Page 80 of Sangre
She quickly followed as her forehead pressed against the wall and her body quivered. He held her close, sinking down to the floor like crumbling sand. The only sound was their heavy breathing and the scent of sex permeated the air. She curled next to him, and he entwined his fingers in her hair as he tried to regain his energy. Placing a finger under her chin, he tilted her head back and kissed her deeply.
“Fuck, honey. Just…fuck.” Smiling, he brushed away an eyelash from her cheek.
“Not bad.” Mischief danced in her hazel eyes.
“Oh yeah?” He started tickling her and she tried to push his hands, but he had her pinned down on her back, her face red as tears streamed down her cheeks. He’d never seen her more beautiful than at that moment. He seized her lips and kissed her passionately, and she looped her arms around his neck and returned the gesture. They stayed like that, kissing and touching each other, until a familiar ring tone broke through their sexual haze.
Pulling up his jeans a bit, he rummaged through the pockets and glanced at the screen. “Shit. It’s my mom. I bet we’re late.” He winked at her. “We’re on our way, Mom,” he said.
“Do you have car trouble?”
“No. I just lost track of the time. Sorry. We’ll be there soon.”
“I wanted you to have some time to mingle before dinner.”
“I know. See you soon.” He hung up and swatted her ass playfully. “We better get going, or my mom’s liable to send over the militia.”
“I have to freshen up,” Isla said as he helped her up. “You can use the bathroom off the second bedroom to clean up. I can’t believe I let you fuck me before going over to your parents’ house.”
“You gotta watch out for me. I’m a bad influence.” He followed her up the stairs and went into the bathroom.
Thirty minutes later, they pulled up in front of his parents’ house. He drove Isla’s car over, knowing that his mom wouldn’t let up on him for the whole night if he’d taken Isla on his bike. Anyway, her dress was too short, and he didn’t want to fight anyone who said something crude to her. If that had happened, they never would’ve made it for dinner.
Before they went inside, Isla stood on the sidewalk staring at the house next door. “It’s like I never left,” she murmured.
“Not much changes around here,” he said, clasping her hand in his.
“It’s about time,” his mother said, opening the screen door wide.
He bent down and kissed her on the cheek. “I thought we were eating at five thirty.”
“I told you that I wanted you to have time to mingle,” she said in a soft voice. Turning her attention to Isla, she smiled. “Jordan. It’s been a long time. I don’t think I would’ve recognized you. Your hair is blue now.”
“Mom,” he said, pretending to be exasperated.
“Only in the sunlight and under bright lights. It’s nice seeing you, Mrs. Ansell.”
His mother looped her arm through Isla’s. “Call me, Diana. Mrs. Ansell makes me feel too old.” She laughed and led the singer into the house with Sangre following behind.
For the next hour, he watched as Isla held her own with his boisterous clan. Family gatherings got to be a bit much for him, so he was glad to see that she was having a good time.
“Steve, can you come into the kitchen, please.”
He jumped up and went to see what his mother wanted. “Need some help?”
“I would like you to take the prime rib out of the oven. It’s too heavy for me.” She handed him the pot holders. “Jordan’s grown into a very pretty girl. She seems to fit in nicely with the family.”
“Where do you want this?” He held the large roasting pan.
“Over there,” Diana pointed to the counter behind him. “Don’t you think Jordan’s a pretty woman?”
“Yeah. Did you want me to take the roast out of the pan?”
She handed a large platter and cutting board to him. “Put it on the cutting board then put the slices on the platter. I noticed you were holding her hand when you came up to the house.”
“Did you move the carving knife?” He stared at the empty space where the knife block used to be.
“It’s on the other counter. Do you like Jordan?”
