All In (Keep Breathing Book 2), стр. 81
I move away from the parlor and head to the dining room, hoping to find my girl.
I’m in luck when I find her in the den. She’s standing by the fireplace, looking at the array of pictures sitting on the mantle.
I slip my arms around her waist and kiss the side of her neck. She shivers in response. “Whatcha doing?”
“Looking at some fond memories of your childhood.”
“Where’s Matty?
“He was happy with Maria, so I came in here to spy. She told me this is where I would find all the good pictures of you when you were a kid.”
She scoops up one of the gold frames from the mantle. “Like this one,” she coos, showing it to me. It’s a picture of me and my brother wearing matching leather jackets, with our hair slicked back with sunglasses on our head. We’re both smiling, pretending to look cool. One of those times we got along with each other. “How old are you two here?”
“I guess about sixteen.”
“Sixteen-year-old me is fanning herself.” She giggles. “You were fine.”
“Were?” I laugh, pinching her arm, and she yelps almost dropping the frame.
“Ow.” She rubs the sore spot. “Now you’re hot. Happy?”
“Yes, but now, the question is, can you tell which one is me.”
She bites her lip as she glances up at me, then back at the picture. “Um…” I can tell she’s unsure. “You both look so different now.”
“Just guess.”
She points to me standing on the right and I smile. “Did I guess right?” she chirps excitedly.
“You did.” I press my lips to her temple.
“I had a feeling. There’s a difference in your smiles.” She places the frame back down on the mantel and then curls her arms around my waist. “You doing okay?” She rests her chin on my chest. “I know your brother being here isn’t what you expected.”
“I’m fine. I’d much rather not be here though.”
“I know, but it’s only a couple of hours.” She reaches up and kisses my chin. “I promise when we get back to your place, I’ll make it up to you.”
I push one of her stubborn strands of hair behind her ear. “Is that so?”
“Very much,” she says lustfully, licking her lips.
“Can I get a hint?”
Her eyes dart around the empty room and she smirks. “I guess. Especially if it'll put you in a better mood for dinner.”
She grabs my hand and unfolds my index finger. Her eyes meet mine as she wraps her lips around my finger and takes it fully into her mouth. My dick twitches, as her tongue swirls around the length of my finger. She pulls back, letting my finger go with an exaggerated pop. “It won’t be your finger my mouth enjoys later, though.”
“Fuck.” I grip the back of her neck and my lips clash with hers. She moans harshly down my throat as my tongue invades her mouth, needing to taste her. I’m tempted to claim her on the pool table, not giving a shit who is outside the doors. “You have no idea what you do to me.” I groan.
“I have an idea.” She smirks against my lips, thrusting her hips into my erection.
A throat clears from behind us followed by a deep laugh. “Dinner you two,” my mom says before the den door clicks closed.
Dinner is a silent affair other than Matty who is loudly enjoying his food while sitting on Maria’s lap. He has taken a liking to her but still won’t give Landon the time of day.
“I can’t believe you made this, Mom,” I say as I roll the angel hair around my fork. She managed to make a three-course meal; Angel hair pasta with garlic, herbs, and shrimp, homemade garlic bread, and baked squash and zucchini. Our chef growing up was amazing, but this is—I don’t know—special.
“Chef Jann has been a blessing. Maybe now that you know I can cook, you’ll come over more to visit.” Mom smiles brightly, and I shove a large bite of pasta into my mouth as I nod.
“This meal is amazing, Mrs. Morgan,” Holly says as she scoops a spoonful into Matty’s mouth.
“Stop that. I told you to call me Sylvia or Mom.” She winks playfully at me, and Holly laughs, squeezing my leg. I’m glad she finds the humor in it and isn’t running off screaming for the hills.
Landon roughly clears his throat. “Hey, Liam, did you hear about the Comic Con coming back to the convention center next month?”
“I did.” I grit through my teeth.
“We should go,” Holly says cheerfully. “I bet Matty would love getting all dressed up with you.”
“That's how you two met, wasn’t it?" Landon asks looking between us and I'm fighting the urge to kick him under the table. He’s really testing my patience right now.
"Yeah, it was." Holly looks at me lovingly and brushes my leg. “I mean sorta.”
"Liam and I used to do those all the time. One time we even dressed the same. When was that again?" Landon taps his chin, humming loudly as he pretends to think of the day.
"I don't remember,” I grumble and slam my fork on my plate. My appetite has now vanished. The meal, as I figured, is now a wash.
"Yeah, me either. It was like a lifetime ago.” Landon leans back in his chair and stabs a zucchini with his fork. “You know it gets me thinking though.” He places his fork back down and doesn’t even bother taking a bite. "Do you think you would be able to tell me and my brother apart if we did a switcheroo on you?" Landon smirks, asking the question towards Holly, but