Sexy Six (The Bennett Brothers 2)

She opens her mouth right as there’s banging, followed by a high-pitched, “Yoo-hoo! Anyone here? Sharon? Grace?”

Grace’s eyes start to bulge, and she struggles to move. “Oh my God! That’s Mary Cobb,” she hisses, panic written all over her face.

“Babe, I’m still inside you.” I wince when she pushes back on the counter and twists out of my reach. My cock bobs free, the cold air hitting it painfully.

“Put that away. Get dressed!” She points to my dick.

“Are you back here?” Footsteps sound on the wooden floors, getting closer.

“Do something!” She waves her hands frantically. “I’m not wearing panties. I can’t face that woman.”

“What do you want me to do?” I zip my shorts and make sure my shirt is straight.

“Go stall her! She’s probably here to see you anyway. Please, Nick. I’ll save you as soon as I find my panties.”

I spot the scrap of white on the floor and pick them up, knowing they’re ruined. “I tore them off you.”

“Okay, well, go introduce yourself and give me a minute to clean up.”

“Is anyone home?” Mary is no more than a few feet away, so I tuck the torn material in my pocket and go to head her off before she can enter the kitchen.

“Hello?” I call out, walking to the dining room.

Mary is not alone; she’s with who I assume is her granddaughter, the same woman Grace told me Pledge was caught with in the barn. I immediately feel dirty when she openly ogles me up and down then licks her lips hungrily. It’s probably meant to be sexy, but she fails. This woman has ‘skank’ written all over her.

“Hi, I’m Nick.” I go to Mary, offering my hand.

“Nick! So nice to meet you. Sharon mentioned you and Grace were friends.” She puts emphasis on friends snidely. “I’m Mary Cobb, a dear friend of the family.”

“Nice to meet you, Mary.” I try to pull my hand away, which only makes her clasp it tighter.

“And this is my beautiful granddaughter, Sheri Cobb.” Mary takes my hand and places it in Sheri’s. I grit my teeth to keep from cringing.

Right on cue, Grace’s voice sounds behind me.

“Mary, what a surprise! I didn’t know you were coming over this morning. Mom already left for the festival. You should have called, and I could have saved you the trip. Hello, Sheri.” Grace’s southern drawl is back and sugary as ever. There’s a bite to her tone.

I’m able to get my hand free, so I step back to put my arm around Grace, folding her close and kissing the top of her head. It’s an intimate move, meant to send a message.

Move on, Mary. I’m not just a friend.

Mary’s eyes widen then flash with annoyance before she speaks. “Well, we’re here now, so why don’t we all ride to the festival together.”

“That’s so kind of you, but we’re not quite ready to go yet.”

“We can wait a bit. I’m sure Nick wouldn’t mind hanging out with us while you do whatever it is you need to do.” Mary gives her a dismissive wave. “And besides, you know how parking is a nightmare.”

Grace tenses, digging her fingernails into my lower back, then clears her throat with a gargled sound.

“Actually, Nick and I have a designated spot at the Mayor’s office, so parking is not a problem for us. But before you go, let me give you your dishes from last night. They’re back in the kitchen.”

Grace doesn’t wait for another retort, turning and heading back to the kitchen. I follow, feeling the heat of her irritation, and mentally tell my dick to calm down. The passive aggressive Grace is another turn on.

She grabs the bag from the sideboard and hands it to Mary, who followed us with Sheri on our heels.

“What in the world happened in here? Is that your mother’s famous peach pie?”

“It’s the remains. I clumsily dropped it on the counter, so I need to do some damage control.”