Page 32 of Three Not-So-Little Words (The Lawson’s #3)

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The White Whale

Drew

"Sounds good to me," I tell her.

She's apologized for the Lawson family dinner about five times, but I keep assuring her that I don't mind. I'm asking her to deal with a lot since I have a kid. A meal with her family won't kill me

She directs me to her parents' house, and before we get out of the truck, she leans over to kiss me.

When she pulls back to look at me with her big brown eyes, she says, "Thank you for doing this. I owe you one.”

“You're welcome. And you don't owe me anything."

As we walk to the front door, she holds my hand linking her fingers with mine.

She may think I'm dreading this, but it's exactly the opposite. Ronnie isn't always the easiest to get close to, and relationships scare her. So, any step we can take in getting closer, I'll enjoy every minute of.

When we enter through the front door, we walk into an empty living room.

"Shit," She groans, looking at the clock. "I'm about to catch hell for being late "

We walk into the dining room where everyone is seated around a giant table. It looks like they are just starting to pass around platters of food. Everyone turns to look at us.

"Hey, guys," she greets.

Her mom rolls her eyes. "Really, Veronica? You couldn't be on time?"

Ronnie goes to open her mouth, but I speak instead. "I'm really sorry. It's my fault. I had to get my son to his grandma’s.”

That seems to please her mom. "Oh, okay. I guess that's a pretty good reason. Come on in and have a seat."

Everyone goes back to their business, and Ronnie leans close to me. "Oh, I'm so blowing you for that later.”

"Remind me to do it more often," I mutter.

We take a seat in the two empty chairs, and Ronnie takes a moment to introduce everyone. I already know Jack and Dylan. And Leah has come into the shop a few times to see Dylan, so I recognize her. I try to remember names, but there's a lot of them. Hopefully, I'll get to know them all eventually.

After we have full plates, we dig in, and Liz, who I think is the oldest sibling, directs her attention to me.

"So, Drew, how did you pin down this one?" She uses her fork to gesture to Ronnie. "She's kind of like the white whale.”

Ronnie says, " Hey, did you just call me fat?"

“No, I didn’t call you anything. I implied that you’re a commitment-phobe.”

Ronnie shrugs. “Oh, okay.”

Liz looks at me again. “So, how’d you bag her?”

I smile. “I don’t know that I bagged her. I’m crazy about her, and she tolerates me.”

Dylan steps in. “Good for you, man. She must like you, too. If she didn’t, you wouldn’t be here.”

Ronnie says, “Hey, why are you two giving me shit? Where are your babies? Shouldn’t you be tending to them?”

Liz rolls her eyes. “They’re sleeping.”

“Be nice, or I’ll go wake them up,” Ronnie warns.

“You do, you die,” Liz retorts.

Suzanne, their mom, stops their bickering. “So, Drew, how old is your son?”

“He’s six,” I answer. “Colton.”

She smiles. “Aw, that’s a fun age. If you ever need a babysitter, just bring him on over. We always have at least one grandkid here.”

Andre, her husband, says, “Very true. It’s nice having babies and kids around again.”

Ronnie looks at me. “Don’t feel obligated to do that, Drew. You don’t really know these people.”

I feel like I should say something.

“Thank you so much for the offer. I don’t really have any type of family of my own, so it’s very nice. Right now, Colton goes to his grandma’s–the one on his mom’s side–on weekends, but I appreciate having a backup plan if needed.’

Andre says, “I know you and Ronnie haven’t been together for very long, but as long as you two are a thing, you’ll have all us in your corner.”

I nod. “Thank you.”

It’s odd being around a family that actually loves each other. I hope Ronnie realizes how much of a gift that is.

The conversation shifts off of Ronnie and me and onto Jo, the youngest, who is apparently only in town temporarily. She’s feisty–just like Ronnie–but she seems to be more of a tomboy where Ronnie is more on the girly side.

I pay attention to all of the conversations and am actually having a pretty good time. Every once in a while, Ronnie will lean over and whisper a fun fact about whoever is talking. I feel like I’m getting insider knowledge.

Everyone is laughing and telling stories when Ronnie excuses herself to the restroom. While she’s gone, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I decide to ignore it, but when it goes off again, I figure I should look to make sure it has nothing to do with Colton.

Trying not to make it obvious and seem rude, I slide it out from my pocket and hold it under the table to look at. It has nothing to do with Colton.

It’s a slew of pictures from Ronnie.

Dirty pictures.

I look around to make sure no one is looking. Thankfully, everyone is occupied with their own conversations.

My eyes glance down again to get a better look at the messages. Clearly, she’s in the bathroom, sending these to me right now. The first is of her tits popping out of her low-cut bra.

The next is taken underneath her dress–where she isn’t wearing any underwear. Her cute pink pussy shows a little through her lips.

And the last is of her ass. She snapped a pic of it in the mirror.

I quickly text her.

What are you trying to do to me?

Turn you on so much that you go all caveman on me when we leave here.

Be careful what you wish for, baby.

Another photo comes through. It’s her pussy, but this time, her legs are spread, giving me an all-access view.

I look up from my phone right as someone asks how Jack and I know each other.

While we both answer the question, Ronnie sits back down next to me.

Nothing about her behavior would give any hint as to what she was just doing.

She’s calm as a cucumber. Meanwhile, I’m trying to keep my cock from getting hard.

As I talk, my hand finds her thigh underneath the table and moves up toward her sweet spot. I thank God this table has a long tablecloth.

Ronnie still doesn’t seem phased. She even opens her legs, giving me easier access. I can’t do much except lightly graze her to tease. Anything else would be painfully obvious.

She’s still calm as can be, while I am sweating, and my knee is uncontrollably bobbing up and down. How is she acting like she’s not turned on right now?

As everyone starts standing from the table, Ronnie squeezes my cock through my pants before she gets up. I take a moment to think of everything non-sexual to calm myself down.

I finally stand up, and Ronnie and I mingle a little bit. Everyone is so nice and welcoming. And they act like it’s a huge deal that Ronnie brought someone to dinner. I try not to make a big thing out of it because I can tell Ronnie is getting annoyed by the whole thing.

We are starting to wrap things up when Suzanne comes over and talks to me more about Colton. She’s very sweet, and I’m trying to stay as engaged as possible. That becomes increasingly difficult when Ronnie leaves my side. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her duck into the bathroom again.

It doesn’t take long before my phone starts buzzing in my pocket again. I don't need to pull it out to see what she’s sending me, and I don’t dare look at it.

A couple moments later, Eve comes over, asking for her grandma’s help with something. Suzanne excuses herself, leaving me alone and free to head to the bathroom. I make sure no one is paying attention before opening the door.

Ronnie looks startled at first, but once she realizes it’s me, a sexy smile spreads across her lips.

She puts on her best innocent act. “You okay? You look a little flustered.”

I waste no time in grabbing her and kissing her like my life depends on it. But I don’t let it go on for long. I stop it, and flip her around, so she’s facing the mirror. Bending her over, I hike up her dress and give a quick smack to her ass.

My fingers then move down to toy with her pussy.

“Do you think it’s fun to tease?” I ask her.

She nods as I slide two fingers inside. I angle to rub her g-spot as she pushes against me, desperate for more.

A couple small moans escape her lips, so I clasp my other hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. My fingers fuck into her harder, and I feel her clenching around me.

When I know she’s close, I pull out my fingers.

“Nooo,” she whines.

“See? It’s not nice to tease.”

“Please,” she pleads.

“I’ll let you come when we get home…if you’re good.”

I pull her dress down before she turns around to face me. “That’s just mean,” she says.

“Let’s not talk about mean. I’ve had blue balls all night.”

She grabs my hand and sucks her juices off each of my fingers.

“We need to leave,” I tell her. “Now.”