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Sunday
Sitting in Ryan’s car, Jesse stared up at her parents’ home feeling her stomach knot together. She had organized for her family to meet Ryan, the day after he told her of her father’s visit. The house wasn’t particularly large or threatening. She had grown up in that house and there were so many happy memories as well as sad. Not all of them were bad, no matter what people think.
“Are you okay with this?” Ryan asked.
“This has nothing to do with you, Sir. This is…” She stopped talking in an attempt to find the right words. “For so long they’ve seen me as something different since what happened.”
“I know, baby. They love you. I saw it in your father’s eyes when he came to see me.” He took her hand, offering her comfort in his touch.
“I know. It’s just, I can’t move on when they won’t let me.” She shrugged. “I only hope you won’t leave me after today.”
“Hey,” he said, catching her face in his hands. Ryan dropped a kiss to her lips, letting her know with actions rather than words his feelings. “I love you. Your parents can say anything they like. You’re here.” He pressed her hand to his heart. “And you always will be.”#p#分页标题#e#
“Thank you.”
“Remember, Jesse, you’re strong. You’re a lot stronger than they give you credit for and you must realize your worth no matter what others say.”
When she was with Ryan or even away from him she felt stronger, in control of her own life.
“Come on, let’s do this.”
Climbing out of the car, she linked arms with her Master and followed him up to the house. “I think we should skip the formality today and you can simply call me Ryan,” he teased.
“I’m sure Mom and Dad would have something to say about that.” She giggled, knocking on door. Less than a second later her mother stood at the door. Barbara Robinson stared from her to Ryan.
“Honey, I didn’t know when you’d be arriving. Your brother, Chris, is here already with Jake.” They were ushered inside where she found her father staring at her.
“Hey, Dad.” She went to his side, wrapping her arms around him. Liam tensed and she immediately withdrew from him. “Sorry.” Her cheeks were on fire from embarrassment. Ryan would witness how much her family hated her.
“No, honey, it’s not what you think. Do you know how long it has been since you hugged me.” Liam pulled her close to his chest.
Frowning, Jesse tried to think back to the last time she embraced her father. All the time her mind came back blank. Had she really stopped cuddling her father?
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Don’t be.” He kissed the top of her head and his voice was filled with emotion. Barbara ushered her toward the sitting room. Chris and Jake sat inside talking.
“Little sis, how are you doing?” Chris asked.
“I’m doing good.” She smiled and waited for everyone to enter the room. “I want to introduce you to my boyfriend.” Grabbing Ryan’s hand, she pulled his arms around her. “This is Ryan Carter.”
Her family stayed silent, frowning at Ryan.
“It’s good to meet you,” Liam said, speaking first. She watched all of them make introductions. The greeting grew tense between Ryan and Jake.
Jesse slowly relaxed as her mother started talking, bringing Ryan into the conversation. They asked him questions about where he grew up and what he did. When he took a seat, she sat beside him on the arm of the chair. The urge to sit between his thighs was strong.
Over the last couple of days she’d grown used to sitting in his lap or on the floor where he’d play with her hair. Ryan loved brushing her hair and watching it dry out along his legs. He also loved how she sucked his cock but that thought process was certainly for another time. She couldn’t be getting aroused while her family looked on.
Jake and Chris grilled him constantly. She wanted to smack Jake as he knew more about them than anyone else. Ryan didn’t back down once. He took all of their questions head on answering everyone. Her father, Liam, seemed most at ease with everything.
By the time her mother called for dinner, Jesse was ready to leave. She forced herself to sit beside Ryan and pick up her knife and fork.
“This looks lovely, Barbara. I see where Jesse gets her cooking from,” Ryan said.
“Jesse doesn’t cook.”
She tensed, staring across the table at her mother.
“She hasn’t cooked in a long time.”
Jesse looked down at her plate. No one ate a thing.