My phone pings from beside us on the bench and I grab it, seeing my mom’s name appear. When I read her text, I let out a slight groan.
Elise frowns. “What is it?”
I shake my head. “It’s nothing. It’s just that my mom’s been asking me about my Thanksgiving plans.”
Elise nods. “So … are you going to go home for the holiday?”
I’ve spent many holidays—Christmases, Thanksgivings, and Easter dinners with the Parrish family—always tagging along with Owen. Usually because my own parents were either fighting, or vacationing with their new significant others, or just too caught up in their own lives to think about including me. And because Elise and Owen’s parents never made me feel like I was intruding. They were always nothing but welcoming, although I can’t help but wonder if this year will be different now that I’m dating their daughter. God, I hope not, because they’re pretty much the only family I have.
“I don’t know. I haven’t decided yet.”
Elise knows about the complicated relationship I have with my parents, and she never judges me for it. “Maybe we should go together,” she suggests.
I meet her eyes. “You would do that?”
She nods, grinning. “Of course I would.” She stands and slips her feet into her shoes while I work on removing my own skates. “In fact, I think it’d be fun. We could do dinner at your mom’s and then dessert with my parents.”
Her eyes are alight and her cheeks are bright. I can tell what she’s thinking—that it’ll be our official coming out as a couple. It’s not a bad idea. We’re going to need to do that soon anyway. I still haven’t exactly hammered things out with Owen. He’s stayed out of my way, and I’ve tried not to parade my relationship with his sister around in front of his face. But it’s all going to need to come out in the open eventually, because my days of sneaking around with her are behind me. I want everyone to know we’re a couple.
“Let’s do it,” I say.
Elise grins, and I can’t help stealing one last kiss.
“Come on. I have one more surprise to show you.”
Her pretty gray eyes narrow on mine, and she nods. “I can hardly wait.”
“You saved them all these years?” Elise asks, turning the homemade knit mittens over in her hands. “Why? I don’t understand.”
After we’d arrived home from the ice arena, I’d led her to my bedroom and sat her on the edge of the bed. Then I’d hunted through my walk-in closet until I found the box marked Home. I wanted to show her something I’ve kept with me all these years. The pair of mittens she’d knitted for me were mismatched and coming undone, but I’d loved them all the same. One was gray and blue, the other gray and purple. She’d ran out of blue yarn, she’d said and purple had been her favorite color back then. Elise had been thirteen. I’d just turned seventeen when she gave me these on Christmas Day. It had been a hard year. I’d moved out of my mom’s house and into my dad’s, hoping things at home would be better for me, only they hadn’t. My dad had started a new family with a woman he barely knew and I was an afterthought.
“You made them for me. Of course I kept them.”
She grins at me and tries them on, wiggling her fingers. “I’m glad I gave up knitting. These are awful.”
While it was true that the weave wasn’t tight enough to keep the cold out, they weren’t awful. She’d spent hours working on them. Delicately crafting them with her own two hands. That meant something to me.
“I love you,” I say, pulling each mitten off and setting them aside.
Elise falls back onto the pillows and tugs me down on top of her. I love how confident she is, how she has no problem initiating physical intimacy between us.
She parts her legs and I nestle between them, softly rubbing my firm body over her soft one.
“Please don’t hurt me,” she whispers, breath trembling against my mouth.
I cradle her face in my hands and my heart aches when I meet her concerned gray eyes. “I hate that I hurt you before. I swear I was only trying to protect you.”
“From what?” she murmurs.
“Me.”
Elise brings her fingertips to my lips and touches them once before leaning in for a soft kiss. “You don’t need to do that. I’m a big girl. I know what I want.”
I shift beneath her, adjusting my inconvenient erection trapped between us. “Yeah? And what is it that you want?”
Without another word, she reaches one hand in between us, palming me through my pants, tempting me, wrapping me snugly in her fist. “This. You. Everything.”
I sigh and find her mouth again, capturing it in a long kiss before finally pulling away. “You have me. My whole heart. I think you always did.”
At my confession, she smiles and then the time for talking is done, because she works her hand under the elastic of my boxers and strokes me in long, lazy pulls that make me groan softly against her lips.
I’ve never been vocal during sex in my entire life. Never really released a grunt or a moan or anything. I was the strong silent type I guess you could say, but with Elise things are different. I can’t keep my emotions in check when she’s near, and evidently that extends to our lovemaking too. I praise her with gentle encouragement, groan when she orgasms around me, and communicate both with words and soft sighs to let her know when something feels good.
Thrusting into her fist, I tangle my hands in her hair and groan when she slides her hand down again. “You’re too much. You know that?”
She shakes her head. “Never too much. Now kiss me.”
And I do. A lot.
As easy as it is to lose myself in her, in this moment, part of me is still aware that Owen could come home at any minute and the absolute last thing he’d want to hear were sex noises between me and his sister.
We’ve had enough close calls as it is.
I shift our positions on the bed so that I’m lying on my side facing her. Pulling her hand from my boxers, I kiss her wrist while she pretends to pout. At least I think she’s pretending. “As much as I like that…I had something else in mind.”
She grins, mouth pulling into a crooked smile as she looks at me. “You want to score.”
“With you?” I lift my eyebrows. “Always.”
Elise chuckles softly. “How can I say no to that?”
I lean close and press a chaste kiss to her lips. “Are you kidding? I have no idea how I got you to agree to date me in the first place. I feel like I won the fucking lottery.”
Chuckling again, she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a slow, sweet kiss. But soon, my body has another idea and I’m eager for more, deepening our kiss and caressing every bare inch of her skin I can find.
“Baby,” I whine, my dick already leaking pre-come in my boxers. “Get naked.”
“Stop whining, big boy.” She rises up on her knees with a teasing smirk and pulls her shirt off over her head.
I unclip her bra next and toss it over the side of the bed.
“That’s better,” I groan at the sight of her. Did I mention I’ve become more vocal in bed? I hardly recognize myself. Giving praise, raining down compliments, letting her know when something pleases me. It all comes so naturally now. It’s almost freaking scary how right this feels, and part of me is worried I’m going to jinx it—jinx us if I focus on how perfect it is too much.
So instead I do what I do best, and focus on loving my girl. Which as it turns out, comes pretty naturally for me.
31
Naked Baby Photos
Justin
“Everything’s just about ready,” my mom calls from the kitchen. “You guys want to take your seats?”
I glance over at Elise who gives me the thumbs-up.
“Sure,” I reply.
We’re at my mom’s house for Thanksgiving dinner, and later we’ll go to Elise’s parents’ house for dessert, just like she suggested. I hadn’t really wanted to come—I’m not all that close with my mother, but at Elise’s encouragement, I’d reached out to my mom and she’d been so happy to have us over, and I guess I got caught up in the excitement. But it’s actually going better than I thought it would.
I usher Elise to the dining table with my hand at the small of her back. After pulling out her chair and helping her settle in, I lean down and press a kiss to her lips. “You okay?”
She nods, looking chipper. “I’m doing great. I’m proud of you for coming.”
I know what she means, that she’s proud of me for manning up and setting aside my differences with my mom for the sake of the holiday. In a way, so am I. I haven’t been home for a home cooked meal in what feels like years.
“And those baby pictures?” She lets out a soft chuckle. “Those were priceless.”