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“My mom is an excellent cook. Nothing gourmet or anything, but she can out cook Betty Crocker any day. My dad was one of those dads who threw the ball around, took us fishing, and spent quality time with us. They both were great parents. I guess I’m one of the few who can say I had a charmed childhood. No past demons for me.”
“Well, they did something good in raising you.”
Vance gave Coley’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “I can’t wait for you to meet them. You all are going to love each other.” He paused, just staring at the road ahead. After a few minutes he asked, “Do you want kids?”
Coley shrugged. “I don’t know. It depends on the day you ask me. I haven’t been one to stay put for long. Stability usually bores me.” She turned to him and smiled. “Blame it on my gypsy soul.”
Vance smirked. “That’s a good way of putting it.” He glanced over and smiled big. “I love your gypsy soul. I just hope it doesn’t make you run from me.”
Sadness washed over his face and Coley squeezed his hand.
“Hey, no getting sad. Just because I like adventure, doesn’t mean I don’t want to share the adventures with you.”
She turned up the radio when she realized the song playing was one of her favorites. She rolled down the window to let the wind blow her curls and sang off key as loud as she could. The adventure she was living at this moment was by far the best one yet.
Chapter Eleven
“Thank you for helping me with the dishes, dear. You really didn’t need to though,” Vance’s mother said as Coley dried the last of the pots.
What she didn’t know is that Coley was just buying time to avoid the wrath of Vance. Admitting at dinner that she had in fact forgotten her laptop at home had visibly annoyed him. She had told him before leaving that she had packed it and knowingly told a little white lie. She saw his rigid jaw line and his fierce glare. Coley knew that if they were alone, she would be in trouble for sure. She liked knowing that even though he wanted to spank her, and even though she really did deserve one, because they were in the close confines of his childhood home, he wouldn’t. To be honest, she reveled in the knowledge. She liked being able to tease him with the fact that she could act out, and he was helpless. She knew it was bad, but she couldn’t help but find some humor and sick satisfaction in the knowledge. Being a naughty brat was fun. She almost stuck her tongue out at him but decided she was pushing as it was. Although a spanking was not in the cards for the night, she still didn’t want to face his stern look and lecture. At times, that was even worse than being over his knee.
“I don’t mind at all. It’s the least I can do for such a wonderful dinner.”
“Well, the boys are in the other room watching a baseball game. Do you want to sit down at the table and have a little night cap with me? I make a great gin and tonic,” Vance’s mother asked with a mischievous grin.
Coley smiled. “That sounds like an excellent idea!”
One drink quickly became two as the women shared stories that usually involved Vance. Coley enjoyed spending time with his mother, to the point where she no longer focused on her boyfriend, who most likely stewed in the next room.
“So, Coley, I hope you don’t mind me being a little nosey. But I have to ask. Is my son angry at you for not having your computer with you on this trip? I noticed the interaction between you two at the dinner table.”
Coley took a large sip of her gin, slightly surprised that she had picked up on the dynamic. “A little, I guess. Your son’s just overbearing a bit. But truth be told, I find it really sexy.”
“He gets that from his father.” Vance’s mother leaned in closer so she could lower her voice to a whisper. “I also know he plans to put you over his knee just like his father would.”
Coley almost chocked on her drink as she watched Vance’s mother’s cheeks blush
“Well, they did something good in raising you.”
Vance gave Coley’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “I can’t wait for you to meet them. You all are going to love each other.” He paused, just staring at the road ahead. After a few minutes he asked, “Do you want kids?”
Coley shrugged. “I don’t know. It depends on the day you ask me. I haven’t been one to stay put for long. Stability usually bores me.” She turned to him and smiled. “Blame it on my gypsy soul.”
Vance smirked. “That’s a good way of putting it.” He glanced over and smiled big. “I love your gypsy soul. I just hope it doesn’t make you run from me.”
Sadness washed over his face and Coley squeezed his hand.
“Hey, no getting sad. Just because I like adventure, doesn’t mean I don’t want to share the adventures with you.”
She turned up the radio when she realized the song playing was one of her favorites. She rolled down the window to let the wind blow her curls and sang off key as loud as she could. The adventure she was living at this moment was by far the best one yet.
Chapter Eleven
“Thank you for helping me with the dishes, dear. You really didn’t need to though,” Vance’s mother said as Coley dried the last of the pots.
What she didn’t know is that Coley was just buying time to avoid the wrath of Vance. Admitting at dinner that she had in fact forgotten her laptop at home had visibly annoyed him. She had told him before leaving that she had packed it and knowingly told a little white lie. She saw his rigid jaw line and his fierce glare. Coley knew that if they were alone, she would be in trouble for sure. She liked knowing that even though he wanted to spank her, and even though she really did deserve one, because they were in the close confines of his childhood home, he wouldn’t. To be honest, she reveled in the knowledge. She liked being able to tease him with the fact that she could act out, and he was helpless. She knew it was bad, but she couldn’t help but find some humor and sick satisfaction in the knowledge. Being a naughty brat was fun. She almost stuck her tongue out at him but decided she was pushing as it was. Although a spanking was not in the cards for the night, she still didn’t want to face his stern look and lecture. At times, that was even worse than being over his knee.
“I don’t mind at all. It’s the least I can do for such a wonderful dinner.”
“Well, the boys are in the other room watching a baseball game. Do you want to sit down at the table and have a little night cap with me? I make a great gin and tonic,” Vance’s mother asked with a mischievous grin.
Coley smiled. “That sounds like an excellent idea!”
One drink quickly became two as the women shared stories that usually involved Vance. Coley enjoyed spending time with his mother, to the point where she no longer focused on her boyfriend, who most likely stewed in the next room.
“So, Coley, I hope you don’t mind me being a little nosey. But I have to ask. Is my son angry at you for not having your computer with you on this trip? I noticed the interaction between you two at the dinner table.”
Coley took a large sip of her gin, slightly surprised that she had picked up on the dynamic. “A little, I guess. Your son’s just overbearing a bit. But truth be told, I find it really sexy.”
“He gets that from his father.” Vance’s mother leaned in closer so she could lower her voice to a whisper. “I also know he plans to put you over his knee just like his father would.”
Coley almost chocked on her drink as she watched Vance’s mother’s cheeks blush
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