Dangerous Temptations

“Yes. Stop pressuring me, old man.”

He laughed. “Better do it soon. Your mother is beginning to catch on.”

“How?” I pierced him with a look. “What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything!” he said, assuming a hurt expression.

My mother walked over to stand on my other side. “Michael, the sun is setting soon. The colors in the sky are beautiful right now.”

I looked between my mother and father. “You told her, you rat bastard!”

“She knew! She’s tracking me! I can’t go anywhere without her knowing.”

With a roll of my eyes, I focused back in on my mom. “Do not say a word. Not even a slip of the tongue.”

Lifting her hand up to her mouth, she motioned as if she were zipping her lips and tossing the key.

“If only, Mom. If only.”

She hit me on the chest as Dad laughed.

I looked down at my watch. The steaks would be done soon, and the sun was beginning to set in the sky. When Sydney handed Penelope back to Karen, I made my way over to her.

“Hey, beautiful,” I said, leaning down and kissing her gently on the cheek.

“Hey back at you.”

“Do you want to take a walk with me before we eat?”

Sydney’s cheeks turned a beautiful shade of pink. I’d quickly learned that even when she was happy, she blushed ever so slightly. I loved that about her.

“I’d love to.”

Taking her hand, we started down the path in the back of my parents’ house. When Mom had moved back to Boston, they bought a house outside of town that sat on three acres. They wanted their grandchildren to have space to run around and be kids. It came with a path that meandered in the woods behind the house. It led to a hilltop that had a beautiful view to the west and had already impressed us with the sunsets.

“How is your back?” I asked, trying not to chuckle.

Sydney groaned. “Your mother!”

This time I couldn’t hold it in as I thought back to last night.

“Mike Murphy, we cannot have sex in your parents’ house!” Sydney whispered, attempting to push me off her.

“Why not? They had sex in my house! Besides, they’re downstairs on the other side of the house. They’ll never hear us.”

She smiled. “Probably not if they’re doing the deed, too.”

I felt my dick deflate some. “What did we say we would never, ever speak of again?”