Page 68 of Meet Me in the Vines
“And I’m pretty sure I remember you liking the way I taste more than your icing,” I taunt her back to even the score. My cock twitches thinking about Audrey swallowing my cum. I’m fully hard now, my entire length poking through my briefs.
“You see what you do to me?” I stalk toward her, stroking my cock with my free hand while she watches. Her eyes are catlike as she licks her delicious lips, backing away from me slowly. Shetosses the pillow to the side and pulls her shirt off over her head, rubbing her breasts with leftover icing in her hand.
I lick my lips and close the distance between us. I take the icing in my hand and gently rub it on her face. Our game turns playful into something else. I swipe her bottom lip with icing, slowly sticking my fingers in her mouth. Her eyes stay locked on mine as she slowly sucks.
“Tell me baby, whose sticky white stuff do you like better?” I grumble. She smiles and groans while sucking my fingers and kissing my fingertips.
“Mine,” she whispers, running past me into the kitchen.
I groan and huff out a chuckle, leaving me dumbfounded with my hands on my hips.
Her head falls back into a fit of laughter as she hides behind the kitchen island. I run after her, and to no surprise, she lets me catch her. Once again, she lets me win.
This woman, I swear.
I lift her back up on the kitchen island and suck the icing off of her nipples. She whimpers and holds my head to her chest, allowing me to devour each taut peak. I look up through half-mast eyes and kiss her on the mouth, tasting the sweetness of sugar that lingers deliciously on her tongue.
“I win,” I whisper against her lips.
“You win.”
We spend the morning sticky, standing around the kitchen island eating cinnamon rolls half naked. I wouldn’t want anything else than what we have right here.
“Baby, you gotta make these for the B&B. I’ve already eaten half the pan.” She beams at my praise. It’s true though. Thesecinnamon rolls are the best I’ve ever tasted. Sip & Savor makes some good ones, but Audrey’s are to die for. She’ll be booked solid just for the cinnamon rolls alone.
“That’s the plan. I’ve been perfecting this recipe for years,” she says with pride.
Just as I’m about to take another bite, my cell phone text tone pings from my room. “Be right back, I’m gonna check that,” I say, kissing Audrey’s sweet icing coated lips. “Mmm, I want more when I come back,” I growl, Audrey giggling at my advances.
I enter my room and swipe my phone from the bedside table to see my mother texting.
Mom
Hi sweetheart. How are you?
Donovan
Hey mom. I’m fine, just had breakfast with Audrey. What’s up?
Mom
Oh how lovely. Well, I know it’s been a while since you’ve come home for Sunday dinner….
Ah, this is a Sunday dinner text. My family has been doing Sunday dinner for as long as I can remember. Dad is pretty killer on the grill, whipping out perfect medium rare steaks like it’s his job. Mom would make this amazing spread of mouth-watering sides with fresh vegetables from her garden to round out the meal. And it was always a community affair. Logan and his family would join us most weeks growing up; the backyard football with my brothers and our dads was the stuff of legends. Those Sundays are some of the best memories I have.
But then James died, and Sunday dinners haven’t really been the same since. Grief took a seat at the table, replacing James’s bright smile and contagious energy.
My fingers hover over the keyboard, taking entirely too long to reply. Long enough where the three little dots appear on my screen from my mom.
Mom
Donovan, I promise your father will be on his best behavior.
I let out a half-hearted chuckle and shake my head, not surprised that my mom, once again, can read my mind.
My dad and I haven’t exactly addressed things between us yet since the funeral reception. I know I promised Wyatt I’d talk with him, but since Audrey came home, I haven’t had the chance. I don’t even know where to start. My heart feels blocked up at the thought. I’ve skipped out on more Sunday dinners than I’m proud of, and I know it hurts my mom and my brothers. I haven’t been wanting to be around my dad since he makes things so damn awkward.
We don’t talk, we don’t connect. It’s just…nothing. I can’t remember the last time my dad and I had a real conversation that wasn’t about work. Having a sit-down dinner with my him while bringing Audrey around for the first time doesn’t sound at all entertaining.
