“Just being honest, babe. I’d prefer to ditch my family, toss you in the middle of the bed, and stay there for the next three days.”
“We’ll see about fulfilling the last two parts of that preference after we get back from your parents’.”
Hell, yeah. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
* * *
Mom hasn’t stopped smiling since we got here. Maybe even Dad, too. I think they’re as mesmerized with Wren as I am. “You’ve been a business partner with Lawrence’s brother for four years. How in the world have you two missed running into each other until a few months ago?”
“I’m probably to blame for that. I haven’t come to visit Ollie much since I opened my shop.” Wren is a dedicated businesswoman. I respect that.
My dad cups his hand over my mom’s. “All things happen in good time. You know that well, mon cher.”
“Indeed, I do.” They’re referring to my brother.
My parents were high school sweethearts. Mom got pregnant her senior year. Neither of them felt prepared to marry or raise a baby so they jointly chose adoption. They stayed together after giving up their son and married three years later. It’s been thirty-five years and they’re still trying to find him. Not an easy thing to do with sealed adoption records.
I agree with what my dad said. All things happen in good time. Meeting Wren four years ago would have been disastrous. “I would have been in the middle of the divorce if we’d met when my partnership with Stout was in the early stages. I’m glad it worked out as it did.”
“Luc.” My mom scrunches her nose and shakes her head. She disapproves of something I’ve said.
“What, Mom?”
“It’s in bad taste to bring that up in front of Lawrence.” She means the divorce. She hates discussing Bridgette, period.
“It’s okay, Mom. Lawrence knows everything about Bridgette and me from start to finish. No need to pretend it didn’t happen.”
“Maybe so, but as your girlfriend, she may not want to be reminded you were once married to someone else.” I suppose any other woman might be upset by the mention of it. But not my girl.
Wren reaches for my hand beneath the table. “It’s okay. I understand Bridgette was, and still is, a large part of Brou’s life. We’ve met, and I like her very much.”
My mom’s smiling. Guess Wren said something she likes. But Josette Broussard isn’t a fan of Bridgette. I doubt she’d grin about Wren speaking in her defense.
I bet she likes Wren’s nickname for me. She and my dad have always had pet names for one another. Jojo and Obi. She’d think Wren calling me Brou is sweet. The same with me calling her Wren. An indicator of things moving forward, the only direction she wants for me.
Funny how naturally you can fall into certain patterns with some people in your life.
“Most women wouldn’t be so understanding of their relationship.”
We no longer discuss it but I know my mother still feels Bridgette and Warren betrayed me. She’s never said so but I suspect she’s bitter they married and had children.
“It was an unfortunate situation but Lucas and Bridgette came out as friends on the other side. Good friends. That doesn’t happen often. I think it’s a true testament to their natures.”
“My son is an exceptional man for the way he handled himself through that entire situation, from the moment he found out Bridgette was pregnant.”
That’s so far from what really happened. No one knows the real truth. “Mom . . .”
“It’s true, Luc. A lot of grown men don’t stand by the mothers of their children the way you did.”
I can’t stand hearing my mom’s praises for the wonderful way she believes I handled the situation with Bridgette. “Okay, I’m sure Lawrence has heard plenty about all of that.”
Wren scoots away from the table. “Where is your restroom?”
“Down the hallway, first door on the right.”
“Luc, she’s lovely. I can see why you love her.”
I’m happy to hear my mother’s approval. “She’s pretty fantastic.”
“That hippie is a hot piece of ass,” Briac says.
“Bri . . .” There’s a warning in Mom’s voice.
I lift a brow at my brother. “You don’t know the half of it.”
“I’m being serious, Luc. I think she could be exactly what you need.”
“Exactly what I need for what?”
“A wife. A mother for your children.” I can’t argue with her. Wren would make a wonderful wife and mother.
If I ever wanted to marry and have children, Wren would be the one. But I don’t. And I’m terrified it’s going to cost me our relationship in the end.
She didn’t make it an issue even after Bridg opened her big mouth. Surely we’re on the same page?
Losing Wren . . . that would crush me.
I wouldn’t know how to let her go. She’s a part of me now. How do you relinquish a piece of yourself?
I almost didn’t survive the last time I lost a part of myself. It changed me forever.
Can’t go through that again.
* * *
I stop before we reach the bed so I can kiss her—just a simple, sweet, romantic token of my affection. “Keeping my hands off you has been very difficult tonight.”
“I know. I enjoyed being with your family but I’ve been dying to get back here.”
“They adored you, just as I knew they would.” Maybe a little too much.
“I like your parents a lot. And Briac too.”
“Good.” I move to her neck and hit that spot just below her ear, the one that always sends chills down her spine.
“They have a truly amazing story.” Figures she’d tell Wren. “Do you think that’s why she’s so proud of the way you handled Bridgette being pregnant?”
“Probably.”
“Did that play a big part in your decision?”
“I guess.”
“Want me to hush about it?”
“Yes.” I grasp the bottom of her dress and pull it up and over her head. I’m not waiting another minute to have her.
I palm and squeeze her breasts gently while kissing her neck and slowly move my lips down to her shoulder. Let’s get this bra off so I can touch her thoroughly. My mouth migrates to the space between her breasts, and I can’t resist pushing them together and rubbing my face in them. She loves when I do that. I love when I do that as well.
I move lower and drop to my knees in front of her. Worshipping her body with my mouth.
Fingers in my hair. Panting breath. She likes what I’m doing.
My tongue swipes once, then a second time over her belly button. “Everything from my nipples down to the tips of my toes tingles.”
“Tingling isn’t the only thing I’m going to make you do.”
One finger slides inside the front of her panties. Just one so my fingertip can softly stroke her clit in a come-hither motion. She quickly gets wet for me so I wrap my hand around her hipbone and kiss her stomach before my mouth moves in a more southern direction.
This is never the best position for what I’m about to do. I already know I’m not going to accomplish my goal this way but I can’t resist starting out with licking her to jumpstart things. I want her to want me so much she can hardly stan
d it.
“Brouuu.”
I swipe my tongue up her slit while she squirms in an attempt to part her legs. “Want more?”
“Yes. A lot more.”
“Good, ’cause I plan on giving you as much as you want for as long as you want it.” I won’t quit when I’m tired. I’ll quit when we’re done.
I guide her to sit on the edge of the bed and lift each leg so I can hook them over my shoulders. I bury my nose in her crotch and inhale deeply. “I can never get enough of this.”
“And I can never get enough of seeing your mouth on me.” Wren’s language is mostly tame. Sometimes I want to tell her to stop being so fucking polite and just say what she’s thinking.
I believe I will.
“Tell me you love it when I lick your pussy.”
She drags her nails through my hair and wriggles. “Brou . . .”
“Or your hot cunt. I love both so it’s your choice.”
“Brou . . .”
“Come on, baby. You can do it.” I lean forward and lick her up the center. “Tell me.”
She hesitates a moment and wears a timid smile. “I love it when you . . . lick my pussy.”
Motherfucker, that is hot. “Now, tell me you want me to eat your cunt.”
“Brou!”
“You’ve got this, baby. You can do it.”
She drags her nails across my scalp a couple times. Stalling. Come on, Wren. Say it.
She draws a deep breath. “I want you to . . . eat my cunt.” Her sexy-as-fuck words are followed by a breathless moan, instead of the timid giggle I was expecting. She likes this game. And that’s a turn-on.
“My sweet, Wren, I’m turning you into a naughty-talking sex freak who likes to watch my head bob between your legs.”
“Yes, you dirty bastard. You’ve ruined me. I’ll never want to be with another man because I know he can’t make me feel the way you do.” That’s the way I want it.
The thought of another man putting his mouth on any part of Wren drives me insane. “I’m the only man who touches you. The only one who tastes you.” I rub my thumb down her slit. “The only one who licks this pussy.”