His Curvy Beauty by Lana Love

Chapter 6

Trevor

Hi, Trevor.” Mandy’s voice is tight when she greets me at the door and it’s obvious something is wrong.

Inside, it’s obvious that there’s something going on with her brother, though he’s grinning.

“So, you’re here to take me grocery shopping?” Mandy says, pulling on her coat. “Let’s get it over with.”

I look at Jimmy, but he keeps on smiling and shrugs, in a don’t argue, man, just do it way. Taking on three-hundred-pound guys on the field is easy compared to being around a woman who’s upset.

“Yeah, I thought we could try and get a jump on the crowds. Seems Jimmy, here,” I smile, trying to inject some levity in the room, “did not stock up before blowing out his shoulder.”

Mandy glares at Jimmy, who’s stretched out on the couch, beer in one hand and remote control resting on his stomach.

“Don’t blame me. I don’t mind all the crowds.”

Something that sounds a lot like whatever comes from Mandy, then she’s quickly walking to the door.

I pause when we get outside. “You want to drive?”

Right now, the main goal is to find out what’s going on and to try fix whatever is wrong.

“Yeah, I’ll drive. Get in.”

Mandy doesn’t speak until we get to the grocery store.

“Look. I’ll admit I need help cooking Christmas dinner. But let’s just stay out of each other’s way, okay?”

“Mandy, what’s wrong?” The vibes she’s sending off are explosive. Whatever is under her skin is deeply under her skin.

“What?” Mandy looks at me and pauses, the look on her face softening just a little. “No, it’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting…any of this. It’s been a hard month. I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?” She doesn’t look fine and knowing her, I don’t believe that she will be anytime soon.

“Yeah. Let’s get going.”

“Alright.That’s everything from my list,” I say, doublechecking the mountain of food in the cart. “Is there anything else you need? Might as well stock up since we’re here.”

“Um, yeah. Hold on. Why don’t you get in line?”

“Sure thing.”

I maneuver toward the snaking lines by the cashiers and let myself feel a little bit of hope. Mandy’s discomfort thawed a little as we shopped and I think this won’t be the most awkward thing I’ve ever done.

It takes longer than a minute for Mandy to return and when she does, her arms are loaded down with boxes and bags of fruit.

“Why didn’t you grab a basket?” I ask, shaking my head as I help her put everything in the cart.

“I didn’t think I would see so much I wanted or that Jimmy probably needs.” There’s a sweet oof to her voice as she drops the last of her last-minute shopping in the cart. It warms my heart that even though she was upset with her brother when I picked her up, she’s still thinking of him and showing how she cares by making sure he has what he needs.

I’m grateful when we make it through the cashier’s line and out to the parking lot without people coming up to talk to me. I don’t mind talking to fans, but all I want right now is to be with Mandy, without being interrupted. I need her to know that she comes first.

I put all the groceries in the trunk while Mandy warms up the car.

“Okay. That’s done.” I close the door behind me, grateful for the warmth of the car.

Mandy’s doesn’t notice as I pull something special out of my pocket.

“Hey. Hold up a sec. There’s something else.”

Mandy’s sigh is irritated and she turns the car off. “What now?”

I pull the mistletoe I bought out of my pocket and place it above our heads.

“This.”

I pull Mandy into a kiss and an erotic charge goes straight to my groin. For a moment, her body is tense, but then her body melts against mine. Her lips are soft and sweet, and I have to restrain myself from just devouring her. Yet when she opens her mouth and her delicious little tongue darts out and touches mine, I let myself go. Weaving my fingers through her silky auburn hair, I hold her tightly and plunge my tongue deeper into her mouth. Mandy moans and kisses me back fiercely.

It feels like being a teenager again, making out in a car. This is exactly how I wish it had been between us in high school, if only I hadn’t been such an idiot and scared of her brother. I haven’t felt awkward about a woman in a very long time. Though when the woman is your best friend’s little sister, you can’t help but be nervous.

I lower one of my hands to inside of her coat and she pushes her breast into my hand. Even her thick sweater can’t hide how exquisitely hard her nipple is under my fingers.

“We should—”

A sharp honking interrupts us and we look up to see a driver glaring at us, aggressively motioning in a “get out or get moving because I want your parking spot” way.

“We should get home, yes.” Mandy’s voice and hands tremble.

As I put my hand on hers as she starts the car, the smile she gives me lets me know it was worth it to her, too.

This is going to be the best Christmas ever.