“You aren’t,” I protest.
“It’s called multitasking, baby. I can fuck you until you can’t walk while listening to your feelings. I’m good like that. Keep going,” he encourages as he tugs my shirt off over my head and undoes my pants. I forget how to breathe for a moment as he stands up and strips, then he slides his hands up my thighs before he stops. “Well?”
“I . . . uh . . . forgot,” I reply, my eyes locked on his body.
“Make them listen,” he says with a grin.
“Oh, right, we have to make them listen. They can’t force you to marry—oh god!” I yell when he wraps his lips around my hard cock, then he pops free with a grin.
“You can call me God if you want to, baby, but I prefer hearing you scream my name,” he shares. “Carry on.”
“Make them listen . . .” I groan as he wraps his lips around mycock once more. “Them understand—oh, who fucking cares?” I yank him up until our lips collide.
Chuckling breathlessly against my mouth, he falls between my open thighs as I finally give into my body’s demands. I can be mad about his parents later. Right now, I need him to finish what he started.
My hands slide down his wide shoulders, his perfect back, then his ass, and I drag him closer until he’s all I feel. I lose myself in desire, pouring all my frustration and anger on his behalf into our feral kiss.
We are so lost in each other, I don’t even hear the door opening.
“Well, I was going to ask if you were hungry, but . . .”
We break apart at the amused voice. I panic. It’s instinctual, and I’m not proud because I kick Noah, and he falls to the floor with a yelp before leaping to his feet as I grab the blanket from the back of the couch and wrap it around me as I sit up.
“Grandma!” I yell, confused and wide-eyed.
“Don’t worry, it isn’t something I haven’t seen before,” she teases with a soft chuckle before her eyes land on Noah and drop down. I follow her gaze to see his cock standing at half-mast. He is completely naked and frozen in shock. “Well, I haven’t seenthatbefore, but I’m glad I did.”
I toss a pillow at Noah, and with a deep red blush, he presses it to his crotch as she laughs.
“Grandma, not that it isn’t good to see you, but what are you doing here?” I ask as I reach for my pants and discreetly shove them on under the blanket, fumbling as Noah drops to his knees to hide behind the couch since she’s still grinning at him.
“Well, I hardly heard from you this week, so I was concerned. Usually, you come around, so I thought you’d been overworked by your boss again, so I brought some food. I can see you are definitely being overworked by your boss though.” She winks as my cheeks heat. “But probably in a way you enjoy.”
“Oh my god, Grandma, please stop,” I beg.
Laughing, she walks to the kitchen and sets some bags down. “Come on, let’s eat together. I brought plenty. What do you say, Noah?”
“Uh . . . Yes, ma’am, that would be lovely,” he sputters out, looking between us in panic. “Let me just put some pants on.”
“Oh, don’t feel like you have to on my account,” she replies as she starts laying out containers. “I’m quite enjoying the show.”
“Grandma!” I admonish, wanting to bury my head in the cushions and never reappear. When she sat me down when I was a teenager and tried to give me the talk, she showed me the good porn sites, and I couldn’t look in her eye for two weeks straight.
“What?” she scoffs. “Don’t glare at me like that, Mackie Draper. I am seventy years old. This is the most excitement I’ve had all week besides poisoning that fuckhead’s flowers next door during the night then cutting his brake lines.”
“Shit, you cut his brakes?” I ask as I sit up. “Did you do it right? The way I taught you?”
“Of course I did, boy, don’t be silly.” She points at us. “Now come eat before I keep ogling your man and he combusts.”
Rolling my eyes, I shove my pants and shirt on, then I hold out the blanket, blocking her view, as Noah gets dressed. He’s completely red, and his eyes meet mine nervously.
“You don’t have to stay,” I murmur softly. “I can make an excuse for you.”
“Why wouldn’t I stay?” he replies as he leans in, his voice quiet. “I’ve always wanted to meet your grandma. You talk about her all the time.”
“I just mean that it might be too soon. If you feel weird, you can leave.” We’ve been moving really fast, and he was adamant he didn’t want me for so long that I’m worried he might walk away again. I don’t think I could handle that after having him. It was easier when I only loved him from afar and thought I never had a chance. If I lost him after having everything I want, it would destroy me.
I don’t know what he sees in my gaze, but he cups my chin and kisses me. “You aren’t getting rid of me, baby, so stop looking so lost. Besides, I need to win over your grandma so she will give you to me.” He kisses me again then walks past, smiling widely. My concern stillremains, but with each action and word, he’s proving maybe dreams do come true.
