed on either side of her, and lean down to kiss her quickly before saying, “I’m sorry about this.”
“It’s not a big deal.” She rests her hand on my chest. “I’ve already prepared myself for meeting them. I’ll be okay.”
“No, I’m sorry I don’t get to spend all morning in bed and in you.” I slide my fingers along the tops of her breasts exposed just above the blanket.
“Well then, I guess I’m sorry too.” Her nose scrunches up. “There’s still tomorrow, right?”
“Even if I have to tie you to the bed, toss our phones, and board up the doors and windows, we are not leaving this bed tomorrow unless it’s to eat. ”
“I like the way you think.” She grins then puts pressure on my chest. “Now, let me up. I need to get dressed so I can meet your parents.”
I don’t budge; instead, I drop my face closer to her. “You sure you’re okay with this?”
Her face softens and her hand comes up to rest against my jaw. “I’m sure, or as sure as I can be.” She touches her mouth to mine briefly. “All of this is new for me, but I think—with talking about things—I’m becoming a little better at accepting… well, everything.”
The word everything is heavy, and I pull her up against me. “Good.”
“Now, let me up before your parents think we’re in here…” Her cheeks turn pink as her words taper off.
“Think we’re what?” I smirk, and her eyes drop to my mouth.
“You’re such a jerk.” She laughs, shoving against my chest and getting off the bed.
I roll to my back and then my side so I can watch her walk across the room.
“Baby, you gotta know it’s adorable how shy you are when I’m not inside you.”
“Honey.” She stops to look at me over her shoulder. “You have to know how annoying you are whenever you open your mouth.”
I don’t know if it’s the word honey, the small smile on her lips, or the look in her eyes. All I know is my chest tightens and the urge to kick my parents out and spend the day inside her almost overwhelms me. I get off the bed and adjust my cock, and her eyes drop to it. “Go on before my parents really do start to wonder what we’re doing in here.” When she licks her bottom lip I groan. “Go baby, then meet me in the kitchen when you’re ready.”
“Okay.” She swallows hard then turns and disappears into the bathroom.
I pull in a few deep breaths, getting myself under control before I open the door to the bedroom and head for the kitchen. My mom is standing in front of the open fridge, and Dad’s sitting on a stool at the island, sipping from a cup of coffee.
As soon as my mom sees me, her eyes fill with panic. “You have nothing in your fridge to make for breakfast.”
“Mom—”
“Don’t Mom me, Cobi,” she cuts me off, shutting the fridge door. “What kind of man has a woman staying with him and nothing to cook for her?”
“I have a box of pancake mix in the pantry.”
“Oh.” She goes to the pantry and opens it up, and when she finds the box of mix, relief fills her features.
“Mom, are you nervous?”
“Of course not.” She huffs. “Why in the world would I be nervous? I have nothing to be nervous about,” she rambles, and Dad chuckles.
I go to where she’s now dumping an excessive amount of mix into a bowl and wrap my arm around her shoulders. “It’s going to be fine. Hadley is going to love you.”
She looks up at me and blows out a breath. “I’ve never met one of your girlfriends before. Up until a couple days ago, I was wondering if you were….” I frown at her, and her eyes slide away briefly. “Well, if you were, I would have been okay with that too, just so you know.”
“I’m not, but I’m glad to know you’re open to that, since your daughter is.”
“Really?” Her eyes search mine. “That’s why she’s not dating either.” She looks so relieved that I almost feel bad for my lie.
“Stop fucking with your mom,” Dad mutters, and I look at him to see he’s chuckling. I smile right before I grunt when Mom hits me in the stomach hard.
“God, I do not know how I deal with you guys.” She pulls away from me and goes back to dumping more mix in the bowl. “The two of you are just alike, and both of you do my head in.”