Coming Home For Her

“Not really. She was tipsy, and I distracted her for you.” He winks at me. I have to admit that this fucker is growing on me. He’s more down to earth than I thought he'd be. “Your mom is going to blow your cover.”

I’d texted her before we headed this way, telling her she needed to keep her cool or she’s going to scare Carey. I was hoping the last part would help. I give her a look that has her catching herself. Only for a moment.

“Just think. I bet you’re next, Carey.” Mom beams at her.

“She does have a date to the wedding,” Angel points out.

“What?” Mom asks. She’s going to burst. There is no way my mom is going to make it after that comment.

“Peter can’t make it,” Carey quickly cuts in.

“Time for dinner?” Logan’s hand comes down on my shoulder, taking over the conversation.

“Yeah, I think we’re done here. Did you pack a bag for after dinner?” I hear Angel ask as she slips her arm through Carey’s.

“Crap. I forgot I was supposed to sleep over.” Carey peeks over her shoulder at me. I give her a nod. I can’t tell if my response disappoints her or not.

Seeing her and Angel together I know they need this. This is me showing some control. I need her to see that I can at times. Plus I know that Logan’s place is safe or I wouldn’t even consider letting her stay there. I mean, of course I’ll be staying there as well, but I’ll keep that to myself for now.

“Hope you have a guest room.”

“I thought we'd have a slumber party in the movie room.” He smirks at me.

“You’re full of shit. When those girls pass out, you’re going in for Angel.” He shrugs. “We’ll talk more at the restaurant,” I tell him. We part ways to get our girls before they try and steal a ride together.

“I said you stick to me.” I hold her coat open that I snagged off the chair earlier. She steps into it.

“And how is that going to work after dinner?” she asks, ignoring me.

“Don’t worry. I’ll figure it out.” We round the side of my truck. When I don’t see anyone, I grab her, lifting her off her feet and pinning her to the side of my truck for a kiss. She wraps herself around me and lets me take what I want, the same way I had earlier in her bedroom. It’s been over an hour since I’ve gotten a taste of her, and I need another fix or I’ll never make it through dinner.

I don’t know what came over me this afternoon. I wanted to taste her, but it was all so fucking much. So much need for so long came pouring out of me, and I couldn't get enough of her. I wanted to consume her. The sight of her laid out in that bed naked with her cunt wet and begging for my attention was my undoing. I couldn’t stop myself from tasting her or feeling her innocence. I wanted it to be mine, so I took it.

She wasn't even pissed about it either, again showing me she is way too good for me. But as she kisses me back and gives me what I want, she feeds the beast inside of me. If I thought I’d lost control before, I had no idea what was to come. Because now I’ll stop at nothing to make her mine forever.

12

Carey

I can feel Beau’s eyes on me as we all enjoy dinner together. It’s nice to see him act this way. He keeps stealing small touches whenever he can. I don’t think anyone else is noticing, but my body is. Each time his fingers graze mine or his body brushes against me, I’m back in my bedroom with his head between my legs. My mind only wants to think about what he does to me.

He’s definitely getting bolder as the minutes pass. I try to continue following the conversation at the table while his hand slowly creeps up my thigh. Thank God my napkin is on my lap. The ache that’s been growing is now at the point of being unbearable. I swear I let out a small moan but instantly cover it with a cough. But I know he heard me because his grip tightens on me.

“Are you okay?” Elizabeth asks me from across the table, breaking me from all of my dirty thoughts of her son. I don’t even look over at Beau because I know he’s probably loving the fact that he’s got me all worked up. It doesn’t help that his hand hasn’t moved either. Well, two can play at that game.

“I’m fine.” I reach over and pick up my glass of water. I take a sip to try and buy myself some time. “It was just a little tickle in my throat.” I place the glass back down. She smiles at me and then continues talking to her husband.