The Reunion(80)

“Oooh, give it to me hard with that emotional stimulation.”

“I’m going to pound it into you, relentlessly, until you can’t take it anymore.”

Chuckling, I grip his cheeks and press a quick kiss to his lips. “God, I can’t wait to get emotional with you. We’re going to come so hard in each other’s minds.”

His brows rise.

“Too far?” I ask.

“Too far.” He laughs and presses another kiss to my lips as I hold him, happy about what’s to come.





CHAPTER THIRTY





FORD


“Good morning,” says Larkin’s sweet voice as she kisses my chest.

I rub my hand over her back. “Mmm, good morning.”

Her hand floats over my stomach, stirring me awake . . . everywhere. “You are aware it’s your assistant that you’re lying naked on the floor with, in a tent, in your parents’ living room, right?”

“Well aware.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“Perfectly okay with that.” I kiss the top of her head. “Why all the questions?”

“Just making sure. Normally in situations like this, I feel like people wake up and then all of a sudden they’re, like, ‘What the hell have I done?’”

“I am thinking what the hell have I done.” Larkin stiffens next to me. “But not in the way you meant. More like . . . what the hell have I done? And why didn’t I do it sooner?”

I can feel her smile against my chest. “Smooth talker, even in the morning.”

“I try to—”

The garage door opens, and I hear Mom call out in a cheery voice, “Good morning!”

Oh.

Fuck.

I sit up straight, knocking Larkin off me with the sleeping bag. I glance down at my naked body and then look at hers. “My parents are home,” I whisper.

Her eyes widen, and she scrambles for the pillow to cover up.

“Oh my God,” she whispers back. “I’m naked in their living room.”

“We’re both naked in their living room. Shit.”

“Are you awake?” Mom calls out from the kitchen.

I scramble around, looking for my clothes. “Where are my pants?”

“Outside of the tent, on the living room floor.”

“Shit,” I say again.

“I think they’re still sleeping,” I hear Mom say.

“Or they’re out for one of their runs,” Dad says. “Slick roads, though; might not be smart.”

I turn to Larkin. “They can’t see us naked.”

“Obviously,” she whispers. “God, and what would they think of you sleeping with your assistant?” She places her hand on her forehead in distress. “They’re going to think I’m a harlot.”

I glance toward the kitchen and then back at Larkin. “They won’t.” I pause. “Shit, I have no idea what they might think, but I have a feeling if they see us naked, they will have something to say about it.”

“Anyone in their right mind would have something to say about finding two individuals naked in their living room,” Larkin says, her panic rising.

I grip her hand for a brief moment. “It’s okay. We can be really quiet and let them believe we’re not here, and then we’ll sneak out while they’re taking showers.”

“That’s a great idea and all, but all of our clothes are outside this tent.”

“Fuck,” I mutter and then lean an ear toward the kitchen. Luckily, we didn’t zip up the tent, so I can partially see the living room. “I think I see my pants. Why don’t I get dressed quick and distract them in the kitchen while you get dressed?”

She nods. “Okay, yeah, that’s a great idea.”

“Good.” I ease out of the sleeping bag as quietly as I can and reach out for my sweatpants, which are about three feet away. I look over my shoulder to find Larkin staring at my bare ass. “Can you not look at me from that angle?” I ask. “It’s not entirely flattering.”

She clamps her hand over her mouth, suppressing a laugh. “It’s flattering on this end.”

“That’s never a flattering angle.”

She motions to the living room. “Just grab your pants; who cares what angle I’m seeing your ass at.”

“I care. Because you’re not just looking at ass . . .”

“Are you referring to your balls? Because those are nice too.”

My cheeks flame. “We have severely crossed the line.”

“We crossed it last night, when your face was between my legs the second go-around.” She smirks, nibbling on her bottom lip.

“Don’t get me—”

“Your coloring book is in here,” Mom says, her voice drawing closer.

Fuck.

I quickly snag my pants and then pop back into the tent while Larkin dives under the sleeping bag.

I’m a sitting duck with two options.

Pray I can put my pants on faster than my mom can enter the living room, or I can duck under the sleeping bag as well.

Can you guess what I decided on?

Hint: it wasn’t the right choice.