A Date with a Turkey (The Dating 11) - Page 22

“If you keep clenching down on me, baby, I’m not going to last.”

I’m not going to last either. Rocking my hips, I let my orgasm send me over the edge, crying out when Kyler digs his fingers into my back as he too releases inside of me. Slick with sweat, his muscles tense and flex beneath my hands as I hold onto him. He slowly slides out of me but stays between my legs.

“When I asked you earlier what you wanted us to be, I was hoping you’d ask me the same question,” Kyler murmurs as he looks down at me.

My heart races. “What do you want us to be?”

He brushes the hair away from my face. “I want you to be mine, Maeve. There’s no one else I want. I was hoping …”

I press a finger to his lips. “I feel the same way. There’s no one else I want either. If you want, we can tell everyone at Thanksgiving dinner.”

His smile is everything. “I’d like that. But right now, I don’t think I can let you go.”

I wrap my legs around his waist. “Trust me. I’m not going anywhere.”9Maeve“That was really sweet of you to invite the Groff’s over for dinner,” my mom says. She looks so cute in her apron with a turkey on the front. It just so happens she bought two, and I’m being forced to wear the other one. It’s a good thing I have it on because it’s covered in flour.

I pull the homemade biscuits I made out of the oven. “Thank you for letting them come.”

She waves me off. “Happy to have them. We run into them a lot in town. Nice folks.” She gives me a side glance and quickly looks away. I know that look. It’s the look she has when she’s keeping something from me.

“What’s up with you, Mom? What are you not telling me?”

Her lips pull back slyly, but she keeps setting the table. “Nothing.”

“Mom? Tell me,” I say, standing with my hands on my hips. “I’ll let my biscuits burn and tell Kyler not to come.” It’s a lie, but I’ll say anything to get my mom to spill.

She throws her hands in the air. “Fine. Kyler’s mother and I ran into each other a couple of months ago.”

Her mischievous grin comes back full force, and I glare at her, but not in a mean way. “And?”

“And we kind of made a deal.” She walks around the table to stand in front of me, staring sheepishly at me. “She was worried about Kyler finding happiness, and of course, I’ve been worried about you. We maybe, sort of, concocted a plan to get you two together by Thanksgiving.”

I gasp. “What? Are you serious?”

She covers her face with her hands. “Yes. They were going to come here for dinner even before you invited them. It was planned to be a last-minute thing.”

“Did Kyler know any of this?”

“No,” she blurts out, eyes wide. “He had no clue about any of it. So, don’t be mad at him.”

Shaking my head, I can’t believe my mother came up with a scheme like this. “I’m not mad at all. You just got lucky I fell for the giant turkey.”

Her eyes twinkle. “But he’s a handsome turkey, and your son really likes him.”

A car door slams out front, and I rush to the window to look out. It’s Kyler and his parents. “We were going to tell everyone at dinner that we’re together. Guess it’s not really a secret, is it?” I say, laughing.

She giggles. “Nope.”

I hurry outside to greet Kyler and his parents. His mother comes straight to me and holds out her arms. “Maeve, it’s so nice to meet you finally. Thank you for inviting us.”

“You’re welcome.” I hug her and lean in close. “My mom told me everything.” She gasps and steps back like she just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. I wink at her and smile. “Very sneaky.”

She winks back. “A mother will do anything to make their kids happy.”

Kyler’s father holds out his hand. It’s uncanny how much Kyler looks like him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, young lady.”

I shake his hand. “Same.”

He nods toward the house. “Is your father inside? I’m ready to talk some football.”

“Of course. Go on in.”

Kyler hands his father the turkey, and his parents disappear inside. Brows furrowed, he looks at me curiously. “What was that with my mother?”

“Well,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest, “our mothers have been conspiring with each other to get us together. Did you know your parents were invited to Thanksgiving dinner before I even got you to ask them?”

His mouth drops. “No way.”

I nod. “Yep. Apparently, a couple of months ago, our mothers talked about how unhappy we both were. They planned to set us up together.”

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