Page 50 of His Treasured Mate
Of course, I knew there was a shot called a blow job, but I’d never seen Thomas like that before and when I heard the words, I took it all wrong. So sue me. I was seven months pregnant in the heat of summer and I’d been caught off guard. Not my finest moment, but I’d done worse.
We walked all the way back to the house, and I shooed my mate upstairs to shower and change.
“Was that Thomas?” his mother asked.
“Yes.”
“Is he okay?” she sniffed the air and took a step back. “What is that stench?”
“Also Thomas. It’s a long story. How did the grandkid sleepover go?”
“It was wonderful. Mary planned out all these activities for them and by ten o’clock everyone but Oscar was out for the night.”
“All of them?”
“Yes.”
“Cora, that’s incredible, a miracle really. Thank you for doing that.”
“It was nothing. We rather enjoyed it. How are you holding up?”
“Not well apparently. I overreacted this morning, but we worked it out, I guess.”
“You and Thomas?”
“Yeah. I can’t even wrap my head around just how drunk he must have been last night. He was passed out in Ben’s yard. They all were.”
“Boys will be boys, I suppose, though it’s not like Thomas to have more than one or two drinks.”
“I know. And after the way I flipped out, he’ll likely never drink again.”
Before I could explain, my mother interrupted us. Probably for the best as I tended to be an oversharer, and that was likely not a story my mate’s mom really wanted to hear.
I gave Mom a quick hug.
“I hear everyone behaved well for you last night.”
“They were wonderful. I wish we could do it every week.”
“That might be asking a little much of me,” Cora confessed. “But we did enjoy them.”
“The others should be along shortly. What all can I do to help with the picnic?”
“Absolutely nothing,” Mom insisted.
“But . . .”
“No buts, Lily Ann. The mates of Westin Force Delta have volunteered to handle all the food today. Even I’ve been shooed out of my own kitchen. They have everything under control. All you have to do is go get ready and then head over to the park.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I left them and went upstairs to my old bedroom. Thomas was still in the shower.
After what I’d suffered this morning with the innocent misunderstanding and with him banning sex for the duration of this pregnancy, I was feeling particularly evil and ready for a little payback.
Stripping out of my clothes, I joined him in the shower.
He still looked rough around the edges, but he certainly smelled a whole lot better.