Never Doubt Me: Judge Me Not #2(27)

Giving her a light swat on the ass, I say with a sigh, “You better go.”

After Kay’s on her way, I head back into the house. In the kitchen, I happen upon Cassie and Will, who are apparently having an R-rated moment of their own. Cassie is sitting in Will’s lap, her mouth on his. They don’t even notice me. I chuckle to myself on my way to the sink. But when things threaten to turn X-rated, my brother shifting Cassie’s hand from his thigh up to his crotch, I clear my throat—loudly.

Cassie jumps off Will so fast it takes all my self-control to keep from laughing out loud.

“Sorry to interrupt,” I say with a smirk directed at my brother.

He’s smirking right back, cocky bastard, while Cassie, who’s blushing profusely, busies herself with gathering the plates from the table.

Something is clearly wrong with this picture, though, as I distinctly recall telling Cassie and Will to clean up after breakfast.

Turning to Will, I say, “You’re supposed to be cleaning, too. Help your girlfriend.”

“Dude, she’s got it,” he whines.

I then insist Will help his girl.

“You could use the distraction,” I say, nodding to where he’s adjusting an obvious hard-on.

I decide it’s probably prudent to stay in the kitchen, so I start cleaning up, as well. My presence, however, doesn’t deter Will from feeling up Cassie every time he thinks I’m not paying attention.

Damn, it’s a good thing she’s leaving today. I don’t know how much longer I could keep those two apart.

But I need not worry. Mrs. Sutter arrives shortly before noon, right on schedule, to pick up her daughter. Will, Cassie, and I meet her out in the driveway. Will carries Cassie’s suitcase over to her car as the taxi Cassie’s mom arrives in drops her off and backs out of the long driveway.

Mrs. Sutter then rushes over to her daughter.

“Mom,” Cassie cries out as the two meet in a reunion embrace.

On his way back from Cassie car, Will glances over at the mother-daughter love-fest. When he reaches me, he says, “Mrs. Sutter is kind of hot, dude. Am I right or am I right? She’s like an older, curvier Cassie.”

I roll my eyes, refrain from commenting. Will’s teenage-boy hormones are in overdrive this morning. But it is true that Mrs. Sutter is attractive. And like Will commented, she’s definitely an older version of her daughter, with long blond hair and a thin body, but, also like Will pointed out, she’s far curvier. Another striking difference between mother and daughter is their attire. Cassie has on cutoff, white denim shorts and a graphic tee, while her mother is dressed for success. She’s wearing a smart business suit and expensive-looking pumps.

Following what feels like a five-minute hug, along with a few tears and apologies, Cassie and her mom finally break apart. They step over to where Will and I are standing.

Will introduces me to Cassie’s mom, and she kicks off the conversation by thanking me for letting Cassie stay at my house, to which I reply, “It was the least I could do, Mrs. Sutter.”

Cassie’s mom juts out her hip, then places her hand on my forearm and squeezes lightly.

“Still,” she says softly, “it was very kind of you, Chase. And I really appreciate that. Oh, and please just call me Stephanie.”

Cassie’s mom is clearly hitting on me. She continues to thank me and thank me for keeping an eye on her daughter all week. I mostly just nod and brush it off, prompting her to move closer to me, all smiling and giggly.

Lord help me. It isn’t the first time I’ve been hit on by an older woman. And in another life, I would have been all over that MILF shit. But I am not that guy anymore. I’m with Kay—body, heart, and soul. My girl is it for me.

So, while Cassie and Will talk amongst themselves, I casually ignore every last one of Stephanie’s come-ons.

Eventually, though, I’ve had enough. To get her off my dick, I pointedly ask, “You sure you have everything straightened out at home? That deviant who was harassing your daughter is definitely gone, yeah?”

Apart from tiring of the misplaced affections, I figure I have a right to make sure my brother won’t have any reason to run away with this woman’s daughter a second time.

The serious turn in which I’ve steered the conversation is effective. Stephanie drops the flirty act and says somberly, “Yeah, Paul is gone for good. He didn’t even leave a forwarding address, which is just as well. He isn’t coming back.”

“Well, let’s try to keep it that way,” I strongly suggest, hoping she’s not the kind of woman who will eventually forgive him and let the dick move back in.

Perhaps detecting my skepticism, she says, “I’ll never let that man back in my house.”

Cassie and Will have quit talking, and she says quietly, “Come on, Mom, we better get going.”

Before they depart, Will gives Cassie a good-bye kiss that makes Stephanie clear her throat. And then mother and daughter are off.

When Cassie’s car, with her mom at the wheel, disappears from sight, Will’s eyes remain downcast. Wearing the same scuffed, black Chucks he arrived in, he grinds his toe into the gravel.

“You okay?” I ask.

He nods once. “Yeah.”

“Would you want to do something this afternoon,” I throw out.

He nods, and I ask, “Like what?”