“Well, I’ve been around Ms. Lucy Lane for a little over a year now, and I can say I’ve never seen her smile or laugh as much as she does when she’s around you,” River said, toasting his cup of milk to Benji.
Lucy rolled her eyes, her face filling with color as she looked across the table at her soon-to-be stepdad. “Never had anything to smile or laugh about, unless Angela Lynn had something to say.” That made all of them smile, but the tension was back. All of them worried about spunky little Angie. Lucy eyed Benji, a grin pulling at her lips. “But maybe I do now.”
“Well, I’d say so,” Autumn gushed, beaming ear to ear as River nodded happily. “So, Benji, tell me, what are you doing on Christmas?” Autumn asked and Benji shrugged.
“Well, I was hoping I could score an invitation to hang with you guys at apparently the coolest wedding ever.”
“Done. The whole family will be in. Jude and Jace will be excited to meet you. So please come.”
The thought of meeting the other Sinclair brothers as Lucy’s boyfriend kind of made him nervous, but he wouldn’t miss it for the world. “I’m there.”
Lucy grinned as she leaned on the table, his arm falling to her hip. “It’s his birthday,” she said as Audrey came to the table.
“Is it?” Autumn exclaimed, looking up to Audrey. “We need to have that lemon cake he keeps talking about as a side cake for one.” Benji wanted to protest, but he knew Autumn would ignore him. She was Lucy’s mother, very headstrong but not as angry, and he was finding he was starting to care for the sweet lady. “It’ll be Benji’s birthday.”
When Autumn flashed him a grin, squeezing his hand, Benji smiled.
And he felt like, maybe, he could really belong to this family one day.
As he pressed Lucy into the wall, Benji’s fingers bit into her ribs and he got lost in her kisses. She tasted like cake, Audrey’s fabulous cake, and he honestly wasn’t sure if he liked the cake more on a plate or on her mouth.
One thing was for sure, he wasn’t about to stop.
Lifting her up, he pressed himself into her as her fingers threaded through his hair, arching her chest into his. He held her ass and she gasped against his mouth, pulling away as his lips trailed down her jaw.
“I’m gonna put a sectional over there.”
He couldn’t fathom why she wanted to talk about the design right now, but he was too busy to stop her. Dragging his teeth down her throat, he gasped against her as she squeezed her legs around his waist.
“It’s gonna look great… Oh God, yes,” she moaned as he dipped his tongue in the V of her shirt. “But, but, can we pause?”
“No,” he said against her skin, nipping her collarbone before grazing his teeth against her jaw. “No shits are given about design right now. All I care about is getting inside you.”
She gave him a serious look. “But I want to tell you.”
“And I want to fuck you,” he said desperately. “I leave in two days. I won’t get this ass for almost two weeks. Talk later, okay?”
When he went to kiss her, she put her hand up, stopping him. “It will take me five minutes, and then you can have your way with me.”
He paused, thinking it over as he held her gaze. “Actually, I can have my way with you without listening because I’m pretty sure you can’t say no to me.”
She scoffed. “Don’t get me confused with yourself,” she said, patting his chest and wiggling out of his grasp, her feet hitting the ground. “Now, as I was saying…”
Groaning loudly, he leaned into the wall, his cock throbbing in his pants. He didn’t want to wait. But like she said, he couldn’t say no to her. As she moved away from him, pointing to the long wall that held all the big windows, she said with a raspy voice, “This is where the sectional will go.” He nodded but it was hard, especially with his heartbeat roaring in his ears and all the blood in his body going right to his cock. When she started to remove her shirt, throwing it down on the spot, he paused. He drank in the sight of her pale skin against the dark red of the bra she wore, and his groin tightened as she moved to the corner. “Here will be the big, man recliner. Sorry, the gamer chair is going upstairs in the toy room.” She undid her pants, pushing them down her thighs. His mouth went dry as she turned, bending over to give him one hell of a view of her plump ass with only a peek of a red string thong.
Choking on his words, he said, “You mean collectibles?”
She nodded, looking over her shoulder at him. “Oh, of course,” she muttered, turning and going to the TV. “This will be wall-mounted.” With her eyes holding his, she undid her bra and hung it over the TV. “Good spot, huh?”
But Benji couldn’t speak. He was aching to touch her breasts, and he had almost closed the distance between them, but then she was walking toward him. Strutting in the wickedest way, she paused beside him, running her hand down his chest, his stomach, and pausing at his cock, squeezing it through his jeans.
“Damn,” he wheezed and she grinned, her eyes wicked as she held his.