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He holds me tight, and butterflies soar in my stomach at the sound of his whispered singing in my ear. “I want to meet your family,” he divulges between songs.
“I want you to meet them. They want to meet you, too, actually.”
“You told them about me?”
I nod, swaying in place. “I told them about us. Mom and I FaceTimed when I watched Addie that time you had an away game. She won her over real quick.”
“I remember her telling me that.” He smiles, thinking back. “I know things with your parents are a little rocky, but I’m good with rocky. I also think I selfishly want to know every part of you, including the two people who raised you.” These are the times I wish things were different. “But I can be patient. Just know if there’s ever an opportunity to meet them, spend time with them, all the things—I want in. Okay?”
“Okay.” I smile. “I’ve seen a lot of progress with them since I’ve lived here, but I’m not getting my hopes up quite yet. Teaching myself to accept the small victories and take them when they come. You know?”
“I do. You’re doing great, baby. Speaking of, my parents won’t be in town until the end of the year, but you’ll get to meet them then. Pretty sure Addie already forgot who they are.” Crew laughs.
We’ve talked about his parents off and on, and he never really had much to say. Long story short, they’re both retired and essentially travel year-round. There’s no bad blood or beef between any of them, just distance that Crew seems to be fine with. I think having Wynonna, Jed, and the team really makes a difference.
They’re the best family they could ask for.
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“Good. What do you say we tear into this cobbler, then do one more thing?”
I tilt my head. “What kind of thing?”
“The kind of thing that feels good.” He places a finger to my lips, pressing me to shut up. “Now, let’s eat up or I might eat something different instead.”
Sir, yes, sir.
“I was kind of thinking I could do the tasting.”
“Take me out, Doc. You’ve got needy written all over you.”
I tilt my head. “Me? Needy? Your legs are shaking, and I haven’t even put my mouth on you yet.”
The clubhouse at Makers is empty aside from us. Crew received verbal confirmation from Sergio that he left fifteen minutes ago, and my fears of being caught are diminishing.
That’s what led us here—the therapy room where Crew has his sessions with Dr. Laken. But we aren’t closed off in a sterile and cold room for just anything. No, it’s because we’re incapable of keeping our hands off each other and won’t make it home.
Which leads to my next task—Crew spread out like a lawn chair during summertime on the therapy table. Aching cock visible through his jeans.
“I might die if you don’t.” A deadly smirk lifts at his lips while his starved gaze travels down the length of my body. I’m in nothing special—just jeans and a blouse, but you’d never know.
Crew knows what I look like without the fabric and wants to see it.
“Let me see your tits, Doc. I’ve been a good boy.”
“You have…” I draw out, tapping my lips as if contemplating. “I’m undecided what I should do about that.”
“Great. I’ll answer it for you. Suck my cock.”
Laughing to myself, I reach for the button of his jeans and undo it carefully before yanking them down. “Lift your shirt, Crew. I need a pretty view to look at.”
He slides the material of his gray T-shirt up, revealing abs carved from steel. “Like this?” he asks, and I nod.
Bracing my palms on both sides of the platformed table, I lift myself up so that my knees straddle his legs. “Mmm. Who’s in control now?” I tease, loving how excited Crew gets to see me step into my power.
“At this point, I couldn’t care less who. I just need you to touch me.”
“Again, needy,” I mutter, leaning forward to touch his stomach. His skin is smooth, and his happy trail is neatly trimmed. So fucking sexy.
