A few days later and Thanksgiving was here! I had never experienced a normal Thanksgiving or ate a turkey and I wanted it to be perfect. Sebastian’s parents were due to land in a few hours and I had woken up at five AM to get everything ready. I researched different styles of turkeys and ingredients for days until I found the precise one. Sebastian said I spent a small fortune on food, but I didn’t care.
“What time is it?” he asked, coming out of the bedroom with bedhead, shirtless, and fucking adorable.
“It’s six thirty.”
“Ysa, it’s crazy early.”
“So why are you up?”
“I rolled over and you were gone. Come back to bed.”
“I can’t, I have so much to get done before your parents get here. The turkey is in the oven and it looks beautiful, if I do say so myself.”
He came up behind me, nuzzling my neck.
“Hey! Stop that,” I said, moving away.
He held me firmer. “But I’m up.”
I laughed. “I can feel that. I’m serious, stop!” I pushed out my ass, bumping him backward and ducked under his arms to turn around.
I held up the potato peeler that was in my hand.
“What are you going to do, Ysa? Scrape me to death?”
“Oh my God! Go do something, stop being so needy.” I smiled. “Or you can help me?”
“Hmmm…I’m going to go take a shower. But first…”
He was over to me in two strides, pulling me in to passionately kiss me. When his hands started trailing from my waist to my breasts, I shoved him.
“Be good! I have shit to do.”
He left to go pick up his parents around ten, and by the time they made it back, it was almost noon. I was checking the turkey when they walked in.
“And there she is…where she has been all day,” he informed, making his mom hit him in the chest. “Ow!”
“Sebastian, she has been cooking all day, you stop picking on her,” she reprimanded.
“I’m sorry, I’m still a mess. I thought I’d have enough time to shower before you guys got here. The time just got away from me.”
“Oh, honey, don’t worry about it. I completely understand. If Sebastian is anything like his father, I’m sure he has been sitting on the couch.”
I nodded and laughed, and then she slapped him again.
I went and showered, dressing in a casual maxi skirt and tank top. I opted on minimal makeup with some mascara, blush, and lipgloss.
Sebastian closed the door behind him as I was putting on my sandals.
“Mmm…you smell good, and you look so pretty,” he groaned into my ear from behind.
“You don’t look so bad yourself.”
“I missed you today. Come here,” he whispered, turning me to grope me.
“Stop. Your parents are right outside.”
“It’s fine, my mom’s on the phone with a friend and my dad’s watching football. We have time.”
My eyes widened. “Are you insane? I am not having sex with you with your parents less than twenty feet away. Stop,” I demanded, fighting off his frisky hands.
“I don’t want to stop. Since when do you ever deny me?”
“I’m going to hurt you. Stop.”
We went at this for a few more seconds, him trying to touch me everywhere and me blocking every advance. I finally broke down and started laughing, and he took the opportunity to carry me over to the bed, lying on top of me, and caging me in.
“Shhh…I’ll be really fast. Don’t make any noise.”
“No. Stop,” I urged, moving every chance I got.
“Shhh…just let it happen.”
My stomach hurt from laughing. When he wanted in, he was getting in.
“Ysabelle,” his mom said, knocking on the door.
“Yeah?” I yelled, giving him the death look.
“I think the turkey might be ready to come out. Your timer went off while you were in the shower. Do you want me to take it out?”
“No! I’ll be right out! Get off.”
He laughed and rolled over and before I could jump up, he grabbed my face and kissed me.
“I love you. And it’s on later, Ysa.”
I rolled my eyes and went to deal with his parents while he took a few minutes to get his hard-on under control.
Unbelievable.