“By trusting me to handle it. He’s part of us now. I know you think of him as your troubled younger brother, but he earns his keep around here and is becoming invaluable to Stu. So let me worry about Noah as far as money and stuff goes, and you just be his big sister.”
“And your live-in girlfriend?” I whispered, lifting my head to look at him.
“Is that a yes?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He kissed me, pushing me onto my back and rolling on top of me.
“I can’t wait to play house.”
“I think we should get a head start.”
“You read my mind.”
28
Bash
* * *
We spent the first part of Sunday in bed. It was a rare day off when we didn’t have to travel, which was one of the reasons I’d chosen this weekend for Bri to fly out, and it was nice to have breakfast in bed, make love, and then just hang out without having to be anywhere.
“Something is going on with Kiki,” she murmured that afternoon. “I’ve sent her pictures and stuff from the shows, texted her when I landed, and other than saying she was glad I’d arrived safely, she hasn’t responded to anything else.”
“Has Noah talked to her?”
“I assume so,” she said. “I haven’t really asked him. Maybe I should text him.” She pulled out her phone and started typing. “Hmmm,” she was reading something. “She’s not answering him either. I hope she’s okay.” She frowned.
“Send her a message and tell her you’re worried, so maybe she’ll respond. Even if she’s pissed about something, at least you’ll know she’s okay and you’ll see her tomorrow night when you get home.”
She nodded. “Good idea.”
“You want to do anything today?” I asked, sitting up. “We could go out to dinner or we could walk around Disneyland for a few hours. Have you ever been?”
“To Disney World, not Disneyland, and not since I was like seven or eight.”
“Do you want to?”
“Sure.” She smiled. “You think we could ask Noah to go? Or do you want it to just be us?”
“I want you to be happy, whatever that entails. Has he been there?”
“Not since I went, and he was even younger.”
“Call him, see if he wants to. I can ask the guys too. I mean, it’s already after two, so I don’t know how long we’ll stay.”
“Sounds fun.” She got up and pulled on a pair of jeans while I texted the band.
Within the hour, we’d arrived at the amusement park and were having a blast. It was just the band, Lance, Bri, and Lindsay. She’d come down from L.A. on Friday to be with Stu, and it was a bummer that Ariel and Zaan couldn’t be here too. Avon had something work-related to do, so she couldn’t come either, and Noah had bowed out saying he needed to talk to Kiki and do some laundry.
“I want to ride Big Thunder Mountain,” Lexi said, referring to the popular roller coaster.
“I’m in,” I said, looking at Bri since I had no idea if she liked roller coasters.
“Heck yeah!” she said.
“When we’re done I want to do Pirates of the Caribbean,” Lindsay said. “That’s my favorite.”
“Mine too!” Lexi agreed.
It was a good day, walking around and checking out all the rides, food, and things to see. I bought Bri a hoodie, a couple of Disney-themed Christmas ornaments for our upcoming first Christmas together, and a piece of artwork we both fell in love with that we could hang in the master bedroom. Normally, I hated shopping, but it was fun with Bri. Especially when I was buying her things because it was obvious no one ever had before. I didn’t mean a boyfriend either. It didn’t seem her parents had been very generous, even before her father’s accident that left him on disability.
Of course, she then turned around and spent her own money to buy Kiki a hoodie that matched hers and a baseball cap for Noah.
“You’re too sweet for your own good,” I told her. “Why didn’t you let me buy those things for Kiki and Noah? They’re part of my extended family now too, you know?”
“You can buy for me,” she said lightly. “I buy for my friends and family. That’s the compromise.”
“You’re a stickler for all that.”
“I just let you buy me stuff, though, didn’t I?”
“You let me buy you a hoodie. Big deal. The ornaments and the picture are for the condo, so not technically for you specifically.”
“Right, but you said you wanted me to feel like the condo is mine now too, so what better way than me finding ways to decorate?”
“I’m not coming home to a pink bedroom, am I?” I teased.
The corners of her mouth turned up. “No. But I make no promises for Ford’s room.”
We dissolved into laughter as we lined up at the Haunted Mansion.
“Dare you to blow me on the ride,” I whispered playfully.
She arched her brows at me. “Did you just dare me?”
“I did.”
“What do I get if I do it?”
“Anything you want?”
She put her hand over my crotch. “How much time do we have?”
“I don’t remember, but probably four or five minutes once we get on the ride.”
She didn’t look at me as we waited for our turn to get into the little gondola-like cars, but she slid her hand into my shorts and wrapped her fingers around me the moment we sat down.
“You know these things turn and you’re probably going to give Lexi and the guys a show, right?”
She gave me an innocent look. “All I have to say is, if we wind up in jail, you’d better pay for the lawyers to get us out.”
“Deal.” I shifted a little, scooting down in the seat to give her better access, and she waited until we were immersed in darkness to drop her head. I couldn’t see a damn thing but I felt it as her hot, wet mouth sucked me deep. I’d mostly been kidding, but apparently daring her to do something got her fired up. I’d have to remember this.
“Do you want me as much as I want you?” I asked her, digging my fingers into her hair.
“Always.” She sucked me deep again and I looked around. I knew from experience there were cameras everywhere, and they snapped pictures at one point. Yikes. Maybe we were actually going to jail today for indecent exposure. I would have laughed but my cock hit the back of her throat and I managed to stifle my groan. She wasn’t playing around, giving me the whole experience without any foreplay. And Jesus, it was working.
It normally took a while to get me off, so whether it was the danger of getting caught, the excitement that she’d taken my dare, or just how damn good it was, I came in record time. I’d done my best to use my hands to cover most of what she was doing, but I knew for a fact Ford figured out what we were up to because he gave me a thumbs-up and it took all my self-control not to laugh.
“Underneath that white cotton underwear is a vixen,” I murmured, when she was sitting upright again.
“I better not be a vixen in jail,” she muttered, glancing around.