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I had just turned away from the mirror when I heard my phone ring. I had dropped it on the bed with the laptop. I walked over and picked it up, Becca’s name was flashing on the screen, and I slid my thumb across the screen to answer.
“Hey baby, what’s up?” I asked.
“Hey, just wanted to check if you were already on your way,” Becca’s voice came through the speaker, she sounded slightly worried, which made me worried too.
“Just about to head out the door,” I replied, making my way out of the room. "What's wrong?"
"My parents are arriving today," she reported. Becca's parents lived in the country now. They'd moved over there just after her dad had retired from his government job. Now he ran a practice out there in the country. I only knew because Steve kept me updated. But now it looked like they would be paying their only daughter a visit. Which didn't explain why she sounded so stressed about it.
"That's good news, isn't it?" I asked.
"It is but they're stuck in the airport right now," she informed me.
"How'd that happen?" I couldn't imagine Mrs. Hamilton stuck at the airport. The woman was a planner. I remembered her making sure Becca's lunch was packed. Always. Toasted bread, eggs, and an apple when some milk. Every day. George, her elder brother always had the same lunch.
"The driver had an emergency and canceled on them, it was supposed to be a surprise, I feel terrible," Becca said. "The cook didn't come in today. I’ve got my hands full just keeping things running here."
I walked to the door and pulled it open, I had parked my car in the driveway after I’d dropped Mark off at school and Becca at the cafe. I could pick them up at the airport.
"You don't have to. I can pick them up, drop them at home or keep them occupied while you close up the cafe." I informed her.
"That would be amazing, Hunter, thank you a whole lot," she said.
"You don't have to worry about them, they're safe with me, do you want me to pick anything up for you before I pick them up? I'm guessing you'll want to make a meal,” I asked.
"No, I'm making food to take home, it’s easier that way, but you could help me with something else,” she said.
"What?" I asked, pulling open the car door and sliding inside. I pulled the door closed and put the key in the ignition. Maybe I could drive fast enough to pick them up and be back in time to pick Mark off from school. If not, I'd need to call Steve to pick him up.
"Could you call Steve and let him know my parents are in town, also tell Natalie if you can get her,” Becca said.
"Alright, no problem,” I replied.
"Thanks, lots and lots Hunter, I'll make it up to you," she said, her voice grateful and a whole lot less worried. I was happy enough to help where I could. Besides she was my woman now, making her life smooth and easy was my priority.
"I have ideas, we can discuss them later," I said, my voice low and suggestive.
"Get out of my head," she said laughing. She hung up and I placed the phone on the console, smiling to myself. Memories of last night flashed across my mind, Becca lifting her hips and dropping them softly on me, my hands on those hips as she rode me. Her lips on my nipple, sucking softly, while her body tightened around me.
My erection tightened, just thinking about her. Becca could be a tiger in the bedroom. It was almost insane, how she looked so innocent and yet be so wild when it was just the two of us.
I pushed the thought aside and pulled away from the driveway, hoping the Hamilton’s would be easy enough to find. I forgot to ask Becca to send their number. I could call her, but she was probably at work, and I didn't want to disturb her. I'd have to find them myself or ask Steve for the number. He should have it.
***
"Mom!" I exclaimed, walking over to her. She smiled and wrapped her arms around me. Whatever Hunter had spent the day doing with them, must've been good. They looked happy.
"Why didn't you guys come by the cafe?" I asked her, pulling away and walking over to my dad. He wrapped me in his arms and kissed my head like he had always done.
"I'm still taller than you love," he said when he pulled away.
"Dad! I'm sending you back to the airport if you start," I told him. I took his hands and led him into the house. Dad was tall, very tall, and he certainly hadn't left me the height because I barely made it past his shoulders. One reason I could never understand is his insisting on reminding me that every time I saw him. I never expected I would get taller than him. The days were past.
"I keep telling her she's short, but she never listens," Hunter quipped beside Dad. I turned my glare at him, pulling Dad away from him before he could answer. Hunter had certainly never said anything of the sort to me before.
"How was the trip?" I asked Mom.
Before she could say anything, Mark came running out of the house, Steve right behind him. He kept his eyes on my parents from the safety of his father's arms.
