My Step-Dad's Brother(15)

When I was empty and completely sated, I pulled out and dropped down beside her, tugging her into my arms. Our chests were heaving with exertion, our hearts racing, and I was utterly content. “Being with you gets better every time, baby doll,” I murmured before placing a kiss on her temple. “I’d love to do nothing more than spend all day in this bed making love to you.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she answered with a yawn.

I grinned and kissed her head again. “But”—I laughed at her cute little growl—“we have brunch with Bunny and Stanley in about half an hour.”

Maggie shot up in bed, almost knocking her head on my chin. “Oh, crap. I have to shower! I can’t face my mom and step-dad smelling like sex!” she screeched as she scooted off the bed and raced to the bathroom. “They won’t know, right?” she called frantically. “I mean, how could they tell? It’s not like I have ‘Harrison popped my cherry and screwed me four times’ tattooed on my forehead.” She continued rambling as I joined her in the shower.

“A tattoo that warns everyone you’re mine isn’t a bad idea,” I teased. “Maybe not those exact words...”

She glared at me as she scrubbed her body with soap and I chuckled. My eyes were drawn to her hands as they moved and I grabbed the body wash from her to take over the job. Cupping her full tits, I made sure they were extremely clean, then I dragged my hands over the rest of her, paying special attention to the area between her legs.

She tried to hide it, but I caught the tiny hiss of pain she emitted as I gently cleansed her pussy. I was such an ass for fucking her so many times right after taking her virginity. I just couldn’t seem to stop thinking with my dick when she was naked and pressed against me. Go figure.

We finished up in the shower and quickly dressed. I was extra careful when zipping my shorts because I’d left the shower harder than when I’d entered. I put on a casual, button-down shirt that hung long enough to hide my aroused state and rolled up the sleeves.

It was five ‘til when Maggie stepped out of the bathroom in the sundress and sandals I’d brought her and declared herself ready to go. Thankfully, we still managed to beat Stanley and Bunny to the hotel restaurant. I wasn’t going to wait long before opening declaring Maggie as mine, but I didn’t want anything to spoil their honeymoon, so we kept it our secret for the moment.

They arrived shortly after us and the waitress took our orders before leaving us alone. The tall, skinny brunette had smiled seductively at me and since I couldn’t pull Maggie into my side as a show that I was taken, I simply frowned sternly at her until she avoided my gaze.

“Magnolia,” Bunny began with a smile. “I’ve left your school and activity schedule on the kitchen counter for Harrison. So no skipping out just because you think he won’t know the difference.” Maggie returned her mother’s smile, but I didn’t miss the slight eye roll that went with it and I cough-laughed into my napkin.

“I’ve never skipped before and I hadn’t planned on starting a few months before graduation,” she said without snark, simply stating fact.

Stanley beamed at her and nodded his head proudly. “Magnolia is an excellent student,” he boasted to me.

The conversation evolved from Maggie’s accomplishments to talk of her parents’ honeymoon, and then to last minute instructions for her while they were gone. I could see how much it frustrated Maggie that they treated her like a child. But, she handled it like the amazing woman I knew she was.

We saw them off and then went back into the hotel to gather our things and check out. Maggie was quiet throughout and on the drive back to her house. I reached across and laced our fingers together, setting them on her thigh.

“What’s on your mind, baby doll?”

She sighed and stared out her window. “What if they won’t accept us as a couple?” she asked worriedly. “I’ve been as responsible as an adult for more than half of my life and now that I’m actually one legally, they treat me like I’m twelve.”

I squeezed her hand and brought it to my lips for a kiss. “If they don’t take it well at first, they’ll come around eventually,” I assured her.

We pulled into the driveway and I put the car in park before turning to face her. I unbuckled her and lifted her over to straddle my lap. I kissed her forehead, nose, and lips.

“I don’t care if they don’t. I choose you, Harrison,” she said almost shyly. “If you want me.” She added the last part as pinked tinged her cheeks.

Smiling tenderly, I brushed her hair away from her face. “Of course I want you. I love you, baby doll. Once they see that, I have no doubt they’ll be okay with us.”