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Authors: Cara Dee
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to go home, and I follow her lead. It'll give me the chance to talk to her about our next scene that I'm too fucking eager to plan.
A fter having watched her all night, it's all I can do not to bend her over Greg and Tess's couch and fuck her into next week.
"Thank you for joining us tonight, Evangeline," Greg says politely while I' m putting on my shoes. "Perhaps you'd like to join us next week, too? You could bring that boyfriend of yours."
R acking my brain, I try to remember the few things Evangeline mentioned about Brayden, but it's not much. I've found out he's a software engineer, and that he was born and raised here in San Francisco like the rest of us.
"Hon ey," Tess says with an eye-roll, "I think that’s enough with the questioning. Evangeline is perfectly able to take care of Abby—no need to bring in Brayden, too."
"Nonsense." Greg waves her off dismissively. "I'm simply being polite. I'd like to meet Evangeline's boyfriend." Well, speaking as if Evangeline isn't even here can't really be considered as polite, can it? "And you can't possibly blame me for wanting only respectable people around our daughter."
"You're always so fucking pleasant," I say dryly and slip on my jacket. Since Abby has gone to bed already, I don’t bother with the language filter. "Respectable people." I scoff and shake my head. "God help him if he's ever received a speeding ticket."
"That’s enough, little brother," Greg responds with a sneer.
I flip him off.
"Boys," Mom warns.
Evangeline looks torn, and I can't blame her. She won't like Greg—I know that—but she already feels for Tess and Abby.
"We should get going," Dad says and gives Tess a kiss on her cheek. "If you wouldn’t mind, perhaps you could work on removing the stick up my son's ass." That earns him a glare from Greg.
After thanking them for dinner once more and saying a few more goodbyes, we trickle out from my brother's house; he also makes Evangeline promise to ask Brayden about next Sunday. But by the time my parents have driven off, I have a solution—something that will keep my two subs from coming here next week. It will keep me from it, too, which is a big, fat bonus.
"Next weekend…" I pause by Evangeline's car farther down the street as she unlocks it. "If you don’t have plans already, I'd like to scene with you and Brayden."
She looks up surprised and leans back against the car door. "All weekend?"
Stepping closer, I nod slowly and tug on one end of her knitted scarf. "If you think you can handle it, yes." I'm supposed to work Saturday, but I have no qualms about letting Liam cover for me. "And it would be at my place—not at Switch."
Since my divorce, I haven't scened outside the club, but I'm itching to create memories in my condo now. Cade, my friend from the club, designs BDSM furniture, and I didn’t hesitate to blow a substantial amount of money on that once I'd bought my new place after the separation.
"What do you say, kitten? You'd arrive on Friday night and leave on Sunday after dinner."
She nibbles on her lip. "You'll punish us for that long?"
"Oh, sweetheart." I laugh. "No, definitely not." I'll do that on Saturday aft er devoting Friday to making them comfortable around me. "You haven't been that bad of a girl." I wink.
Even in the darkness, her blush is visible. "Okay. I want that. I mean, I'll talk to Brayden, but…" She nods. "Okay."
I grin, then let it fade as my eyes flick between hers and her mouth. At her shy smile and subtle nod, I dip down and kiss her.
Chapter 6
Evangeline calls me the next day to confirm our weekend plans, and I try to tamp down at least a little of my excitement, because it seems I'm served with an extra thrill around her and Brayden. Excitement is good; attachment is not. For the past several months, I've enjoyed my newfound freedom, and I'm not sure I'm ready to seek out commitment. Or accept it even if it smacks me upside the head.
But as the week continues, a niggling thought at the
A fter having watched her all night, it's all I can do not to bend her over Greg and Tess's couch and fuck her into next week.
"Thank you for joining us tonight, Evangeline," Greg says politely while I' m putting on my shoes. "Perhaps you'd like to join us next week, too? You could bring that boyfriend of yours."
R acking my brain, I try to remember the few things Evangeline mentioned about Brayden, but it's not much. I've found out he's a software engineer, and that he was born and raised here in San Francisco like the rest of us.
"Hon ey," Tess says with an eye-roll, "I think that’s enough with the questioning. Evangeline is perfectly able to take care of Abby—no need to bring in Brayden, too."
"Nonsense." Greg waves her off dismissively. "I'm simply being polite. I'd like to meet Evangeline's boyfriend." Well, speaking as if Evangeline isn't even here can't really be considered as polite, can it? "And you can't possibly blame me for wanting only respectable people around our daughter."
"You're always so fucking pleasant," I say dryly and slip on my jacket. Since Abby has gone to bed already, I don’t bother with the language filter. "Respectable people." I scoff and shake my head. "God help him if he's ever received a speeding ticket."
"That’s enough, little brother," Greg responds with a sneer.
I flip him off.
"Boys," Mom warns.
Evangeline looks torn, and I can't blame her. She won't like Greg—I know that—but she already feels for Tess and Abby.
"We should get going," Dad says and gives Tess a kiss on her cheek. "If you wouldn’t mind, perhaps you could work on removing the stick up my son's ass." That earns him a glare from Greg.
After thanking them for dinner once more and saying a few more goodbyes, we trickle out from my brother's house; he also makes Evangeline promise to ask Brayden about next Sunday. But by the time my parents have driven off, I have a solution—something that will keep my two subs from coming here next week. It will keep me from it, too, which is a big, fat bonus.
"Next weekend…" I pause by Evangeline's car farther down the street as she unlocks it. "If you don’t have plans already, I'd like to scene with you and Brayden."
She looks up surprised and leans back against the car door. "All weekend?"
Stepping closer, I nod slowly and tug on one end of her knitted scarf. "If you think you can handle it, yes." I'm supposed to work Saturday, but I have no qualms about letting Liam cover for me. "And it would be at my place—not at Switch."
Since my divorce, I haven't scened outside the club, but I'm itching to create memories in my condo now. Cade, my friend from the club, designs BDSM furniture, and I didn’t hesitate to blow a substantial amount of money on that once I'd bought my new place after the separation.
"What do you say, kitten? You'd arrive on Friday night and leave on Sunday after dinner."
She nibbles on her lip. "You'll punish us for that long?"
"Oh, sweetheart." I laugh. "No, definitely not." I'll do that on Saturday aft er devoting Friday to making them comfortable around me. "You haven't been that bad of a girl." I wink.
Even in the darkness, her blush is visible. "Okay. I want that. I mean, I'll talk to Brayden, but…" She nods. "Okay."
I grin, then let it fade as my eyes flick between hers and her mouth. At her shy smile and subtle nod, I dip down and kiss her.
Chapter 6
Evangeline calls me the next day to confirm our weekend plans, and I try to tamp down at least a little of my excitement, because it seems I'm served with an extra thrill around her and Brayden. Excitement is good; attachment is not. For the past several months, I've enjoyed my newfound freedom, and I'm not sure I'm ready to seek out commitment. Or accept it even if it smacks me upside the head.
But as the week continues, a niggling thought at the
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