She runs a finger over my lip. “My cum looks good on you.”
“Anytime you want to see it again, you just come find me.” I wink at her.
“Maybe I will.” She throws a leg over my torso, dragging her bare pussy against me, and she slides out of the car.
A tortured chuckle bubbles up my throat as my head falls back.
Yep. This woman… is it.
28
Maevyn keeps her devious little feet to PG activities after the backseat got a workout. She rests them across my thighs as we continue our drive back home. I enjoy the weight of them on me, just as much as I enjoy running my fingers up and down her smooth skin.
We’re almost home when my phone starts ringing through the Bluetooth, showing an incoming call from my mum.
I push the button on the steering wheel, accepting the call. “Hey, Mum.”
“Hi, sweetie. Are you home yet?”
“We’re about twenty minutes from pulling in.” There’s a pause, and I glance at the dashboard display to make sure we’re still connected. “Mum?”
“Tell him ab—” My dad’s voice joins through the speakers, but Mum is quick to cut him off.
“Shh! Who’s we? Did you go with Phil and Rachel?”
I look over at Maevyn. She’s staring at the display screen, still as a statue, as though my mother might detect her presence if she moved.
“Have you got a girl that you haven’t told your mother about?” Mum’s voice is loud and lively, in a way I usually love, but more so when it’s directed with mischief at my dad. “Westley Kade, are you hiding a woman? Hello, sweetheart!”
I raise my eyebrows to Maevyn, asking how she wants to handle this.
“H-hello.” I give her ankle a gentle squeeze, easing the nerves I can hear in that one word.
“Oh, she sounds nice. You’ll bring her for dinner next week, yes?”
“Ah, Mum—”
“Next week, I said.”
Jesus, how do I tell my mother we’re not actually dating? I’m not sure what we are now that so many lines have been crossed, but we need to figure it out, preferably before my mum gets any ideas. “Maevyn works on Friday and Saturday nights, and she has a daughter in school. It might be tricky to—”
“You’ll bring them both. Sunday for breakfast. Does that fix your invisible problem?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. Bring my Callie girl while you’re at it, yeah?”
“Of course. Was there something you were calling me for?”
“Oh, I’m driving your father to the hospital,” she says casually.
“What?”
“Smashed his hand with a hammer trying to build those shelves in his shed.”
“As you can tell, she’s real choked up about it,” Dad says, and Maevyn muffles a laugh behind her hand.
I blow out a breath. “I told you I’d help with that next weekend.”
