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Meeting Cal’s Mom
By E.A. Reynolds
Avery Kane stared at his face in the square mirror with the recessed lights shining cheerfully down on him. Reflected back to him, by the glow of the recessed lights, was his handsome face. His green eyes seemed large and clouded with fear.
In contrast to the spa-like feel of the spacious bathroom, he trembled inside as he thought of what was going to happen in less than twenty minutes. He was going to meet his lover Calvin’s mother. She’d flown in from Dallas last night and Cal had picked her up and taken her to dinner. Cal had no idea how she would react to meeting him. After all, she’d had no idea her son was sexually attracted to men until last night.
On the other hand, Avery’s mother had known he was out since he was a teenager and was looking forward to meeting Cal’s mom. He’d refused to allow her to join them for dinner tonight in case things didn’t go well. She’d take Cal’s mother’s rejection as a personal insult and light into her like she was evil incarnate. He and his mother were close and that was probably because he was an only child.
He dragged a comb through his hair and almost cringed as another thought slammed into him. Had Cal told his mother he was white? He didn’t imagine she’d be pleased with that fact either since Cal was without a doubt the most beautiful black man he’d ever seen. He’d always dated interracially, and his mother no longer had any problems with it.
“Hey, baby.” Cal moved into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around Avery’s waist. He pulled him back against him and softly kissed the side of his neck.
“Are you sure my meeting your mother is a good idea?” he asked, his green eyes meeting his lover’s brown stare in the mirror.
Cal licked the side of his neck. “She’s already in town, Av,” he murmured. “Don’t tell me you’ve got cold feet when you doubted I’d ever introduce you.”
“I’m just scared she won’t like me.” He reached up and caressed the back of Cal’s head and moaned as his soft lips kissed a path to Avery’s ear. “Cal, I love you.”
“I love you, too, baby.” Cal kissed his ear, and whispered, “Relax. She’s just my mother.”
Avery huffed giving him an irritated look. “She is your mother, not some floozy blonde waitress.”
Cal laughed and Avery knew he was recalling that blonde waitress Cal had flirted with on their first date. “You’re so jealous, Av. Knock it off.” He uncurled from him and moved away to perch on the edge of the vanity where he crossed his arms over his broad chest. “We’ve only known each other a short time, but I’ve been thinking about some changes I’d like to make.”
Avery glared as tendrils of dread curled through him. Had Cal’s mother rejected him? Was he going to dump him because he’d lose her love or was this something else that he would like just as little? He’d carefully considered the possibility that since Cal was bisexual he might want to do the unthinkable. “I know you aren’t going to tell me you want to add some”—he waved the comb he had used to style his hair—“some woman to our relationship.”
“Avery, put the comb down,” he said patiently, watching the comb waving around.
Avery didn’t appear to hear him as he went to stand in front of him and poked him in the chest with the comb. “I’m not having it, Calvin Thomas. No way!”
“Calm down, baby,” he murmured, reaching to take the comb away and set it on the counter beside him. He took both of Avery’s hands in his. “We’re going to have to work on your impulse control issues with a little bondage and discipline if you don’t stop attacking me.”
Avery snorted delicately giving him a cold stare. He’d kicked him the night he’d flirted with that waitress and he’d kick him again if ever caught him flirting with another one. “I’m not a child, and you will not be treating me like one.”
Cal pulled Avery against him roughly. “No, you’re not a child, but you get so worked up.” He stroked his hands down his thighs. “I love your passion but not being whacked nearly every time you lose it.”
“I’m sorry,” he wailed. “I can’t help it!” He glided his hands up Cal’s bare arms reveling in the feel of his man’s warm skin. “You’re going to punish me when I’m bad?” he murmured. The idea of a little more S&M being introduced into their sexual relationship thrilled him enough that he got hard.
Cal chuckled. “You’re a handful, but I meant what I said. I’m going to take a flog to your backside if you don’t learn some control, sweetheart.”
“Be gentle.” He batted his lashes.
Cal gave his ass a swat. “It won’t be for pleasure, but I was only trying to ask you to move in with me, little one.”
Avery’s jaw dropped. “What? It’s too soon!” he exclaimed frantically as he pulled out of Cal’s grip.
“I know.” Cal’s voice was heavy with disappointment. “I like waking up to you, Avery, I hate thatyou’re a covers hog, but I love watching you get ready in the mornings. I love how you walk around half naked after work and tease me for not doing the same.”
“You really want me to move in with you?”
Cal nodded, gripped Avery’s hips, and brought him up against him once more. “I’m in love with you.” He brushed Avery’s lips softly. “ I need you close to me.”
His heart stopped at those words. The words he’d prayed his lover said to him. He knew Cal cared deeply for him, liked having sex with him, but he’d thought his falling really in love with him would take so much longer considering the emotional damage done to his heart by abuse.
Cal’s warm dark eyes were filled with the affection he’d just professed sending shivers down his spine. “You’re really in love with me, Cal?” he asked in a small voice filled with hope that he dared not allow to take wing in these last weeks since they’d become lovers.
“Yes.” He kissed him. “Will you?”
Avery’s eyes misted and excitement coursed through him. “I—yes!” He threw his arms around Cal’s neck. “I am so in love with you, Calvin. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He brushed his man’s lips with his, his heart hammering wildly. “Are you going to tell your mother I live with you?”
“What do you think?” Avery was about to remind Cal how afraid he was of his mother’s opinion when Cal laid a finger on his lips. “Remember what I said about relaxing?”
Avery nodded solemnly. “I’m just nervous.”
Cal pushed one hand into the pocket of his pants and brought out a gold chain with a small heart suspended from it. Avery’s hand flew to his mouth and his eyes misted anew. “Can I put it on you?”
Avery nodded vigorously. “Calvin, it’s so beautiful,” he whispered and then gave him a hug. Cal’s arm went around him hugging him close. “Now, put it on me.” Avery pulled back and looked down into Cal’s eyes.
Cal laughed. “Once I have it on you, I want you to get dressed. My mom will be here soon. Turn around.” Avery turned and Cal put the necklace on and kissed the back of his neck.
“Looks good on me.” He beamed at his reflection in the mirror.
Cal laughed as he headed out the door. “Yeah it does.” He stopped at the door and turned back. “Avery?”
Avery turned from the mirror and met his gaze. “Yeah?”
“Love you, baby.”
Avery’s jaw dropped, stunned not yet used to hearing those words from him. Cal disappeared and a slow smile of joy spread over his face.
* * * *
Fifteen minutes later, Avery heard the doorbell ring and tensed. He was back in front ofthe mirror, lip gloss in hand. Cal had come to love the baby pink shade, and he’d debated about not applying it or putting in his favorite earrings. He didn’t want Cal’s mother thinking he was some girl wannabe. She might not understand. His mother certainly hadn’t. She’d cried the first time she saw him experimenting with makeup. Lucky for him she’d gotten past it quickly.
He pushed out a sigh and put on the gloss before smoothing his hair one more time and leaving the bathroom to slowly descend the stairs that led to the second floor and the living room where Cal had probably taken his mother. He took a deep breath as fear clawed at him and stopped on the stairs to collect himself.
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