“You didn’t hire her just because she’s beautiful…did you?” Dad asked Evander who chuckled hard and deep at the thought.
“No. Being beautiful doesn’t cut it for me when I’m interviewing. I thought Xari was a little brat when she first started her probationary period.”
“Wow, thanks for that, Evander,” I gave him a tight-lipped smile and he rubbed my leg under the table. Dad let out a laugh and nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, I can believe it.” His laughter seemed to ease the tension. I felt the storm clouds rolling away as dinner went on. There were less awkward silences and more talking, laughing, and clanking of dishes and silverware.
“Oh, Evander, my mom made her famous banana pudding for dessert. Come on, let me show you.” I grabbed the plates from the table when I stood and my parents looked at me like I was an alien.
“You…clean up now?” Mom stammered.
“Yeah. It’s a habit. I have a twelve-year-old constantly attached to me. She’s a natural mess generator. If I don’t want the entire house looking like a tornado blew through, I have to clean.” Evander took the stack of plates from my hands and we carried them into the kitchen.
“Look,” I said pulling the top off the banana pudding dish. His eyes widened and he leaned over to sniff. “All homemade. She’s a beast,” I grinned.
“Reminds me of another talented cook.” He sat the plates in the deep sink then pulled me against him. His hands slid down my back until he cupped my ass, sending jolts up and down my spine. “You know Frankie asked about training to become a chef? I mean she mentioned it in passing but still…I know it’s because of you.” He kissed my lips. “Because nobody can be around you and not feel the pull to follow their dreams.” He kissed my neck and my knees turned to cream puffs unable to support my weight. I was steeped in need and Evander, as usual, was stroking the right strings to make my body hum.
I locked my fingers around the back of his neck, standing on my toes and tipping my head back to grant him full access to my throat.
“O…kay. Came in here trying to escape my parents being all over each other and come in here to this shit. Great.” Navy sat her empty wine glass down while Evander and I pulled away from each other.
“Sorry, sissy.” I cleared my throat and grabbed the banana pudding.
“I’ll get the plates,” Evander flashed Navy a smile then moved to the other side of the kitchen.
“You know, Evander, you should have invited Apollo so Navy wouldn’t feel so left out. I have you, Mom and Dad have each other, and Navy could’ve had Apollo.” I grinned at her and she flipped me off.
“That’s a good idea. Next time we have dinner, I’ll make sure he’s here.”
“Both of you make me sick.” She swayed out of the kitchen and I followed her, laughing. I wished she’d hurry up and admit she likes Apollo. Jeez. The way those two looked at each other was so adorable.
While we all sat around the table eating dessert, Evander made sure to groan and rub his muscle flanked stomach to let Mom know how much he enjoyed the pudding. She smiled at him and he said, “It’s delicious, Mrs. Lucas.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Not everyone likes banana pudding but they usually like it when I make it.”
“I’m sure I’ll love everything you make.” He looked at me and tucked his bottom lip between his teeth.
That one look torched me.
Do. Not. Cum. At. The. Dinner. Table.
I sucked in a staggered breath and smiled. “Okay, I’ll hold you to it. I’ll make you something and bring it to you. I’m not telling you what it’s going to be though.”
“Like I said, Mrs. Lucas…I’ll eat whatever you make.” His hand slipped under the hem of my dress and between my thighs while he maintained his angelic smile and double-edged conversation with my mother. “I’ll be sure to lick the plate clean.” His fingers grazed my pussy lips and I took a long gulp of water from my glass.
I was going to fuck his brains out later. That was a promise.
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Standing at my parent’s car after dinner, dessert, and good conversation, I hugged both my mother and father. Dad studied me then touched my chin. “I’m proud of you, Xari. You seem to finally get it.”
“Get what, Daddy?” I quizzed. He shared a meaningful look with Mom.
“You get that your life is yours to live. We can’t live it for you. We can’t bail you out and we can’t make decisions for you.”
“Our little girl is growing up very nicely, don’t you think?” Mom pinched my cheek a little then leaned in to kiss my forehead.
“Very nicely. I might not like the fact that your boyfriend is almost as old as me but you two seem to care about each other. I like seeing you happy, Xari. If Evander makes you happy, then I wish you two nothing but the best.” Daddy hugged me once more before getting in the car.
Mom looked over her shoulder at him in the driver’s seat then whispered in my ear, “That man in there is fine, Xari. I mean fiiiine. Don’t get knocked up until you’re done doing everything you want to do with your life.”
“Mom!” I laughed loudly.
“What? As fine as he is you don’t think I know grandbabies are coming next? Girl, I started planning wedding colors the minute he said he was your man. Like I said, just take your time. Come into your own first then feel free to get your
