"What? I'm meeting your parents?"
"Seems so."
I had no words. Completely fucking blindsided, again. How do I explain who I am? Oh, hi Mrs. Brand, I'm Jennifer, your younger son paid your older son to have sex with me. Might as well tattoo whore across my forehead. Yeah… no thanks.
"Can I skip?"
"No. She knows you're with me and is expecting you. Little tip, there is no getting out of it once Mum has made up her mind."
"Must run in the family," I mumbled.
"I'll be working for a few more hours. If you want, you can go home and get ready."
I took the hint and packed my things. I knew I distracted him, and my thoughts were scattered into a million little pieces. I wasn't ready to the meet the parents.
Twenty
The walk back to the flat was pleasant, though I couldn't get ahold of myself. Cool air nipped at my skin and a shiver coursed through me. I would soon be meeting the woman who raised Luke and Finn. That alone scared the shit out of me.
Hours, I had only a few hours before we would catch the train.
Fuck, I needed to get a grip.
I threw the suitcase on the bed and shuffled through the clothes I brought. Yes, every girl had a black dress for occasions like this, and luckily, I packed mine. I hung it on the bathroom door and searched for the perfect panties: white lace, elegant and sophisticated in every sense. Underneath my pile of pretty lingerie lay the black pouch. Yes, the one that held little F, as Lori named him. A smile crept across my face as I deviously grabbed it.
Before I flipped my shit, I sat on the edge of the tub and ran the water as hot as it would go. The steam coaxed me calm. The mirror fogged, and I slipped out of my clothes.
Finnley. Hearing his raspy, sexy-ass voice today stirred my emotions. I pulled little F from his suede holster and looked at the purple toy with amazement. Waterproof came highly recommended. But I still couldn't understand what the excitement was about. I had a dildo on legs, and he wanted to fuck all the time. Only problem: he was a thousand miles away, and I was pissed.
I dipped my toes in the tub, and although it was almost too hot to be comfortable, I took it. My skin instantly pinked. I sighed and leaned back. Thoughts of Finn fucking me against the patio door, the look on his face when he handed me the keys to the Aston, the confetti check on the counter…
God, he was a beautiful man—an asshole, but damn, still beautiful.
I turned the vibrator on low and looked at it for a moment before placing it down below.
"Oh, God," I whispered. I sunk deeper in the tub as little F worked his magic on my clit. After minutes, my nipples went hard and every muscle tightened. Before I came, I pulled away and turned off the vibrator. I would tease myself. I wanted it so bad, but I didn't want to come, not yet. My breathing slowed, and I pulled little F from the bottom of the tub and inserted the length into my wetness. I gasped as I turned the vibrator on and moved it in and out slowly.
I held back moans even though I was alone, and picked up the pace. When I was on the brink, I thought of Finnley, and the way he fucked me hard. I couldn't stop imagining his lean muscles and abs that went on for days. With a moan, I allowed myself to let go. The orgasm was so overpowering, I couldn't stop myself from sinking down into the tub. I lay there until the water went cold, and my hands were wrinkled.
Sometimes a B.O.B. (battery operated boyfriend) was necessary.
After I recouped, I put little F away, washed my hair, and toweled off. Orgasms really were the best stress reliever. I'd have to remember that the next time my nerves were on edge.
I wrapped the towel around my body, and grabbed the hair dryer from my suitcase. As I held the towel and bent over, the door opened. I went frigid.
"Luke! You scared the shit out of me."
"Sorry. We actually need to leave earlier, since we are taking the train."
The way he looked at me, as I stood vulnerable in nothing but a towel, was too much. I turned my gaze from his and walked back into the bathroom.
"Fuck," I yelled when I tried to plug in my hairdryer.
"Are you alright?" Luke said outside of the bathroom door, and all I thought about was little F sitting on the edge of the tub in its carrying case.
"Oh, God. Yes. I'm fine. It's just the plug is different."
I heard him laughing on the other side of the door.
"Wear your hair curly. It's cute that way."
I finished toweling off, and grabbed my dirty clothes, making sure to tuck little F inside of them.
The black dress waited for me.
I looked nice and proper, almost like a nun, but with a pearl necklace. Above all, I needed to make a good impression. A person usually doesn't get the chance to start over. Momma always said to make the first time count. I planned on it.
I walked into the living room and tucked my dirty clothes inside my bag, then slipped on the only pair of heels I brought with me. I leaned in to view the mirror over the television and put in the pearl earrings. My mother gave me this set.
"Don't be nervous, she doesn't bite." Luke adjusted his tie and swept his hair to the side. The waves wouldn't flatten. I supposed messy-fuckable hair ran in the fam.
"If she birthed the two of you, she would have to bite. How can I not be nervous?"
He placed his hand on the small of my back and looked at me in the mirror.
"She doesn’t bite. We did raise hell growing up, but what can you expect with two boys that are two years apart? Finnley and I were inseparable. We experienced everything together. Our first crushes, fast cars, art, music, and trouble."
I smoothed the dress over my legs and tucked my hair behind my ears. Luke put on his shoes and stood with his arms crossed.
"Ready? Mother hates it when people are late."
"Ugh, yes."
We took a cab to the train station, and I tried to focus on my surroundings.
France; it had a distinct smell. The wind blew different, and there was electricity, an old one that hummed through the streets. I was slowly falling in love with the city but how could one not with everything that surrounded them, especially the accents.
After a few hours on the train we arrived in London, where a car waited outside of the station. During the drive, my nervousness grew.
"Stop it," Luke said and placed his hand on my shaking leg.
"Sorry. I'm nervous."
"Don't be. No sense in it."
We took a few turns, traveled up the countryside, and entered an estate that was quite similar to Luke's. It had an ancient feel to it, like it had been there for centuries. The gloom in the sky didn't help my mood. Damn it, I needed to get ahold of myself.
The driver opened the door, and we trekked up the sidewalk. Before Luke turned the doorknob, he gave me a smirk. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"It will be okay. I promise."
I took a deep breath, and we entered.
In the distance, the sound of Moonlight Sonata played, and it added to my anxiety. As I walked into the living area, my heart stopped beating, and I couldn't breathe. With his eyes glued to the piano keys, playing every note so beautifully and elegantly, was a person I didn't expect to see in London.
Finnley fucking Felton.
Twenty-one
As hard as it was to turn my head away from Finn, I did. An older woman and man sat in the living area drinking wine. They stood when we entered. I had officially been thrown from my comfort zone into the lion's den. Luke smiled. His mother kissed him on the cheek, and then he hugged his father.
"Luke! I'm thrilled to see you, son," she said.
Finnley continued to push the keys harder but never lost a beat.