“Good. I don’t wanna fuck this up though. I meant it when I said I’m not playing games or anything.”
I nodded and bit my lip. “Neither am I.”
He pressed another kiss against my lips. “Good. Now get me the hell out of here and we can get to work on the food for tomorrow.”
“Think we can sneak a couple of more kisses in while we are doing that?”
Roc laughed loud and pulled me into a hug. “You bet your ass we will.”
*
Chapter Thirteen
Roc
“You want me to grab anything?”
I looked down at the pile of food in my lap. “Uh, pretty sure I got everything.”
“Don’t look at me like that,” Harlyn scolded. “You have to admit, it’s pretty convenient for you to be in that wheelchair when you need to carry stuff. Just pop it in your lap and you just roll outside with it.”
“Whoa.” Mave walked into the kitchen and looked at the pile of food and plates in my lap. “Are we trying to break more of your legs?”
She had been running around making sure everything was ready for the barbeque. I had barely been able to give her a morning kiss before she was off and running. She looked gorgeous, and all I wanted to do was kick everyone out and finally have my way with her.
It was taking all of my self-control to take things slow with her.
Harlyn snatched two bags of chips from my lap. “Of course not. I was just having Roc hold these for me while I made sure we had everything.”
“Harlyn discovered the convenience of me sitting down wherever I go.”
I shook my head and adjusted the food in my lap. I was going to make it outside, but I was going to have to take it slow.
Mave giggled and grabbed the rest of the buns off the counter. “Gotta love your ingenuity, Harlyn.”
“See, Mave appreciates my brain.” Harlyn managed to grab her wine cooler and two spoons off the counter.
We had a shit ton of stuff that needed to go outside and it looked like we were going to make the last haul in one trip.
I rolled my eyes and turned my chair toward the patio door. “Probably cause it ain’t her lap all of this shit is in.”
“Touché,” Harlyn laughed.
Mave slid open the door and stood to the side for me to roll out. “Do we have everything now?” she asked as I rolled by.
I looked up at her and wished I could have kissed her right then and there but Harlyn was behind us. “I fucking hope so. I don’t know why the hell you went to the store before I woke up this morning.”
“Oh, uh, you saw that?” she laughed nervously. Her cheeks heated red and she bit her lip.
“Woke up when I heard you walk in the front door. The fifty rustling bags in your arms was a little loud.”
“I knew I should have closed your door when I left,” she mumbled.
“Can we eat now?” Remy yelled. He was sitting in one of the new patio chairs with a beer in his hand and sunglasses over his eyes. “I didn’t eat breakfast because Harlyn told me you make the best potato salad.”
“Mave made it under my direction.” I unloaded the shit in my lap onto the picnic table. “Probably will taste better than when I make it.”
Yesterday, after I got my first taste of Mave, we spent the rest of the night cooking and stealing kisses. Kisses that got hotter with each one. We ended up on the couch with the TV playing in the background with Mave half lying in my lap. Our hands wandered over each other’s bodies, and it took me telling her three times that we needed to slow down before she finally cuddled up next to me and fell asleep.
It had been hard as hell to do, but I knew with Mave, slow was going to be the way to win her.
Brooks closed the lid on the grill and turned around. “Burgers and hot dogs are done.”
“Woo!” Jay yelled. He was sitting next to Remy and had Delaney sitting in his lap. “Hop up, woman. Daddy needs to eat.”
“Could you two be more cringey? Please stop referring to yourself as daddy. I can’t handle it.” Remy shook his head and wrinkled his nose. “You make me think about shit that should never enter my mind when it comes to you and Delaney.”
Jay flipped him off. “Just getting ready.”
“Ready for what?” Harlyn asked. She popped a chip in her mouth and plopped down at the picnic table. “You knock her up already?”
“No.” Delaney smacked Jay on the chest. “You need to stop telling people that. I’m not pregnant, Jay.”
“Yet.” He pressed a kiss to the side of her head and jumped up from his chair with her in his arms. “It’s gonna happen, baby.”
“Someday,” Delaney whispered.
Everyone descended on the food, and it was all picked over and more than half gone by the time they were done.
Mave grabbed a chair and sat next to me while Delaney, Harlyn, Frankie, and Brooks sat at the picnic table.
“Potato salad.”
I looked over at Brooks.
He pointed down at his plate. “Potato salad.”
I glanced over at Frankie. “He hit a wall or anything during practice? He ain’t making sense.”
Frankie looked over at Brooks. “I think he means the potato salad is badass.” She looked back at me. “Because it is.”
“Mave made it,” I grunted.
The recipe wasn’t that special. It had more to do with the fact the most people just ran to the store to buy potato salad when I took the time to make it.
“Under your supervision,” she laughed. She bumped me with her shoulder and smiled. That damn smile that made me want to toss her in my lap and wheel her into the house so we could have some alone time.
“Well, whoever the hell made it, killed it.” Brooks shoveled a forkful into his mouth. “So feking gad,” he mumbled as he chewed.
Frankie tipped her head to the side and watched Brooks. “I have never seen you like this about food.”
Brooks shrugged. “It’s good.”
“So how was the car running last week?” Enough talking about food. I needed to get an update on the car.
“Wondered on long it was going to be until you brought up the car,” Frankie laughed.
I shrugged and dropped my plate on the ground next to me. “I was pretty surprised that I held off for so long, too.”
Brooks chuckled and grabbed Frankie’s empty plate from her. “Ran good. Ran real fucking good.” He dropped the plates into the garbage can by the grill and grabbed a hot dog off the serving platter. “I thought she was pulling to the right, but Frankie did some fucking voodoo magic and fixed it before the final run.”
“To the right?” I asked.
“He fucked up the alignment. I don’t know what the hell he did, but it had to have happened between the runs on the way back to the pits.” Frankie pointed at Brooks. “If there is a bump on the road back to the pits, speed racer here is guaranteed to hit it.”
“Squirrel.”
We all turned to look at Brooks.
“There was a squirrel. It ran out in front of me, and you know I can’t really fucking veer off. Hit the fucker head-on. Pretty sure I felt his ass hit my seat when I rolled over him.” He shrugged. “Nothing I could have done.”