She shows me a penciled sketch
of a black dress that looks exactly like her style. “I think it would be perfect.”
“Me too. I’ll get the fabric this weekend, and we can get started on Monday,” Chloe agrees, standing up. “I need to get home.”
“Got a date tonight?” Alex questions with a grin.
“Does it count as a date if he comes over, fucks my brains out, and leaves by sunrise?”
Cruz hangs his head, and Ember slaps her hand over her mouth. Alex and I both burst into laughter.
“What? It’s natural to have needs, and lucky for me, this guy can handle them.”
“Please stop, Mom. Ember’s boyfriend is here.”
She swings her head and smirks at me. “You think Robbie has issues with sex? He doesn’t give off the impression he’s shy.”
“Oh, Lord, here we go,” Ember whimpers.
“No, I don’t think he has issues with sex, but saying you’re going home to ‘fuck your brains out’ the first night you meet him is a little crass.”
“It’s not like I told him about my threesome experience.”
“I cannot believe you just said that.” Cruz’s face turns red.
“He looks like a man that can appreciate a good threesome story. Probably enjoyed a few himself.”
At this point, Ember falls to the side and covers her face with a pillow.
“Not a virgin, Chloe, but threesomes aren’t really my thing,” I throw in, still laughing.
“Not now, obviously, you’ve got Ember.”
“Even before I met Ember, but one’s thing for sure, I’d never share her.”
A smile spreads across all three of their faces, and Ember gasps into the pillow.
“Time to go.” She gives me a brief hug and squeezes Ember’s knee before leaving. Alex and Cruz walk her out, and I chuckle to myself.
“Could that have been any more embarrassing? My forty-seven year old aunt just talked about threesomes in a room with my date.”
“I thought it was pretty funny.”
“You would.” She surprises me by sitting up and crawling into my lap, setting her arms around my shoulders. We stare at each other silently as the air around us buzzes. The instant our lips touch, I press into her as close as possible. The kiss is slow and leisurely, neither one of us in a hurry. I soak in the taste that has been missing for the last week, trying to make up for lost time. My cock strains against my jeans. She grinds down, causing me to moan quietly into her mouth.
A throat clears behind us, and I withdraw, nipping at her bottom lip. “We’re going out. Y’all want to come?”
Come? Hell yes, I want to come, just not in the way they’re talking.
I wait for Ember to answer, and relief washes over me when she declines. They leave a few minutes later, muttering about not being home ‘til late.
“Once again, I feel like a horny teenager, making out and getting caught.” She grins.
“Are you saying you’re horny?”
“Maybe,” she answers coyly.
Her boldness stirs my own desire.