Addilyn

When we pull up to my parents the knot in my stomach tightens. This is such a horrible idea. I don’t know what I was thinking.

Nate places his strong hand on my shoulder and I turn my head. “Relax Addilyn. I promise you no one will know,” he says with a smile.

I should mention that he’s hot. Like fucking make my under used pussy take notice, hot. He’s got these dark chocolate eyes that are mysterious, dark hair that is wildly perfect, and I’d have to be blind not to notice his body. The man must work out hourly to maintain that. In real life I’d never be able to score a guy that looks like him. But paying him to be mine, yeah that’s more believable.

He didn’t let the conversation stall out once on the ride. It didn’t even feel that long, because honestly he was easy to talk to. Making sure that every detail was in place, but in a way that made it feel like he was just getting to know me. Felt kinda good actually. It’s been a long time since I had the full attention of a guy. Even if I’m paying him for it.

Searching his clear eyes, I nod my head. “Okay, let’s do this.”

We get out of his unbelievably sexy car and he grabs our bags, tossing them over one shoulder. It kinda makes me grin, until we start walking to the door and he grabs my hand. Jerking my head to him, he lets out a soft laugh.

“I’m going to have to touch you Addilyn. Jumping when I do that might not be a good idea,” he says, giving me a wink.

I close my eyes briefly and blow out a breath. “Right, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Just get used to my hands on you,” he says, giving my hand a little squeeze.

Damn, having his hands on me would be fine by me. Having his hands on me while I was naked in bed with him on top of me would be even better. The door swings open and I feel myself blush when I see my mother. I can’t let my thoughts go in that direction or this will be even worse.

“Addie, oh my baby you’re home,” she says, ripping me away from Nate. “He’s very good looking. Introduce us.”

Rolling my eyes as she lets go of me, I plaster on a fake smile. “Mom, this is Nate Wheeler.”

“Nate, it’s an honor to meet you. We were starting to lose hope that our Addie would ever find someone,” she says, laughing.

Putting his muscular arm around me, he smiles. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Mitchell,” he starts.

“Oh don’t Mrs. Mitchell me, I’m Bridget or Mom whichever you prefer.”

Oh my God. This is not happening.

“Bridget it is. Thank you for inviting me. Being away from Addilyn for two weeks would have been unbearable for me,” he says, laying it on thick.

“Aren’t you sweet. Well, come in, come in. Everyone’s waiting to meet the guy that Addie finally decided to bring around.”

Following her inside, Nate glances over at me. “Sorry,” I mouth to him.

Shaking his head slightly, he drops our bags by the door and pulls me in for a hug. “Don’t apologize for everything they say. I’ve got this, relax alright,” he whispers in my ear.

Not going to lie, having his arms around me feels pretty fucking good. He has a tight hold on me, not some pussy hug where his arms are limp. No, he’s got me pressed against his solid chest with those powerful arms around me.

“Charles, come look at this. He can’t keep his hands off of her.” I hear my mother yell to my dad.

“Addilyn, let’s go have some fun,” he whispers again, before pulling away.

He grabs my hand and we walk into the living room. I’m grateful it’s only my dad. Seems we’ve beat everyone here. Which is surprising considering they all live within a few minutes of each other.

“Charles, turn off that TV and come meet Nate,” my mom yells.

Standing up he looks Nate up and down before turning his attention on me. “Hey little girl. Give your old man a hug,” he says with a small smile.

“Hi Dad,” I say, wrapping my arms around him.

“Nate huh? What’s that short for?” my dad questions, lifting a graying eyebrow.

“It’s short for Nathaniel, sir.” Nate sticks out his hand to my father. “It’s a real pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you I feel like I know you,” he says.

My dad shakes his hand and smiles. “Oh yeah?”

“Yes sir. When you have time I’d love to see your train collection. I used to have a small train set myself, but from what I hear you’ve got the best there is.”

Slapping Nate on the back, his smile couldn’t be bigger. “Well damn son, after dinner we’ll have some cigars in the basement and I’ll show you. And please call me Charles.”

Holy shit. He’s good. I mean I know he said he was good, but wow. Watching him impress my dad that quickly was like magic. He’s not an easy man to get along with, but Nate knew exactly what to say. It’s kinda sexy.

“Sit, sit. I want to hear everything,” my mom says, patting the cushions next to her.

Just as we sit down the front door flies open. It’s like utter chaos ensues. Kids running all over screaming, my sister and her husband yelling for them to relax. My brother and his wife trying to talk over everyone. My parents are laughing at the kids and hugging everyone. Turning my head, I shrug at Nate.

“It’s only going to get worse,” I say, staring into his dark eyes.

“I can handle it. Stop worrying so much,” he says, wrapping his arm around me.

Instinctively, I move closer to him, feeling his body heat against mine. He’s good. The man is good.

“Oh my goodness,”  Abigail, my sister, screams. “Will you look at Addie? She really did bring someone home.”

I feel myself tense up with anger and Nate must sense it because he gently strokes my arm.

“Don’t be so rude Addie, introduce us all,” Andrew, my brother, says.

Inwardly, I roll my eyes as I introduce Nate to everyone standing there staring at us. My sister and her husband Jake, my brother and his wife Tracey and of course my two nephews, Michael and Matt.

The volume of everyone talking at the same time is like nails on a chalkboard. I can feel my body getting tense and my ears starting to bleed. I glance over at Nate and he has a small smile on his face taking it all in. This poor guy had no idea what the hell he signed up for.

“Shhh, everyone shut up. I want to hear how Nate and Addie met,” Abigail yells, clapping her hands like a small child.

It’s like she just promised them gold because everyone shuts up and silently stares at us. Shifting uncomfortably next to Nate, he puts his hand on my knee giving it a light squeeze. Pretty much reassuring me he’s got this.

“Addilyn and I were actually set up by a mutual friend. She told me that she knew the perfect girl for me, which I didn’t believe existed, so I figured what did I have to lose. We met in a small dimly lit restaurant. When I saw her walk in it was the first time in my life I felt my knees go weak. She was stunning and I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of her since. The longer we talked, the more I realized that maybe there was something to believe in. Well, we haven’t been apart since that night. She’s definitely the perfect woman for me,” he says.

I’m staring at him believing the story myself for a second. Damn, he’s good.

“Oh, that is beautiful,” my mom says, wiping her eyes.

“How long have you been together?” Andrew asks. He’s always looking for the faults in everything. If there is a problem, he’ll happily point it out.

“Almost six months,” I say, puffing my chest out with confidence.

Laughing, he turns to his wife. “Just wait,” he says under his breath.

“Until what?” I say, starting a fight that is completely unnecessary.

“Addie, it’s new and fun right now. Wait until you’re married and having kids. Shit changes fast,” he says, walking past us to go into the kitchen.

I glance over at Tracey who stares at the floor holding onto her very pregnant belly. “What the hell was that about?” I ask, looking between my mom and Tracey.

My mom waves her hand trying to dismiss me. “Oh, he’s just in a mood. Never mind him. Come on, let’s go work on getting dinner ready. I’m sure everyone is starving.” She starts toward the kitchen and turns back. “Addie, you and Nate can take your bags up to your old room and relax if you need.”

That is her way of trying to keep me away from whatever the fuck is going on. Which is fine because I’ll get it out of someone, but I’ll gladly take the break from everyone for now. Walking over to our bags, it suddenly hits me. We are staying in the same room. Fuck.