Behind His Eyes by Claire Kingsley

Author:Claire Kingsley [Kingsley, Claire]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

16

RYAN

T he day with Nicole is amazing. My only complaint is that it ends too soon. But skipping dinner with my family isn’t an option, especially since my mom made a point to call me about it. Of course, she makes it a point to call me every time she wants me over for dinner. I guess the silver lining is I get a lot of home-cooked meals.

It’s a while before I get up to make Nicole that breakfast and coffee I promised. The pink flush creeps across her cheeks and she bites her lip again. I’m defenseless against that look. I roll her around, playing with her, using my fingers and mouth. I make her squeal and giggle. It’s hot as fuck. When I finally plunge my cock into her, we’re both crazy with desire. I am not even fucking kidding when I say I see stars when I come in her. Motherfucking stars. It’s unbelievable.

I mention dinner at my parents’ again, and she gives me that sweet little brow furrow. I can tell the idea stresses her out, so I tell her I'll miss her and ask if I can see her again tomorrow. That seems to relax her, and she says yes.

I don’t want to wait until tomorrow to see her again. My head is full of her as I drive to my parents’ place, but family dinners with the Jacobsens aren’t really in-and-out affairs. I'll probably be there late. Maybe I'll call her when I get home. I can text her and see if she answers.

My parents still live in the house where I grew up. Jetty Beach is a long sand spit, with the ocean on one side and the bay on the other. Our house is down near the south end, a big two story with a rooftop deck that overlooks the ocean. They bought the house when my mom was pregnant with my brother, wanting a place to raise their kids. Even now that their children are grown and gone, they seem to want to stay.

I pull into the driveway, noticing Cody's car already parked out front. I check the clock. Five fifty-nine. Good, I’m not late. I’m in such a good mood from my day with Nicole, I don’t want anything screwing it up.

"Hey," I call out as I open the door.

"Hi, honey," my mom says from the kitchen.

I walk through the front room, with my mom's antique grandfather clock and comfortable but dated furniture. The back of the house is an open great room, with a kitchen, some seating, and a big farmhouse table lined with chairs. Mom stands at the stove, stirring. Her hair is about half gray and I don't think she's ever colored it in her life. Despite her old-fashioned tendencies, she dresses with a comfortable style. Her turquoise tunic flows down around a pair of slim jeans, matching turquoise sandals on her feet.

"Hi, Mom," I say, and kiss her on the cheek. I set down the bottle of her favorite Salishan Cellars wine I brought.

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