“Just put it on. It’ll help keep your hair in place. ” I shot her a half smile. “It’s better than no hat, right?”
She shrugged her
shoulders, saying, “I guess we’ll find out,” and placed the hat on top of her head. She laughed as it fell all the way down, covering her eyes. “You have a huge head!”
I leaned toward her, grabbing the bill of the hat between my fingers and pulled her close. “No. You have a small head. ” I ducked under the hat and planted my lips firmly against hers as she giggled. God, she smelled good.
The engine screamed to life as I turned the key in the ignition. “Ready for this?”
“I’m ready,” she answered with a nod and I took off, the wind whipping through my hair.
“So, have you ever brought a girl home before?” Her voice cut through the sound of the air and the roar of the engine.
I glanced at her before laughing. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No. ” She shrugged.
“Cassie. ” I eyed her before shaking my head. “I’ve never even slept with the same girl twice. ”
“So? That doesn’t mean you haven’t brought some random girl home before. ” She sighed.
I placed my right hand on her knee and caressed her bare skin with my fingers. “You’re the first. And the last,” I informed her, my expression serious.
She smiled and her whole face lit up. Or maybe it was mine. All I know for certain is that smile lit up even my darkest days.
We drove for ten minutes before I pulled the car directly in front of my grandparents’ blue and white one-story house. Gran’s yard was meticulous, with manicured bushes lining the front of the house.
“It’s so cute,” she said, removing my hat and fussing with the tangled strands of her hair.
I smirked in her direction. “Your hair looks perfect, Kitten. Come on. ” I grabbed the hat she discarded and pulled it on my head, tucking my hair underneath.
I opened the car door and helped her down, my hands resting on her hips and ass. “I think you’re trying to kill me in that dress. ”
“I’m glad you like it,” she teased, her eyebrows raised.
“I’ll like you better out of it,” I whispered against her neck.
“Jack! Stop it. ” She smacked my arm and I laughed.
We interlocked our fingers and I led her toward the blue double front doors. One of them shot open and Dean appeared, grinning from ear to ear. “It’s about time,” he chastised before pulling Cassie against him in a tight bear hug.
“I will hurt you. Get off her. ” I playfully shoved him away from her.
Cassie laughed at our horseplay, then lifted her chin, sniffing at the air. “It smells incredible in here. ”
“It’s Gran’s homemade sauce,” Dean said with a smile.
“Welcome home. ” I beamed, watching as she looked around at all our things.
“Look at all these old pics of you two. You were so cute,” she said, pointing at an elementary school photo framed on the wall.
“We’re still cute. ” I led her across the aging beige carpet toward the entryway to the kitchen.
We walked through and I immediately spotted Gran leaning over the stove, her graying brown hair pinned tightly back in a bun. Gramps sat at the round dinner table, reading the newspaper. He looked up when he heard our footsteps, his glasses resting on the tip of his nose like always.
“Oh, Ma, they’re here!” Gramps sounded excited. He rose from his chair and walked straight toward Cassie with open arms.
“You must be Cassie. It’s so nice to finally meet you. ” He squeezed her hard against his chest.