Free The Weekend Girlfriend by Emily Walters

over that gorgeous chest of his. “Let me,” I said softly, pushing his hands away. “I was beginning to think we weren’t going to make dinner.”
     
    “If I knew we could get away with it, I would be taking that skirt off,” he replied as I pushed the buttons through the holes, a shiver slicing through me as he cupped my cheek.
     
    “Come on, bad boy,” I smiled, removing his hand to place it in mine. “It’s showtime.” I turned toward the door and Kyle pulled me back against him, taking my hands in his.
     
    “Listen, Jess,” he began, his eyes growing soft as he searched mine. “I just wanted to thank you for doing this with me. I can’t think of anyone else that could handle it as well as you are nor would I want anyone else by my side.”
     
    “Don’t worry,” I said, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. “I won’t embarrass you. I’ve been dealing with you for years. Your family won’t be that difficult.” Kyle let out a strangled laugh and released me, pulling me toward the door.
     
    I rolled my eyes as I allowed him to drag me down the stairs, my heart giddy in my chest. He had given me slow, sweet torture on the floor, the bed, and in the shower since we had arrived in his bedroom a few hours ago, so much that I knew I would ache in the morning from all of this extracurricular activity. There had been no words yet I could feel through his touch, knowing I was losing every inch of my heart with each one. We had explored each other lazily during that time and I felt comfortable under his intense gaze, no secrets left between us. I knew him more intimately than anyone else and even so, I knew he wouldn’t be mine in the long run.
     
    Kyle guided us to the dining room, where a long table laden with delicate china was already set up. Everyone was already seated when we entered, rising as Kyle drew up short.
     
    “Son,” a large, bulky man with salt and pepper hair acknowledged Kyle from the head of the table.
     
    “Father,” Kyle said evenly, pulling me into the enclosure of his arms. I could feel the tension in his grasp and tried to put on the bravest smile I could muster. “This is Jessica. Jessica, this is my father Brent, my sister Nicole, and her fiancé Reese.”
     
    I smiled at the dark-haired woman who resembled Kyle with her features, sitting next to a man who could be described as an all American football type jock with slick blond hair and a warm expression  that immediately made me feel at least like I had an ally in the room. Kyle’s sister nodded in my direction, a small smile on her face as she looked me over in the circle of her brother’s arms.
     
    “And you remember Danielle, Kyle.” His mother smiled, nodding to the redhead at the end of the table.
     
    Kyle’s arms dropped immediately as I felt him stiffen, then my own body react jealousy as I recognized her as being the same woman I had seen him with a few days prior. It was like a cold dunking when you least expected it.
     
    “Kyle,” she purred, her cultured voice matching the perfection of her makeup and clothing. “So good to see you again.”
     
    “Danielle,” Kyle said flatly.
     
    “Danielle is staying with us for the wedding,” Julia replied, looking at the woman warmly. “She is between assignments right now.”
     
    “I am a flight attendant,” Danielle explained, apparently to just me since everyone else in the room must be aware of her job. “My next turn is in Europe next week.”
     
    Kyle said nothing as he motioned for us to sit, me beside his sister and he beside Danielle. I tried my best to keep my smile as I noted the seating arrangement and the exchange passed between Kyle’s parents as they viewed their son and Danielle together. It was obvious she was their choice for their son. Hell, I wasn’t who I would have chosen for their son. The question was still up in the air on why they had been together just a few days ago, given his reaction to her.
     
    Thankfully, the food