Page 71 of Truck Up
“Yes. I promise.” She wraps her arms around my neck and hugs me tight. I love the closeness, but I’m suddenly acutely aware that my entire family is watching this exchange with rapt attention.
“Aww, how cute.” Ash teases and laughter erupts from my family. “I never thought I’d see the day when Christian hugged someone.”
I release Amelia and grab a roll from the basket on the table. Then I toss it at him, hitting him right between the eyes. “Shut it, asshole.”
“Oh, if it’s a food fight you want.” Ash reaches for the bowl of mashed potatoes. There’s not much left in it, but it’s enough to make a mess.
“Don’t you dare!” Grams says, but she’s not fast enough. Ash has a fist full of potatoes in his hand and releases it before the last word leaves Grams’s lips.
The potatoes fly through the air like a well-packed snowball and hit me in the shoulder. It splatters, and a large clump of it flies past me and hits Amelia in the neck.
Her jaw drops open, and for a moment, I don’t know how she’s going to react. The kitchen is eerily silent as we all stare at her, waiting for her reaction. Her head falls back in laughter. That’s the trigger that my brothers need, and they spring into action.
The next thing I know, food is flying in all directions. More mashed potatoes hit me in the chest. A few dinner rolls fly across the room as my brothers throw them at each other’s head. Bits of lettuce dot the air like rain.
In a matter of seconds, the kitchen is a disastrous mess, and food is everywhere. It isn’t until Mac picks up the gravy boat that Grams finds her voice again.
“Put that down!” Grams’s voice booms and reverberates through the room. Everyone freezes, and we all turn to Grams. She’s standing at the head of the table with her hands on her hips. There’s a small clump of potatoes on her cheek and her hair is littered with lettuce and carrots. She’s pissed. “Clean this mess up. Now!”
“Yes, ma’am.” Mac doesn’t miss a beat. He puts down the gravy boat and rushes to the sink.
In fact, all my brothers jump into action. We may be grown, tough men, but our Grams can still tell us what to do. We don’t always listen, but we know when we’ve pushed her too far. This food fight was definitely going too far.
I kiss the top of Amelia’s head before I release her. “Better go help before she yells at me.”
Amelia chuckles, and this time I don’t fight the smile that lifts my lips. “God it’s sexy how you still listen to your Grams.”
I lift a brow and lean down so only she can hear me. “If you think that’s sexy, just wait. Do not leave this kitchen until I’m done.”
“But—” She looks down at the food covering her chest.
I cup her chin and lift her face, forcing her to look at me. “Wait,” I demand. “I’ll be the one cleaning you off tonight.”
She sucks in a breath and nods. I smirk at the way her eyes widen with need and lust. It’s hot as fuck the way I can so easily turn her on. It fills me with a strange sensation. Something I’ve never really felt before.
Hope.
My brothersand I get the kitchen clean in less than fifteen minutes. It’s amazing how quickly we can do this when we work together. Normally I drag my feet when it comes time to clean. It’s something I hate doing. But tonight, I’ve got additional motivation to get out of here.
As soon as I’m confident I’ve done enough, I turn to Amelia. She’s still sitting at the table. She smiles at me with one of her sweet, innocent smiles, and it makes my chest ache.
I go to her and pull her to her feet. Then I lean down and whisper in her ear. “Good girl. Your obedience has earned you a reward.”
Her breathing turns shallow, and she’s struggling to hide the effect I’m having on her. She’s always so ready and willing to play these little games with me. She opens her mouth to respond, but I place my finger over her lips.
“Save it for upstairs,” I whisper in a low and husky tone. I nibble on her earlobe, and it sends a tremble through her body. My cock thickens with anticipation. “Fuck, baby. You make me so hard. I can’t wait to be buried deep inside your wet, warm pussy.”
“Mmmm,” she moans. “Take me.”
“You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” I whisper.
“Mmmhmm.” She bites down on her bottom lip and I growl.
Ignoring my family, I take her by the hand and lead her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I’ve no clue if any of my brothers noticed us, but I also don’t give a fuck. I’m horny, and all I can think about is fucking my angel.
When I reach the landing, I turn toward the bathroom that’s next to my bedroom. Once inside, I shut the door and lock it.
A growl rumbles from deep in my chest, and I push her against the door. Caging her in, I lick a clump of mashed potatoes off her neck before I bite down. She lets out a deep moan in response.