“We do. I mean, unless you— Do you want me to quit the club.”
Tonight was supposed to be easy, about romance and just some fun. This was a whole lot more. It was heavy and life-changing. She would have to tell her parents about him. That was going to be a big deal. She wasn’t sure how they’d take her dating Matthew.
“You love the club, Matthew. You always talked about being part of the club.”
“I know, but I want you more.”
“No. The club is what you want, and I won’t ever take that away from you. Ever. I’ll learn to, you know, be part of it.” She wasn’t a fool and knew she wasn’t used to large crowds, but that had changed in college. “For you.”
“You’d do that?”
“I’m not going to let you give up what you love for me. Not ever. You want to be a fully patched-in member. I don’t exactly know what it all means, but I’ve got an idea.” It was why she was going to call that number and arrange a meet-up. To protect Matthew and make sure his spot at the club was there. “Also, when my parents get back from their trip, you’re going to have to meet them.”
“Your parents?”
“Yeah, but a word of warning, they don’t exactly know about the whole pregnancy scare thing.”
“They don’t?”
“No.”
“Oh.”
She giggled. “I’m sorry. I never told them. I was kind of freaking out at the time, and it never came up.”
Matthew kissed her. “Then I’m glad. Because that means I don’t have to try to win them over with some bad blood between us.”
“They’re going to adore you.”
“You think?”
She cringed. “I have no idea.”
He chuckled, and as he did, she felt his cock. Reaching into the water, she wrapped her fingers around his length and started to work him up and down.
“Fuck, that feels good. I want to be inside you.”
She wanted that too. “We need a condom.”
He growled. “They’re downstairs.”
Luna kissed him.
“Baby, come on.”
“Nope, not without a rubber.” She climbed out of the tub, grabbed a towel, and turned toward him. “I’ll be right back.” She winked at him and made her way downstairs, going to where his pants were. They hadn’t lasted long and his pants were in the dining room.
Matthew had closed the curtains and locked the windows and doors before they sat down for dinner.
Grabbing the condom from his pants, she paused as she looked at her bag. She glanced upstairs and knew he was waiting, but this was important.
She picked up her bag, pulled out her purse and cell phone. After typing in the number, she clicked the green button and placed her cell phone to her ear.
It rang three times, and then the call was picked up. Nohello. No nothing.
“Product,” she said, remembering Harris’s warning.
“Two weeks. I’ll contact with a time, date, and meeting.”