Vee wiggled her tight ass. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“You’re sure you don’t want to go to Daphne’s?”
Vee rolled toward me, bringing her emerald-green stare into focus. “I’m sure. I don’t think she wanted to invite me in the first place. She only mentioned it when I went to her place Tuesday afternoon.” She shook her head. “I still think it was weird that Joe was at her house on a Tuesday at three in the afternoon.”
“I guess that’s better than Grant.”
Vee scrunched her nose. “If I didn’t know better, I would say there’s been a shift in their relationship.”
She lay back, staring up at the ceiling. “Maybe it was better that Joe heard what I had to say, telling Daphne I didn’t mind sharing the estate. I wouldn’t fight her on that.”
“She didn’t mention the Coopers,” I prompted, recalling what Vee said a few nights ago.
“Either she’s keeping her cards close to her vest or she’s clueless. Before Dad died, I would have opted for clueless.” She turned to me. “I’m starting to believe she could have only played dumb. I’d bet money on the fact Joe is feeding her ideas. And she didn’t want to talk about Bre. I couldn’t very well ask her in front of Joe if Dad had a vasectomy.”
Vee leaned closer, melding her softness to my chest and brushed my lips with hers. “Your parents are all right with me joining them?”
I kissed her nose. “They’re both good with it. Mom’s a little more than good. So fair warning, she may be a little overexcited.”
Her sigh filled the air.
“What are you thinking? Are you changing your mind?”
She shook her head. “I’m thinking about my last visit, a Thanksgiving long ago. I remember thinking your family was what a family should be. You and Zane joked with one another. Your dad, Theo, was kind and had a hearty laugh. It was your mom, Lisa, who made me feel welcome.”
“If she overdoes it, we should have a secret signal for me to rescue you.”
Vee’s laugh filled the air. “My hero. I don’t expect to need rescuing from your mom.”
“Tap the top of your head. I’ll see that and intervene.”
She sat up, the blankets falling to her lap and exposing her sensual round breasts and tapped the top of her head with her palm. “Like this?” Pink bloomed from her chest upward.
It was my turn to laugh. “Too obvious?”
“You think?”
Sitting up, I covered her lips with mine and gently pushed her back to her pillow. All too soon, I had her wrists in my grasp above her head as I sucked one darkened nipple and then the other. Vee squirmed with my ministrations until she called out my name as we came together.
Chapter 29
Vee
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With two vehicles as options, it took some persuasion, but I convinced Fin that my plug-in hybrid was better on gas milage for our one-day trip than his giant truck. Although I never allowed any other man in my life to drive my Mercedes, letting Fin drive to Bowling Green was his compromise for using my car.
Between his height and bulk, I giggled as he settled into the bucket seats. Every now and then, I’d catch a glimpse of his cerulean orbs, chiseled chin, high cheekbones, and firm lips and marvel that we were back to where we’d been that Thanksgiving my sophomore year at Kentucky.
That wasn’t accurate.
Our first time to have intercourse was on New Year’s Eve, later in the year of Thanksgiving at the Grahams’. Fin and I were miles ahead of where we’d been long ago. My cheeks warmed at the memories of his waking me this morning.
While our sex life was active, mornings were our most sensual time. There was something about starting the day with a connection that made the world easier to face. In times of stress, I could recall the way his hands roamed, the scent of his skin, the taste of his lips, his expression of ecstasy, and the sounds that filled the air.
We were over two hours into our drive, on 65 nearing Bowling Green, when I asked, “Do your parents still live in the same house?”
Fin shook his head. “They have two sons who play in the NFL. After years of my dad being stubborn, Zane and I convinced them they deserved an upgrade, courtesy of the two of us. After all, we wouldn’t be where we are without them. Our childhood home was more than fine. We had great memories there. But it required upkeep.”
