“Even better, we’ll deal with tomorrow, then we’ll move you in.” I laugh, God, do I laugh. It’s uncontrollable and takes me a few minutes to get myself together.
“What is so funny?” Asa is smiling down at me.
“I’m pretty sure I said when you asked, yet you just told me I’m moving in. Who does that?” I laugh again before saying, “Apparently, Asa Thomas Hart,” I throw out his full name, much like Asa’s mom did not long ago.
“Damn straight. Now we’re going to go celebrate and finish what we started.” I’m lifted off my feet, his shoulder going to my stomach, his big hand palming my ass to keep me steady as he takes us to his bedroom, where I know he’ll make good on his word.
CHAPTER TWELVE
asa
“You ready for this?” I ask Montana. We talked this morning, designing a game plan on how to tackle this so-called family meeting. It was decided we’d drive in my truck today, which meant me taking half the morning to clean it out, the random empty bottles of water and Gatorade were littering the floorboard, then vacuuming along with wiping shit down. Montana offered for us to take her vehicle, but there was no way we’d be arriving in her vehicle our first outing, let alone with her driving. Nope, I wasn’t having that, and Montana must have understood it pretty damn easily. She just shrugged her shoulders, went back into the house once she saw what I was doing, and proceeded to make her double-brownie-layered dessert.
“Of course.” I help her out of my truck, grab the dessert from her lap, and hold her hand in mine as we make our way up the pathway that leads to my parents’ house. You’d think we’re an hour late with all the cars parked up and down not only the driveway but the street, too.
“Hey, Asa?” Montana squeezes my hand to get my attention. I’m lost in a fog knowing this is going to be a great day that could go to shit.
“Yeah, babe.” I look down at her. Our height difference makes it so when she lays her head down on my chest, I’m able to rest my chin on top. She’s fucking gorgeous, and no matter the outcome today, I know she’ll be coming home with me.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
“Never better. Never freaking better,” I reply, ready to deal with whatever comes our way.
“Good, because I’m really freaking excited that we won’t be sneaking around anymore. We can even go on an actual date in town instead of having to drive a few towns over.” She smiles. She’s not wrong. It’s also why we don’t do it a whole lot. Driving over an hour for a meal in a different area isn’t fun. We did it a few times until Montana said she’d rather we cook at home. It’s not like we could go out, eat dinner, go dancing, have a few drinks, and Uber or Lyft back. Not to mention when Montana starts drinking, let’s just say her hands don’t stop moving. One time, I had to pull over on the side of the road when she lifted the center console, unzipped my pants, and her smooth velvet mouth landed on my cock. Yep, it was a fuck of a good time, had me coming so hard and fast, it’ll always be one of my top ten memories with Montana staring it’s role. The only shit part about being on the side of the road was worrying about the cops potentially pulling over, so I couldn’t give her the reprieve I knew she needed. We made up for it after finally making it home.
“Then I think it’s time we have a night out on the town.” A plan formulates in my mind, and come Friday night, we’ll be having one hell of a good time.
“I look forward to it. We’re okay. What they have to say or what they think they know, it doesn’t matter. It’s the two of us.” Our hands disengage. She slides her hand up my chest, placing it on my heart, and juts her mouth up, silently telling me she wants a kiss. I take her lips with mine in a soft kiss, no tongue, no going at it with one another, even though it wouldn’t take but one flick of my tongue to set her off.
“Ewwwww!” Jace’s little-boy voice has us breaking away like we’ve been caught with my hands down her shorts by our parents when we were teenagers. “Uncle Asa and Aunt Montana are making out!” he announces to the world. Montana shrugs. I shake my head. That’s one hell of a way to make an entrance.
“We weren’t making out. That’s only something parents do. You remember that time you caught your mom and dad in the living room?” I lay it on thick to gross out my nephew.