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“Worse, I’m an only child.”
Jake’s white teeth flash against his tanned skin. “Ouch. That’s tough.”
Wanting to change the subject and eager to learn more about my new boyfriend, I run my hand along his thigh. “What about you? Is your family close? Any brothers or sisters?”
His hand comes down and he laces his fingers with mine, his thumb rubbing small circles along the web of skin between my thumb and index finger. “Got one of each. And yeah, we’re pretty close.” His laugh rumbles through his big body and I snuggle closer once again, breathing in the fresh, warm scent of him.
“So close that my Ma is making my brother and me throw our kid sister’s fiancé a bachelor party.”
My nose wrinkles up at the sneer in his voice, though I smile a little and pat his chest.
“You don’t approve of the fiancé? I guess brothers need to be protective of their sisters.” I can’t help wondering what life would be like if I had a big brother who worried about me like Jake is over his sister.
“He’s a stuck-up snob,” Jake grunts.
My smile drops. “How so?”
“Every time he’s around us, he barely says a word. Guess being from Atlanta, us regular guys aren’t good enough.”
Squirming, I narrow my eyes and glare up at him. “And do you talk to him?”
Jake rubs at his jaw, his eyes darting away. “Nah, what would we have to talk about? I’m a trashman and he does… something.”
“Something? You don’t even know what your future brother-in-law does?” I snort. “Sounds like you’re the snob, not him.”
***
JAKE
For a stunned moment I glare down at the woman cuddled up to my chest and she glares right back.
Grudgingly, my frown changes to a grin, and I hug her tighter. “Shit! You might be right. Guess I really haven’t given Kent a chance.”
“And if he’s marrying your sister, he’ll be family so better that you make nice with him.”
I snort. “Princess, I don’t make nice with anyone.. well, except you.” Leaning down, I capture her lips in a kiss and despite all the sex earlier, my cock stirs. There’s something about her that gets my blood pumping.
“How about we head back to the bedroom?” I whisper, working my way down along her jaw to the spot below her ear that drives me wild.
“Oh my, you’re insatiable. I don’t think my pussy can survive another round.”
“Mmmm.. even if I lick you nice and slow…”
She lets out a tiny hum, arching against me. “Hmmm.. Maybe you can convince me.”
Lucky for me, she doesn’t take too much convincing and we have another pleasurable romp, this time in her bed. Lolling in the king-sized bed, with Savannah pressed against me, her peaceful and even breaths puffing at my chest, contentment fills me.
***
For the next two weeks, we see each other every night, usually at her place. Savannah asks me why I don’t want her at my apartment and I’m honest, telling her because her place is more comfortable.
And it is.
Not because the furniture is nicer and newer, but because it feels like a home, something my place hasn’t ever truly felt. More than that, I think it’s because its hers.
For the first time I can remember, things seem to be working out. Instead of just getting through the day, I’m making plans for the future.
I asked, and she agreed, so I made the call to my Ma, letting her know she’d need another setting at Sunday dinner. Ma fussed and wanted to know everything. I told her she’d have to wait until she met her, then joked no baby pictures were allowed.
