Page 37 of The Holy Grail

An invitation

Malcom inwardly groaned at the sound of his cell phone ringing.

His first instinct was to let it go to voicemail, since he was on the verge of falling asleep after an energetic round of sex on his couch with Jules—he’d taken her suggestion of having condoms stashed in every room to heart and had been able to conveniently grab one out of the side table’s drawer.

He had to admit it was very handy … not to mention it eliminated the need for a lot of clean-up after.

Since he’d found her in tears in her car two hours ago, she’d been rather needy , for lack of a better word.

And while he didn’t necessarily mind that, he didn’t like whatever the driving force was behind it.

He knew something was very wrong, but he had to respect her not being ready, or willing, to talk about it yet.

Trying not to disturb Jules too much—who was curled up between him and the back of the couch—he reached down to the floor and blindly searched for his jeans. Once he found them, he then had to rummage in a pocket to retrieve his phone before accepting the call from his mom.

“Hey, Mom,” he greeted her, keeping his voice low, even though Jules was now fully awake, too. She also seemed amused that he was taking a call from his mom while they were lying naked on the couch, covered with a blanket.

“Hi, Malcom,” Beverly returned. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“No. I’m not doing anything.” Technically that was true. “What’s going on? ”

“Well, I’ve decided you and Jules have been going out long enough without me meeting her in person, and that needs to change.”

Jules, who was just able to make out Beverly’s words due to Malcom’s phone being so close, gave him an exaggerated, wide-eyed look.

His mother sounded so authoritative, which amused Jules, especially since it seemed to sort of fluster him.

Although, to be fair, most of his discomfort was likely due to the circumstances in which the phone call was being held, rather than the actual content …

which motived her to bend her head and nip at one of his nipples, making him shiver.

Because … why not?

“Oh, it does?” The question came out in a slightly higher pitch than normal, and he caught Jules’ eye and gave a quick shake of his head, as if to say, Don’t you dare go for the other one.

Jules returned his head shake with one of her own, accepting his challenge, then proceeded to nip at the other one.

“Yes, it does,” Beverly continued. “And the sooner the better.”

“How—” he broke off for a moment as he felt Jules’ hand sliding down his abdomen, clearly heading for his cock, which immediately began to come to life. “How soon were you, um, thinking?”

Jules began stroking up and down, thoroughly enjoying herself at his expense, and feeling zero remorse as he struggled to concentrate on the conversation with his mom.

“Sometime this week?” Beverly suggested.

Jules gave Malcom an agreeable shrug, as if to say Why not?

then started moving down his body to get into blow job position.

As soon as he realized what her intentions were, he reached out to stop her, only to accidentally launch the phone onto the hardwood floor, where it landed like a brick.

By the time he was able to retrieve it, Beverly’s somewhat concerned voice could be heard asking, “What was that? What happened?”

“Nothing, Mom. I just …” he trailed off as Jules lowered her head, and with her gaze locked on his, enveloped the head of his cock into her mouth to casually suck on it, like she had all the time in the world and he wasn’t talking to his mother.

“You just what?” Beverly prompted.

He forced himself to answer and try not to sound like he was getting blown. “I dropped my phone on the floor. That’s all,” he said, gazing down at Jules with a mix of For the love of God, stop and Don’t even think of stopping .

With a smirk, Jules kept going, expertly working him over while still listening to the conversation.

For Malcom, however, it was a monumental struggle to focus and stay coherent.

“How about Wednesday night?” Beverly asked.

“Wednesday night?”

“Yes, Wednesday night.”

“Sure. Wednesday night it is,” he said, even though he didn’t know if it was a good night or not, because the base of his spine was beginning to tingle, which was a sure sign he didn’t have much time.

“Are you sure?”

Beverly seemed surprised by his quick answer, which made sense since he usually had to consult his schedule, so he quickly added, “I think so, but I’ll check with Jules and get back to you.”

“Good.” There was a pause, then Beverly added, “There is one more thing …”

“What?”

“I was going to invite your father.”

Malcom’s expression soured. “You were?”

“Yes. I’m sure he’d like to meet her, too.”

Although that was rather debatable, Malcom reluctantly agreed. “All right.”

“Good. So, let me know if Wednesday works.”

“I will.”

“All right, honey. Good night.”

“Good night, Mom.”

After hanging up, he tossed the phone to the floor and let his head fall back.

“Jesus Christ, you’re evil,” he muttered, sinking both hands into her hair and holding it back so he could see better, but also so he could gently establish a rhythm to take him over the edge. “And I really, really , love it.”

This time, the sound of her soft chuckle brought him to orgasm, and his vision was a little hazy as he watched her swallow, then hold still, then swallow again, with each of his releases.

When he was done, she slowly let his cock slide from her mouth, but stayed where she was, idly tapping the damp head against her lips as she said, “And I really, really love it that you love it.”

He felt utterly spent, and utterly at peace, and it had everything to do with the woman camped out between his legs.

She seemed in no hurry to move as she began to press a few little kisses along his shaft, alternating with gentle licks, as he grew soft.

She was careful to not overstimulate him, and he found it rather soothing.

“So … dinner this week with your parents?” she prompted.

“Right,” he responded with a sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. “Jesus, what night is that supposed to be?”

“Wednesday.” Jules tilted her head. “What time will you be picking me up?”

“Is that something you really want to do? Because if it’s too soon, I can—”

“I don’t think it’s too soon for me,” she denied, even though she’d never actually met a man’s parents before, so her understanding of relationship timelines in that regard was nonexistent. “Is it too soon for you? I mean, I know it’s a bigger deal than meeting friends …”

“It doesn’t feel too soon for me.”

Even though he seemed sincere, she had to ask. “Are you sure? Because you seem sort of unenthusiastic about it.”

“It’s not that I’m unenthusiastic. It’s just that I don’t trust the dinner to actually be enjoyable with my dad being there, and I don’t want it to be a bad experience for you.”

Jules pondered that. “I appreciate your concern for me, but I’m really not worried about your father.

Based on what you’ve told me about him—and how much he liked your ex-wife—he’s probably already predisposed to not liking me, so I won’t be going there hoping to impress him or try to make a perfect impression.

So, knowing I’m going to just be me at dinner …

does that make you feel better or worse? ”

Oddly enough, her calm and unaffected attitude actually made him feel better about the dinner.

She exuded a strength like no one he’d ever known and he found it unbelievably appealing.

“Better. I think it will be an uncomfortable evening no matter what—because my father really can’t let anything be enjoyable, as I’m sure you’ll see firsthand—”

“And if that’s the case, and it becomes too much, then we’ll just get up and walk out.”

Malcom blinked at her.

“What? You’ve never done that before?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“It’s really easy to do, not to mention quite satisfying,” she told him, before adding with a smile, “Trust me on that.”