Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Chapter 1735

Fuck: You Owe Me: 20

She heard someone answer. "Hello?" Laura looked up and saw Chris leaning against the kitchen doorway, phone in hand. He'd changed into a t-shirt and jeans. He wore casual well. She smiled quickly. He smiled back. "Yeah, mom. I don't know." He set the phone against his shoulder. "How long till dinner?"

"Six o'clock," Laura answered.

"Laura's says six," he said into the phone, then nodded. "Take your time." He hung up, then loud enough for Jack to hear: "Mom's on her way."

"Okee-dokee."

Keeping a cautious eye on Jack, Chris walked over behind Laura and wrapped his arms around her in a big bear hug. She tensed slightly; she hoped he couldn't feel it. "Hey," he whispered with a smile. He kissed her cheek.

She shrugged him away, motioning to her father. "Not now, stupid." He bit at her earlobe playfully. "I'm serious."

He let go. "Sorry." He went over to the drawer where the placemats were and began setting the table. "You having a beer, Jack?"

"Please. Thanks."

Chris headed for the refrigerator in the garage where they kept the Lager. Laura set the knife down and wiped her eyes again. Shit. Fucking onions.

"Excellent job, kiddo."

Dinner was chicken stir fry, Jack's favorite, and he nodded approval as he chewed. "Really. Excellent job."

"It is good," Chris agreed. He sat across from Laura and smiled warmly when she looked up.

She offered a slight smile back. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Lisa set down the magazine she was reading and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "What's wrong?" Jack asked.

"Nothing. Headache."

Want tarraspini?""

She shook her head. "I'll be fine." She pointed to her plate with her fork. "Where'd you get the garlic?"

Laura shrugged. "We stopped on the way back from the game this morning."

Jack looked up. "You went to the game?"

Laura stopped chewing and swallowed. "Becky and I went."

Chris looked over at Jack.

"Huh." Jack scooped up a fresh helping. "Didn't think you liked soccer."

Chris looked at Laura.

glanced at Chris. He raised

at her plate and made swirls in the

special you want

don't

forearm a pat. "Well, I

been busy. It's

said with a smile, then grimaced. "On second thought, I will have an aspirin." She got up from the table and went to a

said as he swallowed, wiping some rice from the corner of his mouth. "I ran into your friend Simon at

"Oh yeah?"

getting

maybe," Chris

"Gonna see a movie?"

"We'll see."

were

but her gaze was hard and direct. "Cocaine actually,"

last night." Then he added pointedly,

stride. "That's right. I'm so

and back again. Lisa returned and sat

asked as she dug

for another second before returning to his meal.

Chris started laughing. They all stopped and looked at him. He rubbed his head nervously

got

this book for free. Don't miss out on

you swing that?" he said

Abby was his twin sister. The steed was her new Maserati. Their family was disgustingly rich. And more often than not, Chris enjoyed the

"That's rare lately."

question a good

7:00. Jack was downstairs watching TV. Lisa was taking a nap in an attempt to

none to subtle. By the time it had come to do the dishes, she had made it abundantly clear that he was

she felt like talking. Since dinner had

and put my face on,"

here. You feel like

Simon's reply.

joints, then." They hung up. There was a knock on his

in. "Okay, we're leaving."

looked at his watch again.

It's after eight. We'll be back around midnight."

picked up his cell phone and checked the time. 8:22. How did his watch fall an hour behind? The second hand was still ticking. He set it

then close as his parents left. When he heard them make the turn out of

like her being upset with him, but at the same time, she was being

going to see any action. And

No. He loved her.

downstairs to

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