Page 54 of Smut Lovers

Chapter Three

Vik

I stare out the bay window of our kitchen, sipping on my coffee. Jersey pops into my mind and I lick my lips. Smiling wide, I slide my hand between my thighs where warmth radiates, and an ache for him to be under the table having me for breakfast exists.

Boyfriends were few in high school and college. I concentrated on my studies and wrestling. After graduating I dated a couple guys, and had one two-year relationship that ended badly. Since then, I’ve kept my focus on my work. That is until Jersey came back to town all grown up.

“What’s that smile for, Vik?” Mom asks, yanking me from my fantasy.

I gasp, “Um…” Pulling my hand from between my thighs, I grip my cup firmly with both hands and say, “Nothing, Mom.”

“Warm up?” She holds the coffee pot above my mug, tilting it slightly.

“Oh, yeah, Sure. Thanks.” I lift my mug for her to fill it. Christ, I need to be more careful. I don’t know how she’d feel if she knew I had the hots for her bestie’s grandson.

“So, Vik. I’m having dinner with Pam. Want to join us?” She peers at me over the rim of her cup,

“Let me check my calendar.” I tap awake my phone, and press in my code. Opening the calendar app, today is completely blank. No meetings. No training sessions. “You’re in luck. I’m free. Where are you and Pam going?”

“Her place. She loves to cook. She’s been asking about you, so I said, I’d ask you to come with me. She’ll be thrilled to see you again.”

Ha, ha. Yeah, I’m sure she’d love to know how hot I am for her only grandson. How much I want him to fuck every hole on my body.

“Vik, honey. What’s going on in that mind of yours. You’re smiling again.”

“Yeah, um… It’s nothing, Mom. Really.” I drag my hand through my long hair and finish my coffee. “I should get to work. What time is dinner?”

“Vik, I’m your mother. I know when someone’s touched your fancy. Who is he?” she asks, placing her hand over mine.

My heart stops for a second as I try to figure out what to tell Mom.

I blow out a breath and say, “No one, really. I’m just ready for the school year to end.

I was thinking about taking a vacation. To the beach.

You know, sticking my toes in the sand, lying on the soft sand… ” Having Jersey fuck me on the beach.

“That must be quite a beach, Vik. You’re smiling even wider now.” Mom squeezes my hand. “Pick me up at five and we can go to Pam’s together. Unless you have plans later with someone…” She lets her sentence trail off.

“Nope, no plans. I’m all yours tonight. I’ll see you at five.” I kiss her cheek. “Have a great day.” Grabbing my purse, I toss my phone into it, then head out to my car, and go to work.

***

At Pam’s house, I’m relieved Jersey isn’t home, and it’s just us girls for dinner. We sit at the dining room table; Pam at the head, I’m to her right, and Mom sits across from me. Even for a casual dinner, Pam set the table as if it were more formal.

“Dig in,” she says, as Mom and I sit waiting for her. “I hope you like it. I found the recipe in my mom’s old recipe box.”

We fill our plates with the most delicious chicken casserole I’ve ever smelled. I slide a forkful of food into my mouth, and nearly choke on it when Jersey appears.

“Hey, Grandma. You didn’t tell me you were having friends over. Mind if I join you?” His eyes meet mine, filled with mischief and desire.

“Of course not, honey. Oh, Carla, Vik. You don’t mind do you?” Pam asks us.

“No, not at all,” Mom replies first.

I smile.

“Grab a plate, Jersey,” Pam tells him.

I hold my breath, waiting for him to return.

He sits to my right

I jerk in my seat, then sit tall, moving my leg from touching his. I don’t succeed as he spreads his legs wider.

“Are you’re okay, Vik?” Mom asks again.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I say, and stuff another forkful of food in my mouth.

“So, Vik. What’s it like to be both an athletic trainer and academic advisor for the students at CBA. I imagine you have a full schedule.” Pam begins the dinner conversation, putting me in the spotlight.

“Um… It’s great. I have wonderful students who all work hard to achieve the very best.” I take a drink of my water, nearly choking when Jersey’s hand travels up my bare thigh. I should’ve worn pants instead of this skirt.

“Thanks, Coach,” Jersey says with a sweet grin. His hand stops midway up my thigh, gently squeezing it.

“It’s true, Jersey. You work harder than a lot of the other students, both athletically and academically.

You set your goals and will surpass them.

I have complete confidence that you’ll succeed in life after graduation.

” I toss him a smile, but I want to give him me.

All of me. Christ, I’m on fire for him, but I have to cool it.

My desires can’t control my life. Not now.

“I can’t go wrong with your stretching and massage techniques in warmups. You’ve got the best hands in the business, Coach.” He slides his arm around my shoulder, squeezing it gently.

My eyes grow wide as my cheeks heat. I can’t believe Jersey said that in front of Pam and my mom.

I tilt my head, looking into his gorgeous blues and stutter, “Um… ah, thanks.”

Pam saves me when she says, “I’m proud of you, Jersey. And I know your parents would be so proud too.” She bows her head. Her sadness is evident when she mentions her son and daughter-in-law.

“Thank you, Grandma. I hope Mom and Dad would be proud.” He removes his arm from around my shoulder and sighs, then resumes eating.

Mentioning Jersey’s parents cooled him off as we finish dinner in silence. Pam stands and asks Mom, “Will you help me bring in the dessert, Carla?”

“My pleasure.” Mom looks at me, then at Jersey. “Be right back, kids.”

When they are gone from the dining room, and I hope they can’t hear us, I turn to Jersey. A sinful grin fills his face. He cups my cheeks, leaning in, his lips slightly brush mine.

My body erupts with an intense need for him. My heart beats at a rapid pace, I swear it’s going to bust out of my chest. I close my eyes to avoid drowning in his mesmerizing blue eyes.

His thumbs caress my cheeks tenderly as he whispers, “I’d rather have you for dessert.”

My eyes snap open, catching his deep blues. I wet my lips as he leans in for another kiss, but Pam and Mom almost catch us. I quickly push him back.

“I hope you like lemon cream pie, Vik. I know Jersey does.” Pam sets the pie on the table and takes her seat.

“I love cream pies, Gram. Especially lemon. It’s so soft and smooth.” His eyes are glued to mine as he speaks.

He’s not talking at all about the pie and I know it. Holding his gaze, I bite my lip as Mom hands out the plates and forks.

While enjoying the delicious lemon pie, Jersey’s hand finds my thigh again. This time he’s braver, sliding it around to my inner thigh.

Heat travels from my center up my stomach, to my breasts. My breathing intensifies, my chest rises and falls as his hand slides closer to my panties. Dear god, I’m going to come in front of my mother.. I reach under the table and move his hand from my leg.

Out of nowhere Mom asks Pam, “Did you hear about Chuck and Marley?”

“I did. I can’t believe that. She’s twelve years older than him. I don’t know what they’d have in common, do you?” Pam asks Mom.

“Nothing at all. I don’t understand why they couldn’t find partners closer to their own age.” Mom sips on her water, then glances at me.

Fuck, does she know? Did she see Jersey and me earlier? Holy crap, I need to talk to Jersey and set boundaries.

“Vik, Jersey. What do y’all think about Chuck and Marley? You went to school with Chuck, didn’t you, Vik?” Mom asks.

I swallow hard, then glance at Jersey. He’s busy shoving lemon pie in his mouth.

Tapping my fork on my plate, I shrug and say, “I don’t know, Mom. Maybe they found something in common. Maybe they fell in love. Age is just a number anyway,” I state, hoping for something positive from either Mom or Pam.

“Possibly, but unlikely,” Mom insists. “Would you date someone that much older than you, Jersey?” Mom holds a forkful of pie in front of her mouth, waiting for his answer.

He fidgets in his seat. His uncomfortableness is evident for a second.

Bringing his hand from under the table, he scratches his slightly scruffy jaw.

He’s so arrogant as he slides the finger that was between my legs across his lip, then under his nose.

He inhales deeply, smiling wickedly at me and he blurts out, “Yes. I would. If she’s the right woman.

The feelings are mutual, and I love her. Why not?”

I nearly spit my water across the table, instead, I choke it down and cough loudly. “Excuse me, please.” I stand. Looking at Pam, I ask, “May I use your bathroom?”

“Of course. It’s on the other side of the family room.”

Before I’m clear of the doorway, I watch Jersey pretend to lick me from his fingers and say, “Best lemon cream pie ever, Gram.”