Deon

It's seven thirty in the evening on Sunday when Pres and I walk in through my front door.

I take off my girlfriend's denim jacket and place it on the coat hanger beside the door. She looks beautiful as fuck in a strapless lavender cocktail dress that flares out a little from the waist down and reaches her mid thigh. Her amazing wavy hair is up in a messy bun with a few tendrils flowing freely down both sides of her face and there are teeny tiny light purple hair clips pinned here and there.

Taking her hand, I lead her further into the house and in the direction of where Meghan Trainor's 'Like I'm gonna lose you' is playing.

As we enter the backyard, I see that Mom and Dad have set up the outdoor furniture and the barbecue machine. Everyone except dad is sitting around the huge white table. Uncle Mateo and his wife, Camila are seated next to Mom, talking. Jayden and Kayden are talking with our cousins, and a guy I haven't seen before is seated next to Dan. Probably one of his many friends. Dad is standing in front of the barbecue machine, flipping over meat with a spatula.

Bree and the youngest of our cousins, Sara are playing at the opposite end of the backyard.

"Hello, Presley," Mom says, standing up from the table and coming towards us. "It's so good to see you again."

Wait, what?

"You two have met before?" I gesture between my mom and my girlfriend, a little shocked.

"Oh, yeah. I sort of forgot to mention that. We talked about me making your birthday cake." Pres smiles sweetly at me.

"Hm." I nod slowly. She's almost my height with her skyscraper heels on, but not quite.

"Oh, I'll go get your dad," Mom touches my arm lightly before walking in Dad's direction.

"Hey, TG!" Kay calls out from across the table. I turn my head to see him winking at Pres.

"TG?" I ask, confused and a little annoyed.

"Yep. It's short for tampon girl." He smirks.

"Oh my god. Could you please stop with that already?" Pres says, looking flustered and mildly annoyed. I take a moment to admire the look.

Kay snickers. "And I've already told you. It's stuck with me."

"Okay, fine. Well, at least TG's better than um...tampon girl." She lowers her voice when she says the last two words. Turning her face towards me, she notices my smirk. "What?"

"Oh, it's just that you look adorably sexy when you're flustered."

"Do not call me adorable." She shoves me playfully.

I think back to when she called me adorable and I started tickling her. She happens to be very ticklish. I have yet to find all the spots on her body she finds ticklish...

"Hey." I turn around when I hear Dad's voice behind me.

"Oh, hey, Dad. Um, this is Presley, my girlfriend. Pres, this is my dad, Carlos."

"Hello, Mr. Martinez. It's nice to meet you." She beams at Dad.

"Oh, please call me Carl. It's nice to finally meet you." Dad frowns before turning around and leaving.

What the fuck?

"Oh." Pres frowns, looking nervous. "Did I say something to upset him?"

"No, you didn't. Well, he could come off as a little cold at first. Don't worry, he'll warm up to you."

"Oh, okay," she says, still frowning.

I drag the vacant chair next to Jay out for her to sit before taking the seat next to her.

"Champagne?" I ask, grabbing the Armand de Brignac in front of me.

She nods, smiling, but her smile doesn't quite reach her eyes.

I pour her and myself a glass each and watch her carefully as she takes a sip.

I hate my dad for being so cold towards her. I know he really hates Gen, and me for dating her in the first place, but just because my ex was a gold-digger doesn't mean Pres is one too. But, well, he refuses to believe that.

After watching my girlfriend in silence for a few minutes, I lose my patience. "Penny for your thoughts?"

She knots her fingers together before saying, "What if your dad hates me?"

Fuck. Is that what she has been thinking about for the past few minutes?

"Trust me, he doesn't hate you. He just needs a little time to get used to you. Well, he wasn't a fan of Gen, so he still thinks all my girlfriends are like her."

I feel her tense up beside me and I mentally slap myself. "Um...if it makes you feel better, I haven't brought home a girlfriend in a while. I mean, I haven't had one since Gen."

"Hey, love." Mom says from behind us and places a gentle hand on Pres's shoulder. "Come on. Let me introduce you to Deon's cousins."

"Oh, sure." Pres gets up from her chair before kissing me on the cheek and following behind Mom.

I swallow a deep breath, then grab my champagne flute and head towards the barbecue machine to have a small talk with dad.

Presley

Deon's backyard is decorated beautifully. There are strings of white fairy lights hung over us from one end of the area to the other. There are different types of plants and flowers around the area. Brianna and another little girl who were playing opposite of where the adults are sitting are now swinging back and forth on the pretty white wooden porch swing. Had I known this was going to be quite a big dinner party, I would have worn something better.

The smell of roasted meat wafts through the air as I follow Marissa. Turning back, I see that Deon is now walking towards his father.

I put the thought aside when Marissa stops in front of two pretty blondes with fair skin. One is in a short dark purple velvet dress and the other in a short white sleeveless one. They're obviously sisters by the looks of it. "Girls, this is Presley. Please introduce yourselves. I've got to go set the food." Marissa smiles warmly at me before disappearing inside the house.

"Hey, Presley. I'm Maria," the girl wearing purple says. I'm a little surprised when she gives me a small hug.

"I'm Sofia. We're cousins of the Martinez's," the other girl says, smiling sweetly at me before pointing at the little girl on the swing with Bree. "And that's our little sister, Sara."

"It's really nice to meet you guys. Do you both attend school here?"

"Oh, no. We finished school two years back," Maria says, "My sister is Dan's age and I'm a year older."

"Oh, alright. Well, I'm in Deon's grade."

"Why does Kayden call you 'tampon girl?'" Sofia asks, and Maria adds, "And how did you and Deon get together?"

Dammit, Kay.

A little reluctantly, I tell them.

* * *

During dinner, I got to know that Carl and I have a couple things in common. We both love country music and R&B. Also, we support Manchester United when it comes to soccer. He doesn't happen to hate me after all, which is a huge relief.

Dinner was a bit of a mess though. Turns out that Deon's oldest brother, Dan is gay, and the guy who sat next to him during dinner is his boyfriend. Everyone except his father was happy for them. Right before he announced he seemed very nervous, which is acceptable as homosexuality is still a bit of a sensitive topic at this day and age.

After having dinner and dessert, Deon and I snuck upstairs to his room, away from all his family drama.

Deon is seated on his bed with his back against the headboard, while I lie down with my head on his lap. "I'm still finding it hard to believe Dan's gay even though I'm really happy for him." He turns his head towards me.

"Me too." I gaze up at him, as his fingers draw patterns on my hair. At some point he removed the bun I was wearing so that he could comb his fingers through my locks.

Deon sighs. "I'm glad you and Dad bonded. I don't want you to be uncomfortable around him."

"Yeah. I am too." I spread my arms and legs out as if I'm making snow angels. "Your bed is so comfy."

He smirks. "You can come over and sleep in it anytime."

I hope he's joking, but from the tone of his voice and the look on his face, I know he's not. "I would love to, but that would be a little inappropriate, don't you think?" I laugh softly.

"Hmm true." Before I know it, Deon's on top of me, caging me with his body. "Well, there are many inappropriate things I would like to do to you right now."

I know his words should scare me off, but surprisingly they don't.

"Wait. Um..." Without thinking, I push him by the shoulders. "Uh...can I try something?"

Deon leans back on his elbows, his face a mixture of lust and confusion. "Sure?"

"Um, I've wanted to know what your washboard stomach would feel like against my fingers. I've wanted to touch your abs since the day I accidentally liked—" I stop myself before finishing that sentence, but Deon finishes it for me.

"Since the day you stalked me on Instagram and accidentally liked my posts?"

"Um..." I mutter, blushing.

He chuckles, winking. "Be my guest." Rolling his shirt up halfway, he gestures at his stomach and leans back on the bed with his arms behind his head.

Hesitantly, I lean forward and graze my fingertips across Deon's taut stomach, making him suck in a breath. His abs are rock-hard and way better than I had imagined. I move my fingers along every rise and dip, fantasizing what it would feel like to be pressed against them without a single layer of clothing separating us. I gaze at Deon's face to see that his eyes are clenched shut. They suddenly open and then he's rolling me backwards with a groan, leaning over me again. "I think that's enough inspection for now."

In less than a second I'm flat on my back and the little flutter in my stomach is all the encouragement I need to hoist myself up on my elbows and kiss him. I can still taste the mint chocolate ice cream we had for dessert on him. He kisses me back fiercely, pushing his tongue past my lips to meet mine. "You taste heavenly," he whispers into my mouth.

"No. You do," I say, breathless, which makes him groan again. "Mint chocolate ice cream and you. Best combination ever."

I feel his erection growing against me and I stiffen.

"Baby, if you're uncomfortable with..." He presses his pelvis against mine again. "...this..." He says with a soft growl. "...you can tell me to stop any time."

I nod, then relax. "I'm good."

"Are you sure?" Baby blue eyes gaze into mine.

I nod again as Deon starts grinding the bottom half of his body against mine. Craving the friction, I raise my hips to meet his halfway. The second our bodies meet I feel a strong wave of electricity ricochet through me. I need the release. Moaning, I arch my back. "I need..."

He cuts me off with a growl, which makes my thighs clench together. "I know exactly what you need, but I don't think I can handle watching you get it."

"Deon...please..." I moan loudly and Deon gives in.

"Fuck," he grunts. His hips move against mine a few more times before I feel his hand slide up my dress and touch the edge of my panties. "Is this okay?"

"Uh huh." I nod quickly.

He gently touches my center over my panties before stroking it in circles. I moan, feeling white hot heat at the pit of my stomach. Deon starts rubbing my crotch through my panties, slowly at first, and then harder, faster, pushing me closer towards my release. I feel his lips against mine, but all I can think of is his hand between my thighs. Helpless to the sensation, I clutch his shoulders and cling to him, moaning. Finally when it happens, it feels like I'm crashing over a cliff. I can't explain the feeling, but my body goes lax and I jolt violently beneath him as ripples of ecstasy shoot through my core. "Ahhh!" I cry out.

"Just ride it out." Deon kisses my neck. "Enjoy it."

Moments later there's a soft knock on the door and Deon ignores it. I hear a familiar voice on the other side. "Do not go in there, buddy. Trust me, you don't wanna be scarred for life by Dee Dee's antics," Kay says.

"But I wanna talk to Dee Dee," I hear Bree's muffled voice whine.

"Ah, fuck." Deon says, sitting up on the bed. "I don't think I locked the door."

"He'll be downstairs in a bit," Kay says right before I hear the soft sound of retreating footsteps.

"Um...was I loud?" I whisper, feeling embarrassed and very much sated.

"Well, Kay certainly heard you," Deon chuckles, helping me off his bed to straighten my clothes.

"You owe me one, Dee," Kayden's voice comes from outside the door. "You too, Presley." He pauses. "Do you guys know how close Bree was to walking in on you fuck—"

"Alright!" Deon yells, startling me. "I'll buy you Hitman 3 or Deathloop for your PS5 tomorrow."

"Yes!" I imagine Kay fist pumping the air with a cry of victory. "Now I'll leave you two to your fornication or cunnilingus or whatever."

As we hear retreating footsteps Deon smirks and I groan, blushing.

I really can't believe I just let him do that to me. Honestly.

But hell, if that didn't feel freaking amazing.

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