His hair falls in his face, his eyes peeking out from between the strands.
“I’d ask if that’s okay, but you don’t get much say in it, I’m afraid. Not this time.” He steps forward, his semi hard-on, which he’s had the whole time, quickly becoming a full one.
“Do I ever get a say-so?”
His large hand grips my waist, his thumb trailing circles on the skin right above my panties.
“No. We’re going to start by watching movies, and you’re going to relax. I’m going to try really hard to make it through one movie without taking you to bed. But no promises.”
I laugh softly. Scruff scratches the delicate skin on my neck, plush lips kissing my throat.
“You laugh like that, in something as cute as these?” His fingers snap the elastic band of my panties against my skin. “We won’t make it out of the kitchen.”
“You’re hopeless.” I smirk, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“Go pick some movies out. I’m going to put on my boxers so you’ll stop seducing me with your eyes.”
He gives my ass cheek a slap and steps past me.
A knock sounds at the front door, and we both freeze.
“Expecting someone?”
I shrug. “No.”
The front door swings open, and my eyes go as wide as saucers.
My mom.
TWELVE
JILLIAN
“Jilly Bean!” my mother calls, stepping into the house. She turns, shutting the door with her shoulder, her hands full carrying a casserole. All the blood in my face drains, and my lips part.
Zeek is standing feet from her, and I’m right behind him in the doorway of the kitchen. I look around for something to give Zeek to cover his junk.
“Your father told me about your—OH, MY GOD!” She screams, dropping the casserole on the floor.
Too late.
Zeek, still cupping himself, raises one hand and waves. He fucking waves!
“Hey.”
My mother turns, facing the front door. “Oh, I didn’t realize you had company, dear.”
Shoot me now.
She’s wearing khaki-colored pants with a white shirt, a blue sweater thrown over her shoulders. She keeps readjusting the sleeves of the sweater nervously, her face as red as can be.
Zeek lowers himself, picking up the glass casserole dish. Some hash brown with melted cheese falls out of the side of it, landing on the floor. Darn, I really liked that recipe.
Jinx meows excitedly, prancing to the spilled food.
Zeek holds the dish over his cock, the melted cheese and hash brown that have stuck to the plate giving him some coverage.
“Hi. I’m Caroline, Jillian’s mother. I just wanted to drop off a casserole, wasn’t sure how well Jillian was getting around.” My mother gives a little wave, her back still facing us.
“Um, yeah. The doctor gave me some meds, and I’ve been doing hot soaks to help with the tension.” Zeek turns my way, a big, arrogant smile on his face, and winks. His cocky expression conveying he’s helped in my recuperation.
“Mmhhm. Right, darling. I’ll just come back by later.” She opens the door and steps out.
“Just… call first!” I holler.
“It was nice meeting you, um…” My mom is trying so hard to avoid looking our way, it’s almost funny.
“Nice meeting you, too,” Zeek replies, his voice smooth as silk.
The door slams and I fall against the doorway, humiliated.
“She seems nice.” He shrugs.
***
Sitting on the floor, Zeek thumbs through my DVD’s. He is clearly not amused by my selection of movies.
“That is your third time going through those.” I giggle. All the movies I own are classic romances, or chick flicks. The look of disgust on his face is quite amusing.
“I need something with some action.”
“We can rent a movie.”
“No, going out in public is too risky.”
“No, I mean I have Vudu.”
“What the hell is that?”
“Seriously, you’ve never heard of it?”
“Unless it’s the magical power your * has over me that we’re referring to, then no. I have never heard of ‘Voodoo’.”
“Not that kind of Voodoo. It’s got a lot of movies you can watch on demand.”
“I don’t usually get to watch movies. Hell, I don’t remember the last time I even had a day off,” he responds quickly, as if he’s thinking out loud. “What does it have?”
I click the TV on, and pull up Vudu. “We can watch Southpaw. It’s about boxing.”
“Never heard of it, but it sounds like my kind of movie.”
I rent it.
Twenty minutes in, I’m crying. I don’t mean those cute little sniffles and hidden tears, either. No, I’m full-on sobbing.
Zeek tenses. I can tell he has no clue what to do. Awkwardly, he wraps his arm around me, pulling me close. By the end of the movie, I’m practically in his lap, our bodies tangled together. His hand is cupping my tit, his nose against my neck. You can’t really tell where he begins and where I end. It’s warm, and the most comfortable spot in the world.