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“When are you marrying Adelaide?” she asked him, grinning when he rolled his eyes. He knew she was teasing him, but there was no exaggerating her desire for grandchildren. Marriage was the first step in her grand plan.
“Hi, Mum.” He kissed her cheek as he held the door open for them to go in and took Adds’s hand in his.
Dinner was already on the kitchen bench waiting for their arrival—a salad and baked pasta dish topped with flaky pastry. Timpana, baked macaroni with bolognese sauce, was his favourite as a kid, but the high carbs always sent his blood sugar levels haywire. He didn’t indulge much anymore. It was easier to avoid it, rather than try to regulate it after the fact, so most of the time, he opted for julienned zucchini rather than actual pasta. But if his mum found out, he’d never hear the end of it.
“Hi, Dad,” King called out as he walked through the doorway. “How are you?”
“Good, son.” They hugged, and he turned his attention to Adds. With a cheeky grin, his father asked, “Kif int, Adelaide?”
The smile slid off her face when he asked how she was. She wiggled her hand as if to say fifty-fifty. “Eh,insomma.” She turned to King and asked with a hopeful smile, “Did I say that right?”
He couldn’t help his snort of laughter at his father’s delighted clap and pointed to him.
“I’d say your so-so was perfect.”
“Sit, sit,” his mum directed and began plating up food.
“I can help, Mum.” King pulled out a chair for Adds next to his dad where he could hold her hand while they talked, then went to his mum. “More salad for me than pasta, please.”
“No, Kingston, you need to eat. You keep starving yourself and there won’t be anything left of you. You’re too skinny.” She patted his flat belly and tutted. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. There was no use arguing with her, but her fussing always screwed with his mood. His dad wasn’t any help. His diabetes had progressed to Type 1, so he injected insulin. Dad took it as an opportunity to eat pretty much whatever he wanted—the opposite of the doctor’s recommendations—but King wasn’t going to let his condition progress that far if he had any say in it.
Mum pushed his plate toward him, readying to cut the next serving. “This is enough for four dinners for me, Ma. I can’t eat that much. It’s gonna go to waste.” He trimmed his serve to a quarter of the size she’d dished up and slid the rest onto his dad’s plate. “There, that’s about right and Dad’s got his serving too.” He rolled his eyes at her grumble and took his and Adds’s plates to the table before going back for his parents’.
Dinner was filled with his father lamenting King leaving his school. His mum had, surprisingly, changed her tune. When he’d explained to her what he hoped to do there, how much of a difference he could make, she became excited. She was still scandalized that they didn’t teach religion at the school, but as King had reminded her, he never taught it anyway. His mum was still working on his dad’s opinion, but Father Brendan had done a lot to reassure him that he wasn’t upset King was moving on.
Conversation soon turned to excited chatter about Adelaide’s upcoming trip. His parents were thrilled she’d found a path to follow that she was passionate about. Their love, encouragement, and acceptance were the greatest things about his parents
“Kingston, that’s not enough,” his mum bemoaned when he placed his cutlery on the plate with a chunk of pasta left. “You’re losing too much weight. You’re going to get sick.”
“It is enough, Mum, and I’m not going to get sick. Please, let it go.”
Adds cleared her throat, getting everyone’s attention. “I meant to ask, did you see how much petrol prices have gone up? Hope you’ve filled up.” She shook her head and grumbled, her exaggerated reaction and stolen piece of macaroni off his plate quickly redirecting his mother’s attention. Mum wasn’t an idiot—she gave him the “we’ll talk about this later” look, but went with Adds’s segue. He slid his palm onto her thigh and Adds shot him a lopsided grin as she threaded their fingers together. He squeezed, silently thanking her, then slipped his hand free to wrap his arm around her shoulders. King loved that she shamelessly redirected the heat off him. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her temple, and smiled against her skin, imprinting the memory of its softness and her scent, hoping it would sustain him for the next few weeks.
“Yes,” his mum answered, adding in a few more Maltese phrases about how much the oil companies ripped off the little guy and how the tax was ridiculous.
“English, Ma. Adds knows the basics but can’t understand you when you rant.”
“What about you, Adelaide? Did you fill up?” his dad asked.
“I won’t be driving my car for a few weeks and I’m nearly full anyway.”
*****
“I’m so stuffed,” Adds moaned as she rubbed her belly, still lying in the same position she’d fallen into after they’d arrived home. He slipped her shoes off and kicked away his own before crawling up and hovering over her.
“Too stuffed for me to make you feel good?”
“Mhmm.” She nodded, her tongue poking out to moisten her lip. King wanted to chase it, to taste her. When what she said registered, he pulled back.
“You okay?” he asked, concern spiking in him. But instead of answering, Adds hitched up her skirt, wrapped her legs around his hips, and pushed his shoulder. She rolled him, straddling him as he landed on his back. Adds sat up, the heat of her pussy pressing against his groin. She drew the tip of her thumb over his bottom lip then ran her finger down, her soft touch burning a trail over his Adam’s apple and over the hollow of his throat. She snagged the top button of his shirt and flicked it open, the second one following quickly.
He swallowed, humming at her teasing touch.
“I’m going to miss you,” Adds murmured, cupping his face with both hands and leaning down to kiss him. It was slow and soft, and filled with so much emotion that King’s heart was fit to burst. She nuzzled that spot under his ear which sent him wild. Adds knew him so well. Every sensitive part of his body had been thoroughly explored, the same way he’d done to her. “You’re so damn sexy,” she whispered, nipping his ear. Adds showered him with affection, her gentle touch a balm to his soul.
He steadied her hips and leaned up to kiss her. As their tongues tangled together, she smoothed her hand over the hair on his chest. It lit him on fire. Every nerve ending pulsing and sizzling with her soft touch. Pulling back, she hummed before trailing her lips down his throat and sucking a mark against his collarbone. King’s cock flexed, blood rushing there until he was rolling his hips to keep up the friction.
She nibbled up and along his jaw to kiss him again. When she sucked on his tongue, King moaned, his balls drawing up high against his body. Adds rocked her hips, grinding on his semi as she palmed his pec and tweaked his nipple. Sensation rocketed through him, her touch as powerful as a lightning strike.
