I pouted, running my fingernails up and down the back of his neck. “Five more minutes won’t matter.”
“When have we ever taken five minutes?” he asked, sitting up. “Up ya go. We have cooking to do, woman. Everyone will be here in two hours.” He grabbed my arms and pulled me forward.
“I don’t know why we couldn’t just get everything pre-cooked. I survived Thanksgiving without having made everything from scratch.” I collided with his chest, peering into his baby blues with a smile.
“Gallos do not do already prepared. You watch and I’ll cook.” He kissed the top of my head, reaching under my ass and pulling me into his lap.
“How about,” I whispered against his lips, rubbing the rough stubble on his face, “if I help and I get a little City appetizer before they get here.”
He smirked, a small laugh escaping his lips. “You want to cook?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I want cock and for that I’ll cook.” I smiled, nipping his lips.
“You got yourself a deal, sugar,” he said as he grabbed my sides and tossed me on the bed and ran. I giggled and kicked, hopping off to run after him.
Chapter 2 ~ Gallo Family Thanksgiving
“You look flushed, dear,” Ma said to Suzy as she hugged her. “Are you feeling well?”
I covered my mouth, hiding the smile while Suzy blushed an even deeper shade of red.
“I’m just fine, Mrs. G.” Suzy glared at me as she patted my ma’s back.
“Are you sure?” Ma rested her hand on Suzy’s stomach. “No bun in the oven yet?”
Oh, fuck. Suzy was about to pop her lid. I looked down, holding my face in my hand, unable to look Suzy in the eyes.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but no. No bun, Mrs. G.”
“It’s okay, love, and stop with the Mrs. G. Call me Ma. Soon it will be official.”
“Yes, Ma.”
I couldn’t look up. Pissed off Suzy was too damn cute and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop my laughter.
“Son.” My ma rested her hand on my shoulder.
“Hey, Mama.” I wrapped my arms around her and snuck a glance at my bride to be. She had my pop’s full attention.
“Happy Thanksgiving, baby.” She kissed my cheek, standing on her tiptoes.
“You too, Ma. Thanks for pissing Suzy off for me.” I laughed.
“Just don’t want anyone to forget about a grandbaby,” she smiled innocently.
“We wouldn’t forget, Ma. We watch you knit every Sunday.”
“Crochet,” she corrected me. “Is she really okay? I haven’t seen her so red in a while.”
I couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling out. “She’s just fine, Ma. She had her hands full before you got here.” I looked over my ma’s shoulder, winking at Suzy.
Her mouth dropped open as she realized what I said. Before my parents walked in the door, she was on her knees sucking me off. Her hand cupped my balls while the other stroked my shaft. Pure motherfucking heaven.
“I know Thanksgiving is a lot of work, Joseph. We appreciate all your hard efforts.” She wrapped her hands around my back and turned toward Suzy. “It means a lot us.”
“It was hard,” I coughed, “work, Ma, but Suzy took it like a champion.” My body shook against my mother as I placed a kiss on her hair.
Suzy’s eyes almost bugged out of her head. “Just a little thing, Ma,” Suzy said and then laughed.
I nodded to Suzy, impressed with her quickness. I’d get her later for that comment. “Hey, Pops.” I couldn’t take the double meaning anymore. I needed to change direction of this conversation.
“The house looks amazing, son.” He wrapped his arms around me, giving me a giant bear hug. I loved that my father wasn’t afraid to show us how much he cared.
“We just finished everything last week. I don’t ever want to build another house again. What a pain in the ass!” I said as I smacked him on the back.
“The fireplace framed by the ceiling to floor windows is breathtaking,” Ma said, as she walked to look out at the windows. There was a large pool with a waterfall on the lanai.
“I always thought you’d go with more of a classic Florida style of architecture, but I must say, I love the log cabin look. Reminds me of when your ma and I would take trips to the mountains before we had you kids.” He walked next to Ma and placed his arm around her. He rubbed her shoulder, slowly stroking her skin while they rested their heads together.
Ma patted his hands and then turned. “Where’s the nursery?” she asked with a large smile on her face.
“It’s a spare bedroom, Ma,” I said, trying not to laugh. The woman was relentless.