And, of course, I let her because . . . Mum. I look to the heavens for some resistance. I want to strangle her. “Mum, please.”
“I’ll get the dishes and get out of your hair,” she says, scuttling to the kitchen. I follow her and watch as she comes to an abrupt stop at the doorway, her whole being noticeably deflating. She was hoping to find a woman at my table. “Oh . . .” she breathes. “She left already?”
I smile to myself, passing her and starting to collect her dirty dishes up from the table. “Yes. I haven’t had a chance to wash them yet.”
“No matter.” She waves a hand flippantly. It’s a terrible job of hiding her disappointment that she hasn’t stumbled across a female. I’m just super glad I got Lainey in my bedroom before Mum unexpectedly showed up, the crafty minx. “How was your evening?” she asks, taking the hessian bag from the side and holding it open for me to slip her crockery in.
“Pleasant,” I answer offhandedly, wandering away from her, laughing to myself when she huffs her annoyance at not getting more than that.
“Well, did she like the stroganoff?”
I rest my arse on the worktop and fold my arms over my chest. “Everyone loves your stroganoff, Mother.”
“Actually, you’re wrong,” she says, making me frown. On a roll of her eyes, she starts toward the kitchen door. “Ted wasn’t so keen.”
I throw a filthy look at Mum’s back. “I knew he was an arsehole.”
Mum stops at the door, and I wait for her to turn and scold me for being so rude, but, instead, she grabs the doorframe, as if needing something to steady herself.
“Mum?” I question, worried, as I hurry over. “Mum, you okay?”
She lets out a squeak as she lowers the bag to the floor. Oh no. That’s a happy squeak. “Oh my . . .”
“Hello.” Lainey’s voice creeps into the kitchen as I make it to Mum’s back. “You must be Mrs. Christianson.” She’s standing by the couch, fully dressed, thank God, her hair pulled into a ponytail. She looks fucking gorgeous. I grin, because something tells me she was expecting to find an ex-screw, and was perhaps here to mark her territory, but instead she’s now facing my overbearing mother.
“Yes.” Mum’s gone like a shot, heading for Lainey, whose eyes are getting rapidly wider as my mother steams toward her. “I’m Tyler’s mother, Ivy.” Lainey is seized and pulled in for an over-friendly hug. “How lovely to meet you . . . ?”
Lainey looks at me over my mum’s shoulder, a little bewildered. I shrug. I have nothing. My mother is a conniving sod. Besides, it serves Lainey right for being nosey. Or . . . jealous again? The thought thrills me. “Lainey,” she replies. “My name’s Lainey.”
“Oh, Lainey, what a pretty name.”
“Mum,” I sigh tiredly, rolling my eyes. “Let her go.”
“Oh, yes.” She drops Lainey and steps back, flashing me a delighted grin. “I was just dropping by to see how my boy is. I didn’t realize he had company.” Mum chuckles, smiling brightly at Lainey. She’s a fucking case. “Hope I didn’t interrupt your dinner.”
No, she interrupted something far better than dinner, even better than her stroganoff. I toss Mum a half-hearted scowl when she grins at me, and Lainey laughs softly, giving me wild, sparkling eyes. Dear Lord, she shouldn’t look at me like that when my mother’s present. My body is reacting way too inappropriately. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” I prompt as I collect her bag of dishes from the floor, my way of saying it’s time to go.
“Yes.” Mum turns to Lainey and takes her hands. “We should do dinner. How about tomorrow?”
Lainey looks at me for help, and I rush over to claim my mum before she scares her off. If she hasn’t already. This is the last thing I need, especially after Lainey’s sobering words before I moved things quickly to the fun element of our fling. Having dinner with your latest fuck’s mother is definitely bordering relationship territory. And . . . and what? “We’ll see,” I say, attempting to pacify her while walking her to the door.
“I’ll have to do my famous chicken in white wine sauce, though,” she muses. “And maybe a crumble instead of a pie.”
“Okay, Mum.” I direct her out. “Speak in the morning.”
“Yes, darling.” She turns and waves at Lainey as I hand her the bag. “See you soon, Lainey.”
“Bye, Mrs. Christianson.”
I shut the door and collapse against it, exhausted. “I’m so sorry about that.”
“She’s adorable.” Lainey laughs.
“Adorably sneaky.”
“So”—she levels an accusing stare on me—“a lot of effort went into that romantic meal for two, then.”
My brain is refusing to feed my mouth with a smart answer. So I shrug, my face twisting.
“And there was me thinking I was special.” She pouts teasingly, and I’m across the room in the blink of an eye, ripping her dress from her body and getting the chore of removing her underwear done while I’m there. Once she’s gloriously naked, looking a little startled, I dip, tossing her up over my shoulder. “Tyler,” she squeals, laughing as I run to my bedroom, keen to pick up where we left off. I toss her on my bed and dive on after her, finding her wrists and pinning her down. Her ponytail is a sexy mess, some loose strands covering her face, so I blow them away and wait for her to open her eyes. Her heavy breaths spread across my face as her lids slowly peel open.
“Tonight hasn’t exactly gone to plan,” I admit, kissing the corner of her mouth.
“Oh, I don’t know.” She curls her arms around my shoulders when I release her wrists, nuzzling into my kiss. “I have a feeling we’re about to get back on track.” Her forehead rests on mine and our eyes meet.
And I’m pretty sure my world just flipped. And my heart definitely pinged. “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, feeling compelled to tell her, though I’m certain she must get told daily. But not by me. Given the opportunity, I would, though. Every day. Christ, what’s happening to me?
“Get your clothes off, Ty,” she demands, reaching down to the bottom of my T-shirt and wrestling it up my body. “You’ve kept me waiting long enough.”
“You’re an impatient little thing, aren’t you?” I sit up, pulling Lainey up with me, and lift my arms for her. She tosses my T-shirt aside and rests her hands on my pecs, dropping her mouth to the center of my chest. My head drops back, my eyes closing, the feel of her mouth working over my chest blissing me out totally. I fill my lungs, holding the back of her head. “Don’t mind me.” I exhale and let her do her thing, and her thing is to push me to my back and straddle me.
“I won’t,” she breathes, circling her tongue around my nipple, biting down.
“Easy.” I tense, draping my arms across my face. “Be gentle with me.” I feel her smile against my skin, her hands working my fly and pushing my jeans down my thighs, taking my boxers with them. “Fuck.” I jerk when she licks up my shaft. “Lainey.”
A firm palm wraps around my cock and squeezes. I start to sweat. “Shh, Ty,” she murmurs, kissing the tip delicately. I look down my body, finding Lainey has made herself comfortable between my thighs. She smiles up at me, her tongue darting out and swirling around the pulsing head of my dick. “Fucking hell.” I drop my head back and cover my face with my palms as she takes me in her warm, fucking beautiful mouth, and slides all the way down to my base. I groan, forcing myself to remain still as not to disturb her flow. “Your mouth feels amazing around me.”