“Interesting man,” Nikko muttered under his breath.
“He grows on you,” Ronnie laughed.
“I’ll take your word on it,” he laughed in return as she scooted closer to him on the bench seat of his classic car.
His arms were open, waiting, when she pushed into them, against him. “Tomorrow then,” she murmured against his lips.
His answer was a groan of pleasure as her tongue slid into his mouth. For the next few moments all he could think about was his hot little ice princess making him very uncomfortable in her parent’s driveway. When her hand slipped to gently squeeze his massively hard cock, he had to stop her.
“No my little ice princess, a man can only take so much.” He took her hand off his crotch.
“Ice princess?” she laughed, arching one eyebrow.
He laughed and nodded at his own term of endearment. “Mmm-hmm. That’s my nick name for you. You’re sending me on my way with blue balls baby. That’s pretty cold,” he teased.
She was already sliding along the seat to her door. She opened it. Laughing hard, knowing Jay was rubbing off on her in a bad way, she couldn’t resist adding, “Well, there is always the five finger salute, babe. I hear boys are pretty good at that.” He had no chance to reply, she was out the door, skipping to the porch.
His window was still open. “You’ll pay for that, Ronnie,” he called. She was still laughing softly when the door closed behind her. Oh, you’ll pay he thought.
He spent the drive home thinking of ways to make her pay, and it did nothing to alleviate the tension he was feeling at the moment. Or his blue balls.
***
Ronnie was working her magic in the kitchen with Lou’s help. She hadn’t done much cooking during college, but in high school, her mom had taught her quite a few dishes. Tonight, for Nikko, she was making chicken Parmesan, and a tomato salad with cucumbers, basil, and fresh mozzarella that she would sprinkle with red wine vinegar and olive oil. She knew Nikko was Italian, and was missing his family’s Sunday dinner because he was assigned to be her watchdog. But, there were perks to him staying here, she mused.
Jay was puttering outside on his motorcycle and enjoying his day off with Missy while the women cooked.
Popping the chicken breasts that had been pounded down to thin layers and coated lightly in bread crumbs into the oven, Ronnie turned it to bake while her mom lowered the flame on the sauce to simmer. Everything else was set.
Ronnie retreated to her room to freshen up, change her clothes, and get ready for Nikko’s arrival. She’d been surprised at how much she missed him today, but she wanted to stay home with her mother. Despite eating a decent lunch, her mom still did not look well.
Their talk had been about the trial, her attorney, and the fact they felt it would be trying, but they were both confident of success with Mr. Stimson on the case. He had even called to tell them he had gotten a judge to sign orders to have the Tampa Bay Port Authority release video tapes to him. He would be watching them on Monday, which was the next day. He’d promised to call her and fill her in on what the tapes revealed.
When Ronnie emerged from her room, she caught Lou and Jay having a small dispute.
“Louisa, I want you to go to the doctor, baby.”
“I’m fine, Jay, really. It’s just stress.”
“Honey, you started losing weight before this thing with Ronnie. Now you are throwing up every day.” He reached up to put his hands on her shoulders. “Listen, just humor me. Get some blood work done. Something,” he pleaded.
“Fine. I’ll call Monday and make an appointment,” Lou gave in. She knew what was up, but wasn’t ready to tell Jay just yet. She needed to see her doctor anyhow to confirm the pregnancy, and get a referral to an obstetrician.
“Thank you,” Jay breathed a sigh of relief. “I know Ronnie’s got you worried, but you’re no good to her if you don’t take care of yourself.” After his mini tirade, he pulled her in for a hug, holding his much frailer wife gently in his massive arms. Ronnie ducked back into her room, as Jay’s head dipped down for a kiss. She wanted to give them some time alone and not intrude on this tender moment.
***
Back in her room, Ronnie fiddled with her hair feeling even guiltier than usual. But she too was worried about her mom’s health. If Jay’s words were true, this illness began before her fall from grace. That scared her even more. What if something was seriously wrong? Her mom was tapped out. Please let it be something simple, she prayed. Her mom had just found this happiness, a place of her own, and Ronnie didn’t want to lose the only parent she ever knew.