He laughs at my obviously over-sentimental reaction, but not in a mean way. He understands. He always understands.
“What’s all this?” he asks, nodding to the bed.
“It’s just…” I start to answer, but he turns me in his arms and sweeps my hair aside, kissing my neck. “Um… clothes…”
“Clothes?” he whispers against my skin, sealing his lips over the most tender spot on my neck.
“I got the teaching job,” I say distractedly. “They just… ummm… they just called.”
“Mmm. I think that means you’d better celebrate,” he husks. I shiver at his breath against my neck.
His hands slip underneath my tank top. When he finds that I’m without a bra, he runs his hands over my bare breasts, and we both groan quietly. I love it when he’s like this, dominant and possessive and silent.
He pushes me over to the bed, leaning over me as I lay on my belly, stripping off my tank top. He pinches my nipples, getting them hard. I gasp, but he’s only just started.
Hunter steps back, pulling off his shirt and unbuttoning his pants, then pulls my sweatpants off.
I bite my lip as he runs his hands over my bare ass, down to my thighs. I’m fucking wet for him, so ready for him it’s ridiculous. His hand slips from my inner thigh, moving forward. He touches my pussy and growls when he finds me drenched.
He urges me onto my hands and knees. Grabbing my thighs, he pushes them apart. He pushes his pants down, then positions himself. I groan as he pushes his cock against my entrance.
“Hunter,” I say and try to push him away gently. “Everyone will be here soon,” I say, my words a plea. Both of our families are coming over tonight. Haley’s bringing dinner so we can celebrate our first night in this house.
Hunter kisses the crook of my neck. “We can be quick,” he whispers.
Not a second passes, and a hard knock at the door makes Hunter groan with disappointment. I feel awful for smiling, and a bit pissed that I’m horny as hell now, but people are arriving.
“Go let them in!” I insist, pushing him away.
“Alright, alright,” he grumbles. He gives me a quick kiss. “To be continued.”
He points a finger at me warningly, and I roll my eyes and shoo him away. He spends a second righting his clothes, then leaves to get the door.
I hurry to put on panties and a bra, then slip into my dress with the stars and planets on it. After a quick check in the mirror, I hurry out to the living room.
“Hey!” Haley says in greeting.
“Cookie!” Abbi shouts.
They’re on the couch with Mr. and Mrs. Graves. My dad is here too, sitting on the loveseat alone. A lump forms in my throat at the sight of my dad coping without my mom, but I push it aside.
“Hey!” I say, giving everyone a quick hug. “Thanks for coming, everybody.”
“Lasagna’s ready,” Hunter calls from the kitchen.
“Let’s go sit at the dinner table,” I suggest.
“Cookie! Cookie!” Abbi says, waving her arms at me.
I laugh and pick her up, carrying her into the dining room. There are boxes stacked along the wall, but at least we got the dining room unpacked. The table’s all set for seven people, and I plunk Abbi down in a seat next to Haley.
“Thanks,” Haley says, looking at Abbi fondly.
“Dad, why don’t you sit here?” I say, pulling out a seat for him. “And Mr. and Mrs. Graves, you guys are on the end.”
“Sure thing,” Mrs. Graves says, her eyes sparkling. I think she’s just happy that Hunter found someone.
Hunter comes in with the lasagna a second later, still hot as fire from being in the oven. He sets it down, and makes a big deal out of serving everyone. I like watching him with our families.
“I baked some bread,” I say, offering the loaf to Haley.
“I should hope so,” she says. “Owning the only bakery in town and all.”
I make eye contact with Hunter. He nods encouragingly.
“Actually, I’m going to put the bakery up for sale,” I announce. “I just got an official offer from the elementary school. I’m going to be their newest art teacher.”
My dad pats my hand. “We’re very proud of you.”
“Thanks,” I say.
“Everybody dig in, before it gets cold,” Hunter says, passing the bread to his mom.
There’s silence for a minute while everyone tries the lasagna, followed by murmurs of approval.
“So who are you going to sell the bakery to?” Haley asks curiously.
“I’m not sure. It’s going on the market Monday,” I say. “I’m probably not even going to break even on the sale, but it feels like the right thing to do.”
Haley looks contemplative, but doesn’t press further. She busies herself feeding Abbi, who has somehow gotten the sauce absolutely everywhere.
It’s quiet for a minute. I glance around at everyone as they eat, feeling content. My dad clears his throat, then stands up.
“I’d like to say something,” he says.
“Go right ahead,” Hunter says.
“Thank you. I just want to say that if my beloved wife Evelyn were here, she would approve. And I think she would be glad to see us breaking bread together,” he says, tears gleaming in his eyes.
“Well said,” Mr. Graves says. “Hear, hear!”
I smile. We all raise our glasses to my mama's memory. I think my father was right.
My mama would approve of me and Hunter living together, and of everyone coming together to celebrate. She would approve of it very much.
I smile and eat my pasta, content.
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