CHAPTER519
Sometimes he’s like a child.
“If that’s what you want, I’m sure everyone will be fine…. Some of us predicted this a long time ago.” My mother has come over all misty eyed and weird suddenly, and now I really want them to leave, before this gets anymore awkward for me.
“A heads up would have been nice.” Arrick jokes, coming beside me as we get to my main door. My dad opens it and steps out to the foyer with a last kiss on my head. My mom follows suit and joins him outside.
“You were always a very clever boy, why would you need us to point out that Sophie was clearly meant for you? See, you got here in the end.” She pats him on the cheek then wiggles a little come here finger at him, so that he bends to get her motherly peck on the cheek. “See you for dinner soon, call your mother and we will set it up. A proper family get together.” My dad smiles, and I blanche, that moment of horror, imagining them all sitting around a big huge Carrero, Huntsberger, table and staring at us adoringly. I go to say something in complete knee jerk reaction, but Arry cuts in, placing a hand on my butt and squeezing so that I am shocked into silence.
“We will… I’ll need to go home and see my folks anyway. Have a good trip home.” He seems too cool and chilled out for someone who almost got caught banging a girl, by her parents.
My parents gush at him, say their last goodbyes and saunter down the hall, waving back every few steps until they are out of sight. Arrick pulls me back and shuts the door, sliding his arm around me fully.
“They totally knew we were fucking.” He winks at me and then dodges fast when I make a slap for him.
“I told you to stop calling it that! And no, they didn’t… They don’t think I do that stuff.” I point at him, right in the face with a scowl, my head caving with mortification in case they really did know what we were doing; shame coursing through me that my parents know what I let him do to me.
Oh, God no.
“They know I do that stuff, your mom caught me once………” Arrick sops mid-sentence as though suddenly realizing what he is saying and blanches, completely sheepish, that cute half smile and ‘oh shit’ expression that crosses his face. I eyeroll at him.
“Relax Casanova… You were never shy about your sexual antics. I am more than aware you are well used goods.” I pat him on the arm and walk past to go retrieve my water, still sitting in the kitchen and needing it to unperch my throat, knowing fine I am only drinking water nowadays because of him and he hasn’t even noticed.
“Hey! I’m not well used… Refined, honed skills.” He follows me, grabbing me by the hips and stops me mid step, nuzzling my neck from behind and slowly kissing his way up my jaw. Moving my hair out of the way with soft fingers. I close my eyes and surrender to him, my body sagging into his as the heat from before the intrusion resurfaces quickly. Forgetting everything except his touch.
“Want to experience the skills I acquired; on the couch?” He asks softly, huskily against my skin and it makes every single wanton urge stir in a nano second.
“I wasn’t complaining… I happen to appreciate you took time to master a craft.” I whisper breathily, tuning back into the previous state of ‘take me now.’ He is way too good at this; making me surrender with such simple motions and soft words. His tongue traces my ear and I bite on my lip to curb the urge to moan, pressing my knees together. He smiles against me, knowing fine he has me exactly where he wants me. Reading my body language and subtle tells and acting accordingly.
“Let’s christen it… Think it’s time I showed you how many ways I can make you feel good and prove I can still rock the Casanova crown.” He breathes in my ear, bending in behind me to scoop me up and carries me backwards with a kiss on my mouth."
