Absolutely.”
Katie sauntered around the table to
where Branson was standing. “I’m feeling a little like a bug in a
glass jar.” She brushed against him ever-so-slightly and took her
next shot. After clearing three more balls, she leaned her pool
stick against the table. “Since you’ve suddenly lost your
competitive streak, why don’t you show me the rest of the
downstairs?”
“ Sure, but first . . .”
Branson drew her in close and kissed her. Watching her amazing
curves as she leaned across the pool table had left him greedy to
feel her body against his. Her lips were cool and soft against his,
and he took his time enjoying her mouth. He turned so her back was
against the wall and pressed his body to hers, cradling her head
with his hand. He felt her fingers twist in his hair and nearly
came unglued when she wrapped one of her legs around him, pulling
him closer.
The hum of the garage door caused
Branson to tense. “Great. My dad’s home.” Branson exhaled sharply
and rested his forehead against Katie’s, trying to catch his
breath. He could see the look of dismay on her face and tried to
assure her. “It’s fine. The garage is on the main floor. We have a
minute or two to catch our breath and then we’ll go up.”
“ My heart is racing, I’m
flushed, and I feel dizzy. I’m sure I’ll make a great first
impression when I woozily say hello and tell him I was overcome by
his sexy son.”
Branson laughed. “I think that’s the
best compliment I’ve ever heard.” He gave her a soft peck on the
lips and looked into her eyes. “I love you, Katie.”
Katie was filled with warmth that
slowly traveled from the tip of her toes to the top of her head.
She loved him with every atom that made up her being. She paused to
let his words wash over her before returning the most important
words she’d ever spoken. “I love you, too, Branson.”
Phillip Stone was tall. His glasses
tried to hide the beautiful blue eyes that matched Branson’s.
“Hello, Katie, it’s very nice to meet you,” he said sincerely
before pulling his son in for a hug. “Did you all have an easy
drive?”
“ Yeah, traffic wasn’t too
bad,” Branson answered, and then gave Katie’s fingers a gentle
squeeze. “By the way, Mom, are there sheets on both beds
downstairs?”
“ Yes. I wasn’t sure—I
mean—well, I prepared both rooms not knowing—” Celia was stumbling
over her words, trying not to embarrass Katie, but it was too late.
Katie was mortified and felt her cheeks begin to flush. The thought
of his mother assuming they were intimate made her extremely
uncomfortable.
Branson watched Katie’s body stiffen
and her cheeks turn crimson. He normally would have found it
humorous and ribbed her a little, but something made him feel
compassion for her situation and reconsider. “Let’s see what
Jackson’s up to, shall we?” He pulled her into the living room
where Jackson was watching cartoons and playing with a few toys.
“Jen, I’ll watch him for a bit if you want to visit with Mom and
Dad.”
“ Thanks, I could use a cup
of coffee.”
Branson was great with Jackson. He
played with him on the floor, running a toy truck up the side of
Jackson’s leg, causing the little boy to giggle and squeal, “Again!
Again!” After a dozen truck rides up his leg, Jackson walked over
to Katie and drove his small red truck over her arm.
She laughed and played along like it
was the most ticklish sensation she had ever experienced. Jackson
laughed and repeated the process several times before climbing up
on the couch and leaning against her. He tipped his Sippy cup to
drink the last few drops of his juice and concentrated on the
television show.
“ Are you all right with
that?” Branson asked.
“ Yes, he’s such a sweet
boy.” Katie ran her hand across the top of his fine brown
hair.
“ I’ve never seen him
cuddle up to someone he’s just met. He’s usually climbing all over
them, digging his sticky fingers
Katie sauntered around the table to
where Branson was standing. “I’m feeling a little like a bug in a
glass jar.” She brushed against him ever-so-slightly and took her
next shot. After clearing three more balls, she leaned her pool
stick against the table. “Since you’ve suddenly lost your
competitive streak, why don’t you show me the rest of the
downstairs?”
“ Sure, but first . . .”
Branson drew her in close and kissed her. Watching her amazing
curves as she leaned across the pool table had left him greedy to
feel her body against his. Her lips were cool and soft against his,
and he took his time enjoying her mouth. He turned so her back was
against the wall and pressed his body to hers, cradling her head
with his hand. He felt her fingers twist in his hair and nearly
came unglued when she wrapped one of her legs around him, pulling
him closer.
The hum of the garage door caused
Branson to tense. “Great. My dad’s home.” Branson exhaled sharply
and rested his forehead against Katie’s, trying to catch his
breath. He could see the look of dismay on her face and tried to
assure her. “It’s fine. The garage is on the main floor. We have a
minute or two to catch our breath and then we’ll go up.”
“ My heart is racing, I’m
flushed, and I feel dizzy. I’m sure I’ll make a great first
impression when I woozily say hello and tell him I was overcome by
his sexy son.”
Branson laughed. “I think that’s the
best compliment I’ve ever heard.” He gave her a soft peck on the
lips and looked into her eyes. “I love you, Katie.”
Katie was filled with warmth that
slowly traveled from the tip of her toes to the top of her head.
She loved him with every atom that made up her being. She paused to
let his words wash over her before returning the most important
words she’d ever spoken. “I love you, too, Branson.”
Phillip Stone was tall. His glasses
tried to hide the beautiful blue eyes that matched Branson’s.
“Hello, Katie, it’s very nice to meet you,” he said sincerely
before pulling his son in for a hug. “Did you all have an easy
drive?”
“ Yeah, traffic wasn’t too
bad,” Branson answered, and then gave Katie’s fingers a gentle
squeeze. “By the way, Mom, are there sheets on both beds
downstairs?”
“ Yes. I wasn’t sure—I
mean—well, I prepared both rooms not knowing—” Celia was stumbling
over her words, trying not to embarrass Katie, but it was too late.
Katie was mortified and felt her cheeks begin to flush. The thought
of his mother assuming they were intimate made her extremely
uncomfortable.
Branson watched Katie’s body stiffen
and her cheeks turn crimson. He normally would have found it
humorous and ribbed her a little, but something made him feel
compassion for her situation and reconsider. “Let’s see what
Jackson’s up to, shall we?” He pulled her into the living room
where Jackson was watching cartoons and playing with a few toys.
“Jen, I’ll watch him for a bit if you want to visit with Mom and
Dad.”
“ Thanks, I could use a cup
of coffee.”
Branson was great with Jackson. He
played with him on the floor, running a toy truck up the side of
Jackson’s leg, causing the little boy to giggle and squeal, “Again!
Again!” After a dozen truck rides up his leg, Jackson walked over
to Katie and drove his small red truck over her arm.
She laughed and played along like it
was the most ticklish sensation she had ever experienced. Jackson
laughed and repeated the process several times before climbing up
on the couch and leaning against her. He tipped his Sippy cup to
drink the last few drops of his juice and concentrated on the
television show.
“ Are you all right with
that?” Branson asked.
“ Yes, he’s such a sweet
boy.” Katie ran her hand across the top of his fine brown
hair.
“ I’ve never seen him
cuddle up to someone he’s just met. He’s usually climbing all over
them, digging his sticky fingers
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