Page 122 of Wrecked

We look at each other and nod.

Adam continues to shake Parker’s hand. From the look on Parker’s face, Adam’s grip is a tad tighter than he prefers.

“I can see you’re a man of physical strength. Have you considered meditating? Ems and I have just started. In Tibet, I prayed with a Buddhist monk. Dharma is the ultimate protection.”

Adam releases his grasp, and Parker grabs his palm and rubs it down.

I pull Adam away, toward the lady fanning herself, and I’m pretty sure it’s not from the heat.

“Adam, this is my grandmother.”

He leans in and shakes her hand. “I remember you. How can I forget a woman who likes to break the rules?”

He gives her a kiss on her cheek, and she fans herself some more.

“Chain him to the bed, Leah,” she says. “Cuff him, and don’t let him out of your sight for the next fifty years.”

I would think he’d be mortified by her comment, but he just grins.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Paige. I have the cuffs in my pocket, and I’ll gladly chain myself.”

Grandma takes a swig of her Tom Collins. “I want stories. And great-grandchildren. I don’t care which comes first.”

I pull Adam away. “We’re getting a bit ahead of ourselves. Adam, do you want—”

“Evening, everyone. Has anyone seen my sunglasses?” Luke announces as he walks onto the deck. He’s wearing his red Speedo, a pink feather boa, a latex swim cap, and ski boots. His feet make a loud thumping sound as he walks over to the patio table where he puts his leg up on the chair and holds his hand out to Parker. “Wonderful seeing you today!”

Emma’s head falls into her hands as she laughs uncontrollably. Parker, on the other hand, moves back in disgust.

“Honey, is he ill?” he asks Emma.

She swats him away and continues to laugh.

“Luke, put some clothes on,” my mom says to him. “I have a blazer in my closet that will go great with that outfit.”

Parker rolls his eyes at the loony bin that is my family. I look over at Adam and see his head barreled back in laughter. He doesn’t just get me. He gets us.

I pull on his arm. “Come on. We have time before dinner.”

He follows me across the backyard to the tree with a rope ladder hanging from it. We climb up, and when we’re safely on the wooden floor of the tree house, I pull the rope ladder up.

“You don’t want me escaping?” he asks with his head ducked down to keep from hitting it on the short roof.

I watch as he takes a seat against the wall. His one leg is bent, and the other is stretched out long across the space.

“I don’t want anyone coming up.”

He raises a brow. “Why wouldn’t you want anyone coming up here?”

I lift my T-shirt over my head. “Because I’m about to provide you with some much-needed pain distraction.”

Onyx eyes glisten with anticipation. “Your family will be able to hear.”

“Then, you’d better be very quiet,” I say, shimmying out of my shorts. Wearing just a bra, I crawl over to him and start unbuckling his pants.

“Are you trying to corrupt me?” he asks as I slide his shorts and boxers down just enough to free his very hard shaft from his pants.

I pump him in my hand as he takes off his T-shirt. He winces as he twists his body in the wrong direction, causing him pain. I lean forward and try to kiss away the hurt. It seems to be working because he’s falling into my kiss. His hand pulls my head in, and his other cups my breast.