Page 69 of Meet Me in the Vines
Another three dots.
Mom
Besides, we want to spend time with Audrey. It would be nice if you could share her instead of keeping her locked in your cabin for weeks on end.
Donovan
Alright, alright. You don’t have to guilt trip me, mom. We’ll go.
Mom
Really?! Wonderful. See you at 6 then. Love you, hun.
Donovan
Love you too, mom.
I place my phone back down on the side table, contemplating on the edge of the bed. Of course, I want my family to be around Audrey. I already know they’re gonna fall in love with her. Maybe this is the push I need to make things right with my dad. Turning my head slightly, I see Audrey’s petite frame through the door, elbows propped on the island, bending one of her knees. Sexy without even trying. If I’m gonna brave tonight with anyone, I’m glad it’s with her.
I head back into the kitchen and stand across from Audrey at the island, her face still smothered with icing.
“Who was that? Everything okay?” she asks, licking her fingers.
“It was my mom. Everything’s fine. Do you think you can make another batch of cinnamon rolls before six tonight, though?” I ask, resting my forearms on the counter while I watch Audrey’s tongue slide across her bottom lip. I don’t think there’s anything this woman can do that doesn’t turn me on.
Her shoulders shrug up and down as she tears off another piece and stuffs it into her mouth. “Yeah, I can. Why?” she mumbles, her mouth full of cinnamon roll. I huff out a chuckle at her puffy cheeks.
“Make a batch for Sunday dinner tonight,” I suggest. She arches her eyebrow in confusion. She looks cute with thatperplexed look on her face and her cheeks full of food, like the most adorable chipmunk who got caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. She swallows the rest of her cinnamon roll and tilts her head.
“What’s Sunday dinner?” she asks, downing a glass of water.
“My parents have hosted dinner every Sunday since I was a kid. My mom wants us to come.” Her eyes widen at my request. I chuckle, swiping the icing from the corner of her lip with my thumb and popping it in my mouth.
“Us?” she stammers, knitting her brows together.
“Yeah, us. My mom thinks I’m keeping you all to myself in here,” I tease, stalking slowly toward her. She stands her ground, not giving into my antics.
“Well, you kinda are, baby,” she retorts, wrapping her arms around my neck once I get close enough.
“Well, I don’t wanna share you with anyone,” I whisper huskily against her lips, getting a taste of sugar and cinnamon.
“Then don’t,” she whispers back, pulling me into a deep kiss. Jesus, this woman drives me crazy. Her tongue teases mine, giving me just enough and then pulling away, leaving me wanting more.
“So you’ll come?” I pant, restraining myself from taking her on this counter from that kiss. She waggles her brows, nibbling down on her bottom lip.
“I’ll come as much as you want me to,” she purrs, biting back a smile. I can’t resist the gleam in her eye when she teases me. A low groan rumbles within my chest.
“Mouse, careful what you ask for,” I warn, my hands raking over her tits. She moans into my touch, pushing herself against me, a light giggle on her lips.
“Yes, I’ll come tonight. To Sunday dinner, and on your face,” she whispers in my ear. I groan into her neck as her hands snake around my middle. She really knows how to rev my engine.
“Good. Onbothaccounts.” I growl.
I stare into her sparkling green eyes and smile. Jokes and teasing aside, I love her. Maybe tonight won’t be so bad after all. Having Audrey with me can ease any tension in the room. Although, despite all the battles she’s won these last few weeks, she’s yet to face off with the man who put us here in the first place.
Chapter Twenty-Two
AUDREY
