Chapter 45

CHAPTER 45: SUNDAY DINNER – Pt. 1

I stayed the night at Jace’s last night. He was so insistent on making sure that I was going to be okay

after I went into subspace, so I agreed to sleep at his house. My dad wasn’t too happy about it, but

mom said that she would handle him for me, and I can only imagine what she had in mind. She had

also told me that the earliest flight that she could get me on Monday was an early afternoon flight.

When I informed Jace of me leaving, he refused to leave my side, and I’m not talking as in Dom mode.

No, he was in full-blown loving boyfriend mode. There were no stern looks or deep voices; no “watch

your tone, Ella” or “Good girl”. It was kind of weird actually, but I don’t know if it was a good weird or a

bad weird.

Waking up in his arms is one of my favorite things that I’ve come to love, because he holds me as

though I’m his most precious treasure. I remember when he used to carry around his teddy bear when

we were younger, and when he would hug it tight as he slept with it. That’s what I feel like when I wake

up in Jace Palmer’s arms.

“Mm, good morning, Precious.” Jace yawns and then snuggles into me more, “Why are you up so

early?”

| glance at the clock, “It’s not that early, Jace. It’s almost eight in the morning, and I woke up to

something poking me.”

He chuckles and then presses his lower half into me, “What would be poking into you that would wake

you?”

“Ha, ha, you’re so funny!” | giggle.

“What? Was it this?” He presses into me again only this time his morning wood slips between my

thighs, “Uh oh, looks like someone wants to play hide-and-seek.” He snickers.

“No, it’s not play time, it’s still sleepy time…” I say amusingly.

“Oh, but she’s weeping, and I need to comfort her,” He mumbles into my neck as he thrusts slowly

between my thighs, “Can you feel that? She’s getting her tears all over me.”

I feel his mouth on my neck next, and my stomach does a little flutter. It’s been a long time since I’ve

seen Jace be playful. It’s cute, and it’s turning me on like crazy. I moan as he slides his hand up from

my waist and begins to play with my nipple. He’s thrusting a little harder, but it’s more sensual than

anything and I just can’t take it anymore. I lift my leg and adjust myself, so when he thrusts again, he

slides right into me, and we both moan together as he sinks all the way in.

He remains still for a moment, “God, you feel so good, baby.” He hooks my leg up and over his, leaving

me wide open, “I don’t think I’m going to last long this morning, and I want you to come with me. Play

with your nipples while I wake up the bottom half more.” | feel him smile against my neck as he slides

his hand down to my bundle of nerves, “Ah, there she is…” he begins to rub it in circles.

I keep my eyes closed and just let myself feel as he makes love to me from behind. There is no hurry,

and so we just take our time, but unfortunately, his friend thinks he’s had enough and wants to get to

the finish line, “How close are you, Precious?”

“Oh…so close. Keep doing what you’re doing…it’s right there…!” | end as my orgasm crashes over me

and Jace thrusts in deep a few times before holding himself inside of me.

“Oh fuck, Ella!” He pants, “That was a lot, it’s already spilling out.”

Chapter 45: Sunday Dinner – 1 When he goes to move, I hold him in place, “Don’t go. Just stay in for a

while,” I push myself back onto him a bit more, “I love feeling you inside of me.” I close my eyes once

more to try and get some sleep.

Jace gently grabs my chin and pulls my face to the side, kissing me on the lips, “I love you, Ella.”

I open my eyes to see his green ones gazing down at me, “I love you too, Jace.” I smile.

“Go back to sleep now.” He drops back down and holds me as tight as he can while remaining inside

me.

Walking into my house a little after ten thirty, my mom is working in the kitchen, flitting around as she

prepares different dishes, “What’s going on Mom?” | ask, glancing around at the salads and desserts.

The kitchen already smells like mom’s famous lasagna.

“Oh, hey sweetie, I’m just getting things ready for Sunday dinner. I’ ve invited the Palmer’s over, since

you are leaving tomorrow. I thought it would be a nice going away dinner for the two families.”

“Awe, you didn’t have to do this mom, but thank you!” I kiss her cheek and then look around at the

mess she’s got going on, “What time is this dinner happening?”

“Uh, noon, why?”

I just chuckle and shake my head, “Let me go shower quick and then I’ll be down to help, because

there is no way you will have everything done and cleaned up in an hour and a half.”

“Oh shoot, seriously? It’s that late already?” She looks at the clock on the microwave and then turns

back to me, “Thank you sweetie. I was hoping that your sister would help, but she left early this

morning to hang with “friends”.” She air quotes.

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Chapter 45: Sunday Dinner – Pt. 1 “Yeah, I’m not sure what’s going on with her, but that girl is not the

sister that I left behind when I moved. She won’t talk to me, and she has an attitude whenever I do try,

but I won’t give up until I know what’s going on with her.” I turn to leave, but mom stops me.

“Ella, please don’t be too hard on Elise. She was bummed when you left and moped around for a while.

Then one day, she wasn’t moping anymore. She’s just being a hormonal teenager, so go easy on her,

will you?”

I think on it a moment, “I will try, but if she pulls what she did yesterday, the deal is off. Will she even be

at dinner?”

“She knew about it, but I didn’t know she was leaving either until she hollered on her way out and then

sent me a text. I haven’t had time to ask her.” She says as she starts buttering up the bread to make

her delicious garlic cheese bread.

“Okay, well I’m going to go shower quick; be back in a few.”

I take the stairs two at a time and hurry into my room and into my ensuite. I hurry through my shower

making sure I wash the smell of Jace from between my legs and then towel off just as quick. I’m a bit

annoyed that Elise would leave my mom hanging like this, knowing that it’s a going away dinner for me.

Had I known my mom was doing this, I would have come home earlier. I know my mom loves to cook

and all, but sometimes she has a tendency to go overboard, and it looks like this may be one of those

times. I leave my hair down to dry a bit and quickly throw on a pair of leggings and an off-the-shoulder

t-shirt.

Returning to the kitchen my mom is just throwing in a batch of brownies into the double oven that she

begged my father to buy her. Good thing he did, because I don’t know how she would have finished all

of this food that she is preparing. You would think that she is planning a bigger dinner party.

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“Mom, there are only eight of us, possibly seven if Elise doesn’t come home, why are you making so

much?” | muse.

My mom sighs as she looks around, “I guess I’m a bit nervous. This is actually the first get together

since you and Jace have come forward with your relationship. I know the Palmer’s are our best friends,

but it’s almost like seeing them in a new light; as your boyfriend’s parents.” She chuckles, “I know, it’s

silly.”

I go to her and hug her from behind, “Oh Mom, they are still the same people that they were before we

got together. Isn’t this what you both wanted?”

“Well, yes, but I don’t think we ever thought about what would happen if the two of you broke up. What

will that do to our friendship?” She asks.

“Absolutely nothing. Our failure of a relationship, which I’m not planning on having, has nothing to do

with your friendship, Mom. If you allow it to be an issue, then I will have to kick both your asses!” I lift a

brow at her.

“Ella! Watch your mouth…”

“Well, I wanted you to know that I meant business, that’s all.” | peck her on the cheek, “Now, you keep

preparing the meal, and I will start on the clean-up. We should be finished by the time they arrive.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

We get to work on our different tasks, finishing everything up, and setting the table, with twenty minutes

to spare. I hurry upstairs and throw my hair up in a messy bun with a few stray hairs hanging down to

frame my face. I then apply a little mascara and some lip gloss before leaving the bathroom. A naughty

thought crosses my mind and I change from my leggings to a stretchy skirt that ends