Page 147 of Desperate Pucker
I cup her face in my hands and kiss her, slow and teasing. I slide my hands up the shirt she’s wearing and cup her breasts.
“No bra?” I say against her mouth. She smiles and shakes her head.
“Good girl,” I growl.
I tease her nipple with my thumb. She moans against my mouth, then reaches down to pull off my shirt.
Just then, the doorbell rings.
I lean back and make an annoyed sound. “Hang on.”
I head out of the kitchen and down the hall toward the front door. When I open the door and see my parents standing there, holding bags of groceries, my eyes go wide.
“What are you guys doing here?”
My dad rolls his eyes. My mom just laughs.
“We’re leaving on Monday to visit Aunt Becky in Spokeann, remember?” my mom says.
When I say nothing, she laughs again.
“We’re dropping off all the food in our fridge that’ll go bad when we’re gone, like we always do,” she says in her sing-song voice.
“Oh. Right.” I glance back at the kitchen where Maddy is, nerves cracking off inside of me.
A hundred bucks says she doesn’t want a surprise greeting from my parents right now.
“Well?” Mom says expectantly. “Are you just going to stand there?”
“Uh, sorry. Here, I’ll take those bags.”
“We can bring them inside,” Dad says as he starts to step in, but I shake my head.
“You can’t,” I blurt.
They both look at me like I’m nuts.
“I found some parsley in the fridge,” Maddy’s voice sounds from down the hall. “Would it be okay if I chopped it up for the chicken pot pie…”
I turn to look at her as she trails off.
“Oh,” Mom says. I can hear the smile in her voice.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation,” Maddy says. She tugs at the hem of my shirt she’s wearing, like she’s trying to cover herself up.
My face heats. She’s wearing my shirt and my boxers. I’m wearing nothing but sweatpants. It’s obvious as fuck what we’ve been up to.
I suddenly feel like I’m a teenager and my parents just walked in on me and my high school girlfriend making out on the couch.
“We’re the ones who should be apologizing,” Mom says. She gently smacks my arm. “Ryker, we didn’t know you had company. You should have said something.”
I huff out a breath and rub the back of my neck. “Sorry.” I look up at Maddy. “Maddy, these are my parents, Scott and Shannon St. George. Mom and Dad, this is Madeline Macer. My girlfriend.”
I don’t miss the way my mom’s eyes light up when she sees Maddy. Dad fights a smile. He nods at Maddy.
“Good to meet you, Madeline.”
“You too,” she says with a shy smile.
