AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Come on. I’m driving.”
“And? When has that ever mattered before?” She inches toward crotch territory and closes in fast.
I clamp a hand over hers much as I did this morning, but this time, my grip is soft. I don’t want her to get the wrong impression and think there will be more. “You want me to enter the airport with a dick line in my pants?”
“Eww.” She snatches her hand away as if the fibers from my gray suit tried to grab her. “No, I guess not. I may have to cut a bitch.”
I stifle a laugh as her observation makes me broach a topic I’m not sure I want the answer to. “Um, can we still…um do stuff while your parents stay with us?”
The recent sex-drought I suffered while living with Gramps had me so thirsty, I still haven’t gotten my fill. Tip toeing around had better not be on the agenda.
Sin snorts. “No worries about waking them. My parents are extremely heavy sleepers.”
“Thank you, G–”
That doesn’t mean we can be loud,“ she clarifies. “It just means we don’t have to worry about my dad bursting into our room to protect my virtue.”
Finding the coveted Holy Grail, or rather a parking spot close to the terminal, is a happy surprise. Exiting the vehicle, I take Sin’s hand as I sip in the cool October air ladened with the scent fuel and sounds of heavy traffic.
Entering the terminal, we head for the screens of the arriving flights. On the way we dodge suited people, snowbirds flying their summer coop, and running children too young to be in school.
“Their flight is still on time. Baggage claim is this way,” Sin says, like I haven’t been to the airport a billion times.
True, I mostly fly the Grayson jets and I tend to take our cargo plane more often than not. Listening to the pilots of that massive bird trade insults with each other makes the flight go faster.
“Come on, Royce!” Ms. Speedy grabs my hand and pulls me along to meet my future in-laws, the biggest smile on her face.
I wish I could catch her excitement. The closer we get to meeting her parents, the more anxiety pours into my stomach. Sure, I’ve talked to Nick and Rachel millions of times. They’ve never failed to ask after my health and my job, but yeah, I sensed a bit of disconnect with her father.
Not sure why.
I know my wealth intimidates people and my height and mass don’t help. All I can hope is that he sees past all that when he meets me in person.
All too soon, Mr. and Mrs. Turner come down the escalator, waving and smiling. Well, Rachel is. She is as warm as ever.
Not so with her husband.
Nick’s lips are thinner than a one page book. His brown hair speckled with gray is wiry from his military buzz, and his granite face has to be shot full of Botox. Nothing above his neck moves. Not even his eyes. The color of the hottest part of a flame, their intensity, directed solely at me, is that of a bird of prey.
And I’m the dinner sticking my head from a dirt hole.
Sin’s father comes up to my chin, but like Gramps, he carries a presence of fuck with me and I’ll bury you.
If all that combined weren’t bad enough, he smashes my hand in a punishing grip that is akin to a training bra harnessing double-D tits.
“Royce. Good to finally meet you,” he says, icicles hanging from each letter.
My hackles rise. I ignore them. Sin is her daddy’s little girl. If I can’t grow to…tolerate him then I’d better act like I do.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Turner.” I plaster on a smile like I mean it.
He grunts, releases my hand, and crosses his arms.
Does this guy ever blink?
“Daddy?” Sin says at the same time Rachel nudges her husband.
“Nick…remember what we talked about?”
