Page 92 of Game Change

I’m sure my mother didn’t help the family dynamics. According to my uncle, Mom is the one who insisted I be named Colin. My older brother did not like that and has spent part of my life pretending I don’t exist. He turned competitive when I became an adult, but I chose not to engage. We would see each other on holidays and at family events, but after he tried to buy Kincaid Architecture, I ceased all contact with my brother, and I’ve never regretted it.

My phone buzzes, and I look down, expecting to see another text from Heath, but it’s from my uncle.

Uncle Milton: Tomorrow at 5 at the big house.

Me: If the vibes are weird, I’m leaving.

Uncle Milton: Real men don’t go by vibes.

I climb out of Brynne’s bed and search for her. She ended our talk by kissing me. Since I’ve always been unable to resist her, I carried her to bed, where we stayed for the next four hours. I woke up to an empty and cold bed.

“There you are, sleeping beauty.” She’s in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove, and I suddenly notice how good it smells here. She gestures for me to come closer, and I do. I wrap my arms around her and pull her into my bare chest.

“As good as that smells, you smell better. You feel better, too.” I grind into her before I spin her around and kiss her until we are both dizzy.

“I just got summoned to a family dinner at the big house.” She grimaces. I chuckle, but I don’t like her reaction.

“You make it sound like you’re going to prison.”

“In a way,” I admit.

“Well, the good news is, I’ll be here waiting for you. I’ll be wearing something short, lacy, and incredibly sexy for your return. I’ll even bake a pie to eat off your body.” She wiggles her brows, steps out of my arms, and pulls out a bottle of white wine from the fridge.

She pours both of us a glass. I take a sip, put mine down, and pin her against the kitchen island. “That sounds great. You can put that on tonight and give me a preview.”

“Well, I’ll need to go out and buy it first,” she says. “And I’ll do that while you’re gone.”

“Mmhmm.” I kiss the side of her neck. “But you see? The thing is, I want you to come with me.”

She goes stiff in my arms and looks into my eyes. I nod, and she grimaces and looks away. “And, um, who exactly will be at this family dinner?”

“Well, my brother, Colin the First,” I begin.

“Totally ridiculous name and everyone should refuse to call him that. How was he the first when your father was named Colin?”

“And his father before him,” I add. “But it’s the long-running family joke.” At least that’s what I think, but we’re not exactly a family who joke.

“Who else?” she asks.

“My sister, Lisa, whom you’ve already met. Her kids, probably. My sister, Marilyn. She’s Heath’s mother.” She looks up at me with her big brown eyes and waits. Since she hasn’t rolled her eyes at the mention of Heath, I continue. “Some random cousins. I can never predict which ones.”

“That’s it?” she asks.

“Oh, Uncle Milton and Heath.” I do an exaggerated grimace.

“And I’m out then.” She tries to get out of my arms again. “I already have to deal with them at work.”

“Heath is just a kid. An annoying kid, but I love him. He means a lot to me, and I would like you two to get along.” When all she does is stare, I continue. “Milton made his bed, and I’m not going to defend him, but I wish you’d give Heath another chance. His mom means well, but she’s a bit of a mess. His father’s not in his life, and I’ve—”

“He’s not the main reason,” she says. “I can ignore him.”

“What can I do to convince you?” I plant a loud, wet kiss on the side of her neck. My hand slides down and inside her yoga pants. She gasps in surprise but spreads her legs.

My fingers find her clit, and she throws her head back while I suck on the base of her neck. I rub her nub and she moans in ecstasy. She returns the favor by sliding her hand in my boxers and wrapping it around my dick, taking it from semi to rock hard in a matter of seconds.

She gives it a yank, and I groan.

“God, you feel good,” I whisper. “If you come with me, I promise to make you feel good every day. And when we get home tomorrow night, the only pie I’ll eat is this one.” I slide a finger inside her wet pussy. “I’ll eat it until it explodes on my face, then I’ll lick your juices.”

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