“My coochie is a total slut when it comes to you, pretty boy. You should know that by now,” she purrs, her eyes already at half-mast, her arm coming behind my head to encourage the soft peppering kisses on her neck.
“Is she now? Is your pussy already drenched for me, Stone?”
“Only one way for you to find out,” she taunts, throwing me a mischievous wink.
“I thought you said that fucking in the bathroom was off the table?”
“It is, but that doesn’t mean I can’t tease you.” She lets out a soft giggle.
“Brat,” I growl, slapping one tempting ass cheek, and spin her around so fast that she slams into my chest. “You’re going to pay for that later.”
“Then you’re in luck, pretty boy, because I always pay my debts,” she quips back, cupping my hard junk in her soft hands.
“I’m going to kiss you now, Stone. Just a kiss, and then I want to introduce you to my family and friends. After that shit’s done, this ass is mine,” I vow, grabbing her ass cheeks in both palms, making her ample breasts rub against my chest.
“We’ll see.” She smirks before going on her tiptoes and latching her arms around my neck, only to deliver a kiss that has both our asses staying locked in this little cocoon of ours for the next ten minutes.
If I had it my way, we’d never leave.
Chapter 23
Finn
“Mom, this is my girlfriend, Stone Bennett. Stone, this is my mother, Charlene Walker,” I introduce them proudly, my grin spread wide at both.
“How do you do, Mrs. Walker?” Stone adds confidently, extending her hand to my mother.
Mom’s eyes sparkle as she takes stock of the fearless brat at my side, and when she smiles approvingly, I can’t help the swell of happiness in my chest growing larger.
“Now, young girl, no need for such ceremony here,” my mother singsongs, wrapping Stone in her arms.
I fake a cough, trying to keep my chuckling at bay as my mom holds Stone just a little bit tighter than expected. She throws me a ‘help me out here’ stare, uncomfortable with such familiar affection.
Thankfully, Mom releases Stone from her death grip and pulls away, but only enough to continue taking inventory of Stone’s every feature.
“Finn didn’t tell me how beautiful you were. Not that I’m surprised. My son has always had impeccable taste. However, I do wish he wasn’t so secretive. I feel like I know so very little about you.”
Stone keeps her facial features as placid as she can, but I know that, underneath the cool exterior, she’s uncomfortable as hell with my mom’s prying eye.
“You’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other, Mom.”
“Will I? Does this mean you’ll bring Stone to our next Sunday dinner?” my mom asks hopefully, her blue eyes widening on her face.
Before I’m able to say anything, Stone interjects, “Unfortunately, I work on Sunday nights.”
“Really? Where?”
“Big Jim’s. The biker bar on the Southside,” she explains without batting an eye.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d think Stone dropped that little nugget of information just to see my mother’s reaction. Hell, who am I kidding? I’m positive she did it to test the woman.
But Stone doesn’t know my mother. It’s very difficult to stun Charlene Walker with anything. The woman grew up in the seventies and has raised three sons, for fuck’s sake. She’s seen it all by now. The small, infectious grin on my mother’s lips, added with the twinkling in her eyes while patting Stone’s hand in hers, says as much.
“Well then, we will just have to do a family brunch instead. I want to get to know the girl who has my Finn so infatuated.”
Stone just nods, discreetly releasing her hand from my mother’s grip to grab onto mine.
I give her hand a little squeeze, silently telling her there is no need to be nervous. But when my mom suddenly calls for my dad to come over to meet Stone, I become just as agitated. With each step he takes in our direction, my apprehension increases. I know that disapproving glower. It’s the same one he uses when my throw isn’t on target, or if I take a sack. It’s the one that tells me that nothing from this encounter will please him. Not by a long shot.
“Hank, dear. This is Stone Bennett, Finn’s girlfriend. Isn’t she lovely?”
“Quite,” he mumbles as he gives Stone a quick scan, looking over my mother’s shoulder once he’s finished.
“I was just talking about how we should have Stone over for dinner or brunch one Sunday.”
“If you think that’s necessary,” he replies with no emotion whatsoever in his tone, while scanning the room for better company, obviously bored with this encounter.
“Hank,” my mother begins to say with a reprimanding stare for his rudeness, but my father pays her no mind.
“Excuse me, but I need to go have a word with Owen Turner about his beloved Redskins. Fool is in for one hell of an uphill battle with his team this season,” my father gloats and waltzes off.
He doesn’t even have the decency to give Stone more than a moment’s thought, preferring to just give Colt’s father a hard time about his team’s performance.
“I’m sorry about my father, Stone. Only football can grab his attention.”
She shrugs not one bit affected by his callous ways.
“No worries. Maybe next time I’ll wear a dress made of pigskin to get his attention.”
“Beautiful and funny. I’m going to like you,” my mother says with a laugh.
“Don’t forget smart. Stone here is going to change our judicial system into something that is fair for all. Not just for the rich and powerful.”
“Is that so?” my mother questions with a more serious tone.
“Yes, Ma’am. At least I’ll strive to do my best.”
“I’d love to hear more about what you aim to accomplish, dear. Maybe the two of us could have tea one of these days, and you can tell me all about your future aspirations,” my mother adds, but her enquiring, somber tone confuses me a bit.
I need to move this conversation along, not really thrilled by my mom wanting a one-on-one with Stone, especially because she’s a definite flight risk if our relationship gets too real for her. But before I can move to a safer topic, someone insistently pulls at my arm, ordering me to turn around.
“About fucking time! I’ve been looking all over for you,” East interrupts sternly, completely oblivious to the fact this is Stone’s first meeting with my mom.
“Kind of busy here, East,” I reply through gritted teeth, trying to shake his hold on my arm.
“Sorry, this can’t wait. Hey, Mrs. W. How you doing, Stone? Sorry but I gotta steal Finn away from you for just a couple of minutes.”
“Is everything alright?” Mom questions with concern while Stone just gives Easton her evil eye.