Mary Hughes - Biting Love 04 by Biting Me Softly

Author:Biting Me Softly [Softly, Biting Me]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Published: 2010-04-20T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

As soon as I could pry my mother from Race’s roving hands, I dragged her to the women’s restroom. There I grabbed her by both arms. I think I wanted to shake her, like I could rattle some sense into her. Or at least shake some sense into my life.

“Where the hell did you get these clothes?” I yelled. My rock, my anchor was now a bombshell slut. Whose German mother was this?

Mom tut-tutted. “Language, Liese. I brought you up better than that.”

“You brought me up better than this.” I released her, threw a disconcerted hand at her…well, they weren’t really clothes, were they?

“Cousin Rolf’s wife helped me pick them out.” Her tone was stiff. “I think they’re very nice.”

“Nice? What happened to classic A-lines and sensible shoes? To spending more for something you could wear forever if you took good care of it?” What happened to the only person I could trust?

“I just wanted something fun.” She blinked. “Something cute to take my mind off…you know.”

Oh, shizzle. My mother was going to cry. I felt like a heel. “It is cute,” I lied. “Fun.”

“Isn’t it?” Mom perked right up. “Cousin Rolf’s wife is so good for me. Makes me feel young again. She introduced me to fun makeup and cute shoes and vibrators and—”

“Vibrators?” I shrieked. My sainted mother, talking about vibrators? What kind of friends was she hanging out with, anyway?

“And you’d never believe what you can do with a good, big cucumber.”

I clamped my jaw and shuddered. Please, I thought. Do not let my mother mean what I think she means.

“Of course Cousin Rolf’s wife has a Stryker. That’s a dildo molded from porn star Jeff Stryker’s goodies. I wanted to try it but—”

“Okay! Right. Glad we had this discussion. Let’s go home.”

“But sweetheart. You were playing sheepshead. And losing. You never lose.” An odd gleam entered her eye. “Of course, you were losing to that nice-looking young man. The blond. Although the other one was very nice looking too. He reminds me of someone I once knew well. But I’m sure your young man felt good about winning. Very masculine and capable. Is the other one single?”

“Oh, for the love of… Mom, I didn’t lose to Logan on purpose. He’s just that good.”

That only piqued her interest more. “He’s a schafkopf player? And a good one? That takes brains, you know. And nerves of steel.”

“Yeah, Logan’s got both.” And buns of steel. I thought of cupping Logan’s amazing glutes with my hands—

“You know, sweetie, you look exactly like I did when I tried out the Stryker.”

“Enough.” I grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of there, before she came up with something worse. Like what exactly she could do with a good, big cucumber. Or like—

“Let’s play strip sheepshead!”

My jaw dropped, hit the floor, and bounced around my toenails. I picked it up—just as my mother slid onto Race’s lap.

“Mother!” I yanked her off, got her a chair and plunked her down. Resisted the urge to sit on her—or put her on a time out.

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