Page 79 of Beautiful Chances

Beside me, I can feel Mia taking one deep breath after another to steady herself, and I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her closer to me. Needing to feel her as close as possible while all my skeletons are laid out on the table. I already told Mia about most of this. However, I kept the focus on my part, leaving my dad out as much as possible.

Even though I knew he wouldn’t mind me telling her, it still felt dishonest and wrong. What if she’d refused to meet him? Or if she’d thought badly about him? No, I couldn’t risk it.

I stiffen as I feel Mia’s hand drift up my leg, the tips of her fingers skating across my thigh and moving closer to my growing dick. Not wanting to be hard beneath my parents’ table while we’re discussing the sperm donor, I shift in my seat.

Palming my now hard cock, Mia isn’t letting me move away. As soon as I stop fidgeting, she moves her fingers leisurely across my bulge, not providing any pressure or friction—only her teasing grazes.

“I don’t know what to say, Nina.” Biting down on her bottom lip, Mia looks at my mom. “Thank you for being honest with me. I know this must be a lot to open up about.” Under the table, she wraps her fingers around my hard length, or at least she tries to.

Closing my eyes, I lean closer to her and whisper, “You’re going to pay for this later!”

With a saccharine smile, Mia turns her head and whispers back, “And you’re paying right now. Besides, don’t you feel calmer?” I don’t want to admit that she’s right.

My fists are no longer clenched, and I don’t feel like that helpless kid.

Even though we’ve never talked much about it, I know that Alec and I are very similar in this. In our minds, we both revert to the most vulnerable versions of ourselves when pushed. When we were kids, we couldn’t protect our moms, and something like that never goes away.

In most ways, Alec has come a lot farther than I have. He no longer let his fists do the talking, and when he’s with Mia, he can be himself. Fuck, he even told her about everything that’s happened to him. He didn’t have to get someone else to do it. I mean, I didn’t either, but a part of me had to have known this would happen when I brought her here—and that begs the question of whether I did it to avoid having to say it myself.

I almost moan out loud when Mia opens my pants and snakes her hand beneath the denim and my boxers, closing her hand around my pulsing cock. If I thought Mia would let up on touching me, I’m proven wrong as we continue to eat. Even as Dad and I discuss arrangements for Neil—after Mia agrees—she continues to play with me, keeping me erect all throughout dinner.

This girl is going to be the death of me!

When we’re done eating, Mia pulls her hand from my pants and straightens so she’s no longer leaning against me. I watch as she fakes a cough, covering her mouth with the hand that was just touching me. My eyes dilate as I watch her tongue dart out, licking some of my pre-cum from her palm.

“Thank you, that was delicious,” she innocently says to my mom.

While both my parents start gathering plates and stand up, I desperately close my jeans, so there’s no evidence of what Mia was doing. Then I will myself to think of Neil, Woofer—cases from my previous job—anything to get rid of my semi. It works, and as soon as I deem it safe, I get up and walk to the kitchen, promising to help Dad tidy up so Mom and Mia can talk some more.

“Are you okay?” Dad asks, wiping the kitchen counter down as I load the last cutlery into the dishwasher.

“Yeah, I think so. I know I should have known Mom would spill everything, but for some reason, I hadn’t thought of that,” I admit, feeling even more stupid as I say it out loud. “I just couldn’t tell her about your full involvement, it felt wrong.”

Dad gives me a rueful smile and nods his head. “I wouldn’t have begrudged you telling Mia about my sins. For what it’s worth, I think she took it remarkably well. You’ve found a good woman.”

That I have.

We all have.

As soon as we’re done, Mom comes to retrieve a blueberry pie from one of her cupboards and some whipped cream from the fridge. I take the pie from her and carry it into the living room while she and Dad get plates and forks.

It doesn’t take long before we’re all sitting down to eat again, and even though I’m beyond full, there’s no way I’m declining pie.

“Here you go, dear.” Mom pushes a plate with a slice of pie and whipped cream toward Mia. “You better eat some while you’re here because your guys will devour the two extra ones I’m sending home with you in no time.”

Smiling, Mia reaches for the plate and thanks my mom. The two of them look like they’ve known each other for much longer than a few hours, just as she spoke with my dad in the car as if they go way back.

Watching their interactions makes me happier than I thought, especially now when I can see that Mia is okay with my own two eyes.

Mia hums around a bite of pie. “Nina, this pie is delicious. Kas and Alec are lucky if I let them have any,” she adds in a playful tone. Or rather, what I know as her I-sound-like-I’m-joking-but-I’m-not tone.

My brothers will indeed be happy if she shares. Though, they’re more likely to want to eat it off her body instead of a plate.

Ah fuck, now my cock is hardening—that’s definitely not what you want in the middle of your parents’ living room.

We stay for another hour before ordering an Uber to take us back home, with a promise that we would be back soon.

“Thank you so much for everything, Nina. I will absolutely take you up on your offer to help decorate our house once we find one.”

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