Four Week Fiance 2(52)

“I’m just joking,” he said and laughed, though he still looked slightly pissed off.

“I don’t mind spoiling my girlfriends,” James said as he walked closer to me. “In fact, I consider it a pleasure.”

“Oh yeah?” I smiled at him, trying to be beguiling, trying to annoy TJ for embarrassing me like that.

“So do I,” Brody said to Sally with a huge grin as he sidled up closer to her. “In fact, I think I plan a pretty good first date as well.”

“Oh yeah?” she said with a grin.

“Yeah.” He stared into her eyes. “I’d like to take you on one sometime.”

“Brody.” Cody slapped his friend around the shoulder. “Sally doesn’t want a player like you,” he said with a smile on his face, but as I stared at my brother’s tense face, I had the feeling that he was very jealous. Hmm, interesting.

“Mila, is the food nearly ready?” TJ asked me, his eyes narrowed. “I think we’re all ready to eat.”

“I’m not hungry for food,” Brody said and licked his lips as he stared at Sally’s legs, and I watched as Cody glared at him.

“Don’t be a pig,” James said and gave me a small smile. “Excuse my friend. He can’t contain himself around a beautiful girl.”

“And you can?” Brody said with a laugh.

“I’m doing so right now, aren’t I?” James answered and then looked at me. “I think I’m being a gentleman—right, Mila?”

“Oh yes, I think—”

“Mila, let’s go and check the food.” TJ grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the kitchen. I followed behind him quickly, feeling slightly amused that he was jealous. “Is it ready?” he asked me, glaring at me as we walked into the kitchen.

“Unlikely,” I said as I rolled my eyes at him and opened the oven. “There’s no need to be rude to our guests, TJ.”

“I’m not being rude,” he said as he stood there and poured some more whiskey. “I’m sure they’re hungry, just as I am.”

“Yeah, you weren’t complaining of hunger when you got home.”

“I didn’t want to be rude.” He shrugged.

“TJ.” I rolled my eyes at him. “You’re jealous.”

“Jealous of what?” He shook his head at me, his eyes looking slightly pissed still.

“Nothing,” I said as I ladled some gravy over the chicken to baste it, before covering it again and pushing it back into the oven. ‘It’s not ready, like I said.”

“Well, just make sure you’re paying attention to the guests as well as the food.”

“Yes, sir, no sir, three bags full, sir.”

“Keep calling me, sir, Mila.” TJ’s eyes sparkled at me.

“And what will happen if I do?” I put my hands on my hips and stared at him. “Huh?”

“You really wanna know?” His lips tilted up to the right.

“Yes, sir,” I said and licked my lips naughtily at him.

“Come with me,” he growled and grabbed my hand.

“Where are we going?” I opened my eyes innocently at him.

“I should take you to the living room, and give everyone a show.” He pulled me towards him and leaned down and kissed me roughly. “But I’m not going to do that.”

“I wouldn’t let you do that.” I kissed him back passionately and bit down on his lower lip.

“You wouldn’t let me, huh?” he said before sucking on my tongue. I reached my hands up and ran my fingers through his hair and pulled on his silky tresses as I pushed my body against his chest and felt his warmness against me.

“Nope,” I whispered against his lips, and he groaned.

“Come,” he said and he pulled me out of the kitchen and down towards the bedroom.

“TJ,” I whispered. “Where are we going?”

“You know where,” he said as he opened the bedroom door and then pushed me inside before closing it.

“TJ, the food might burn, plus we have guests.”

“So?” He grinned at me wickedly. “Who cares about a little burnt food?”

“James might,” I said innocently and his eyes narrowed.

“Mila, Mila, Mila,” he said softly and he pushed me down on the bed. “Legs up.”

“Legs up?” I asked with a curious frown and kept my legs down.

“Legs up.” He nodded and I watched as he unzipped his belt and pulled his hard cock out. It stuck out of his pants proudly and I swallowed hard as I stared at it. Boy, was it beautiful, and I was not a woman who thought penises were particularly attractive.

“Legs up or what?” I giggled, and he growled as he stepped forward and pulled my dress up. I felt his hands sliding up under my dress and he started to pull my panties down. “TJ,” I said throatily. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“We shouldn’t?” he asked with an evil grin and then he leaned down and I felt his tongue in between my legs and all I could do was start moaning as my legs spread to give him easier access. All thoughts of our guests and my dinner left my mind as his tongue licked up and down my wetness.

“Oh, my God,” I cried out as I felt TJ’s tongue entering me slowly and my body trembled as I clutched the bed sheets. “TJ,” I cried out and he looked up at me and grinned.