“Happy Thanksgiving, Adam,” I mumbled in an “I just got sexed really well” voice.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Lilith,” he answered between heavy breaths. And I knew then that the holidays would be much more fun in the future.

Chapter Six

Black Friday

The phone on the nightstand started ringing at nine AM. Now, under normal circumstances, we were up and about well before nine, but it was the day after Thanksgiving and we had been busy the night before having sex three more times after he stuffed me on the dining room table. Go team!

“I don’t want to get up for school.” He muttered and dropped the phone.

“Who was that?” I croaked.

“My Mom.”

“Adam!” I picked up the phone. “Hello?”

“Good morning, Lily!” Mrs. Roth said brightly. Too brightly. I held the phone a little further away from my ear.

“Morning,” I mumbled, sounding like I had a mouth full of cotton.

“Abby and I are here and we have a surprise for you!”

“Great.” I tried to make it sound convincing. “Can you give us a few minutes?”

“Sure. We’ll run across the street and grab some coffee and be back in half an hour.”

“Okay, thanks.” I clicked off. “Adam, we have to get up,” I said poking him.

“I got it up half the night. Now I need to sleep.”

“She said they have a surprise for us.”

“I don’t like surprises.”

“I want to make your mother happy.”

“You’re making her happy by marrying me.”

“Are you going to make me poke you again?”

“Poking is what made me so tired.”

“Adam. Come on!” He flipped onto his back in exasperation and threw back the covers. Just for the record, even after four rounds and with a sore cha-cha, the site of Adam naked was stirring. I stared lecherously at his bare ass as he headed for the bathroom.

“See something you like, Adler?” he called out. How did he always know?

I made the bed and realized that I didn’t have any clean panties. This was getting ridiculous. We were spending all of our time together. I needed at least a drawer. He came back in a few minutes with a towel wrapped around his waist and paused to watch me rearrange his things to give myself drawer space. I think the fact that I was still naked made it more interesting for him.

“See something you like, Roth?”

“As a matter of fact … What time are they getting here?”

“In about fifteen minutes, so take down your tent,” I said glancing down it his towel. “I thought you were tired anyway.”

“I’m getting a second wind. Just so you know, after they go, I think I’m going to want to hit that again.”

“I hope that wasn’t foreplay,” I said dryly. “As you can see, I’m giving myself a drawer.”

“Why don’t you just move in?”

That made me pause. He had a point. Why didn’t I just move in? And why did that make me anxious? And why was it that every time I felt anxious lately I got horny? And why was I standing here asking myself all these questions when I could be having sex?

“Okay,” I said resolutely. “I’ll move in. Here. With you.”

“Good idea. I’m glad you suggested it,” he said with a grin.

“Maybe we do have time for a quickie.” I said, openly checking him out.

“I don’t think so.” He looked at me suspiciously. “Are you hormonal or something?”

“You just said you wanted to hit it again.”

“I’m a guy and you’re naked.”

“I’ve been feeling really amorous lately.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“Like I said last night, I think it’s how I react to anxiety about the wedding.”

“Well, at this rate I’m not going to need to hit the gym until after we get married.”

“Speaking of the gym, I had better hit the shower.” As I headed off toward the bathroom, I saw him smile. “What?”

“You’re actually walking a little funny,” he said with a laugh. I rolled my eyes and hobbled out.

I took a quick shower and threw on my clothes, going commando rather than putting on yesterday’s panties. I had just left the bathroom when I heard the door buzzer ring and I went over with Adam to greet his mom and sister. He swung the door open and they came in with big smiles. I smiled back, and for that one second, I felt great. And then I looked up.

Standing in the doorway with an eyebrow cocked at a disapproving angle was the woman who gave birth to me – Judith Steinberg – the Ice Queen.

“Oh. My. God,” was all I could manage.

“An e-mail message?! I find out you’re getting married in an e-mail?”

“We don’t like each other,” I reminded her.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m your mother. I was in labor for twenty-three hours with you.”

“Yeah, but you refused to leave the courtroom for twenty-two of them. You said you wouldn’t push until the jury came in.”

“That didn’t make it less painful. And this is the thanks I get. I give you life and pay for a great education and I find out you’re getting married in an e-mail.”

“Nice to see you too.”

“You didn’t even send it!”

“Yeah, who told you?”

“I did dear,” Mrs. Roth smiled benevolently. “Two young Jewish people are getting married. It’s important that the mothers be involved. It’s cultural.”

“I’m just here so my Mom can remind me that my younger brother is getting married and I’m not even dating anyone seriously,” Abby offered.

Finally, Adam, who had been silent up until that point, spoke up. “There’s too much estrogen in this room for me. I’m going to lay down.”

“You do look tired, honey,” Mrs. Roth said, sounding concerned. “Are pre-wedding jitters keeping you awake?” She looked confused when he just cracked up laughing and headed for the bedroom.

“You flew up here last night?” I asked, turning to my mother. “Where are you staying?”

“I’ll stay at your place.”

“I’m moving! Here! Tonight!” Screw the drawer. You want to talk about anxiety, try living with my mother. Adam might die of exhaustion from all the sex I would need to deal with that.




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