“Present?” Mom chirps, standing as well.
My father shoots me a questioning look, but I shrug in response. Bella walks outside and returns with the bag she had when I picked her up. Weirdly, I never even bothered to question what it was.
“This is for me?” Mom asks with surprise as Bella hands it to her.
“It’s nothing much, but I noticed all the quilts in the pictures you had in that album of Ethan growing up the other day. My grandmother always loved quilting and sort of passed it on to me. I borrowed these from that album so that I could make the gift,” Bella goes on, handing her back pictures she apparently swiped from that motherfucking wedding album.
Mom’s eyes glisten as she pulls out the quilt—Bella quilts?—and looks it over. “This is beautiful. Why haven’t I ever thought to do this?”
As she holds it up and lets it drop, I see there are fabric squares with my pictures all over the quilt. Ah hell. Now my mother really will be planning a damn wedding.
“Thank you,” Mom says in awe, and Bella shrugs while flushing, as though she didn’t expect any praise.
In a whirlwind of motion, my mother is suddenly clutching Bella to her, and my father is left holding the quilt. He gives me a smirk, as if to say, “You’re fucked.”
Mom is wiping her eyes when she backs away from Bella, and Bella is smiling like she’s proud of her gift.
By the time we make it outside, I’m pouncing. “You quilt?”
“Don’t make fun,” she says as though she was waiting on it. “There’s a reason I told you I was cleaning last night. I barely got that thing finished in time.”
“Sucking up to my mother?” I drawl, still grinning as she blushes more.
“Fuck off,” she finally huffs, getting in my car as I laugh.
When I get inside the car, Bella is eyeing me in warning as I snicker. She crosses her arms over her chest, ignoring me as I continue to laugh and mock her. But my laughter and mockery cut off when we’re halfway to my house, because Bella is hovering over my lap and unzipping my jeans.
“What are you doing?” I ask, even though my voice hitches.
“Shutting you up,” she says a second before her hand is on my cock and pulling it out.
Before I can protest, her mouth closes around the tip for the first time, and I swerve, barely stopping myself from running my car into a mailbox.
“Eyes on the road, and drive slow,” she coaches, grinning before she suddenly takes me into her mouth fully this time, almost sucking me down to the base.
My foot comes off the gas completely as my heart hammers against my chest. The piercings don’t seem to be giving her any trouble as she works her mouth up and down, taking me in and driving me fucking crazy.
When she starts humming low in her throat, the vibrations nearly cause me to come in her mouth right then. I fight off the urge just to keep from embarrassing myself.
I tug at her hair, keeping one hand on the wheel. “Bella, I’m going to fucking wreck,” I tell her, trying and failing not to sound like I’m out of breath.
Her mouth pops off my cock, but she keeps a hand on it, holding it just inches from her lips.
“Shut up and drive,” she says before ducking down and starting all over.
She’s really fucking bossy when she sucks dick.
My hips move of their own accord, but Bella works her hand and mouth in unison with my small thrusts. It’s an embarrassing few seconds later when my balls tighten and I explode into her mouth without warning.
She doesn’t jerk away. Instead, she continues to blow my mind by drinking every bit of it down, swallowing with ease.
She’s smirking when she raises up and looks around at where I’ve pulled over onto the shoulder.
Like I could really drive like that.
I’m a boneless pile of uselessness, leaning back in my seat while panting like a damn dog. Grinning, she reaches over and pats my cheek.
“I’ll drive,” she says while getting out of the car.