Trace rolled her over in a single move, pinning her down. “I’ll order that pizza now. You- you pick the movie.”
“What if I don’t want pizza or a movie?”
He grinned down at her before he bent and nipped her earlobe. She writhed into him, so incredibly responsive. He sucked on the tender skin of her neck and kissed her jaw. “I’m starving. I need the pizza. The movie, we’ll put on and ignore. Does that sound like a deal?”
“It’s a deal if you can get some dipping sauce. There are a few places that have this jalapeno ranch that is amazing. It’s my favorite.”
“Got it.” He kissed her thoroughly, until they were both breathless. “Although I must say there is a dipping sauce I like much better. You have to try it sometime.”
“What’s that?” She frowned up at him.
He winked before he pulled out and rolled away to avoid the swat he knew was coming. “You.”
CHAPTER 11
Ash
After a few days of mind blowing, phenomenal, off the charts, out of the universe, better than anything sex, Ash felt like a new woman. Somehow, Trace was right. He’d actually told her it was his plan to make her more aware of how amazing she was by showing her in bed. She had more confidence. She felt like she walked around with a new glow, despite the late hours she was keeping.
That said, the prospect of Trace meeting her family still turned her into a nervous wreck. Her mom was like a living breathing chastity belt. No, that wasn’t right. Her mom wanted her to be with someone. She spent more time worrying about Ash’s drying up uterus and ovaries than any other human being on earth, certainly more than she herself did.
She was more like… a boner deflator.
She was worried that once Trace met her family, he’d cut her off for good. There was nothing sexy about meeting the good old family.
And he wasn’t even her real boyfriend.
She’d missed him. He’d had to watch his niece the night before and she selfishly felt lost having to spend a night alone. Not that he spent nights. He didn’t. He came over in the evenings, they ordered something in, or she made something to eat, and then he fucked her senseless, usually more than once. They threw in little bits of conversation here and there, getting to know each other a little.
She didn’t want it said that she’d just used him for his body, after all.
Ash’s hands nearly strangled the steering wheel as she navigated her car through the city to her parent’s house. They were getting close. Time to have the conversation she didn’t actually want to have. The little pre meet my family pep talk warning.
“So, we’re going to play the part. My mom will meet you and be satisfied for months to come that we’re still together, even though of course we won’t be. I’ll just keep putting her off and then tell her we broke up.” She white knuckled the steering wheel. They were getting close. All that stood between her sex life drying right the fuck up and her family was about three blocks.
“Right,” Trace nodded carefully. They’d been over it a hundred times already. “And what if we don’t break up?”
“We’re going to break up,” she ground out “Because we were never really dating.”
“Then we can’t really break up, now can we?”
She flashed him a dirty glare and the bastard had the nerve to laugh. Ash narrowed her eyes. She observed Trace at a red light out of the corner of her eye.
There was something… off about him. For starters, he was sweating. Like… a lot. His black t-shirt clung damply to his body, and god, it was July and it was hot, but not that hot and the car was air conditioned. Beads of sweat rolled off his forehead and down his temples. If she wasn’t so concerned, she would have appreciated the sight of all that fabric melded to his tight, chiseled abs. Every single time they had sex she was pretty much dumbstruck by how gorgeous he was, like he somehow got hotter every single time.
“Hey, are you alright?” She tried to reach over and palm her hand on Trace’s forehead, but he pulled back with a nervous laugh.
“Yeah. Just fine.” He flashed her an odd thumbs up and stuck out his tongue in a completely childish manner.
“Nervous much? And by the way, my brother is going to love you. His humor is on the same level, as let’s say… a sick five-year-old.”
“What’s sick five-year-old humor like exactly?”
“I don’t know. A hell of a lot of dirty minded shit that only the most basic caveman would find funny. The dumber you act, the more my brother is going to love you.”
“Great. Did I tell you how much I love him already?”