PULL: A PUSH Novella (Love Is Love Book 2)

“It’s called Abre Tus Ojos,” Ryan announces through an unwavering grin.

Greg’s brows zip. “Eat your eyes?”

“Open your eyes,” I scoff. “Jesus, we live in New Mexico.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Bill retorts. “If they’re the King and Queen, then who are you?”

“I don’t know, we’re all knights,” I grumble. “Who cares? I’m trying to tell you about the trip.”

He’s only mastered Papa so far, which is reserved for Ben, and Ma, which is obviously Jess. Though sometimes he says it to me, which I’ll admit, I don’t love.

Hailey rests her head on Oliver’s shoulder. “I hope it works out for them.”

Ryan turns his face to Ben and me, giving us a knowing smile. “Me too.”

I think Ben got over his aversion to Professor Morrison last night, during the party. According to him, they talked, shared a drink, and did some guy bonding or whatever, very different from the bonding Ben did with Ryan last Thanksgiving. The jokes are there, guys. I can’t not make them.

I know Ben had his initial doubts, but the guy is actually super nice. He’s polite, charming, educated… British. I mean, what more could a parent want for their daughter?

Plus, she tried bringing home a boy her own age before, and we all remember how that played out. Forever LOLing.

“I hate both of you,” Ben laughs.

“C.F. didn’t lose his mind,” I mutter to Jess through my massive grin. “I totally thought he would.”

“C.F. is gonna spank your ass tonight, kid,” Ben rumbles, kissing me softly, then grasping Jess’s face to do the same.

“Make sure you record it,” she laughs.

“Uh, we know Tate!” Ben whisper-shouts. “He probably watches gay porn more than he eats!” I can’t help but giggle, covering it up with my fingers on my lips. “Not funny, troublemaker.”

“Baby, I’m sorry,” I mumble and move in closer, brushing his neck with my fingers in a shameless effort to distract him from his anger. “It’s just that it was so hot, and honestly… it’s kind of a fantasy of mine.”

“To make porn?” He growls, narrowing a bristling blue gaze at me.

“Amateur porn,” Jess grins.

He pins her with a look. “You’re not helping.”

“I’m sorry…” Ben blinks. “You said you put that video… the one we made the other day… on the biggest online porn warehouse of all time?”

My blinking becomes rapid, my palms sweating as I nod. “It already has over twenty-thousand views.”

“Most of them were him,” Jess teases, nodding in Tate’s direction.

Ben turns to glare at Tate, “Can you make yourself scarce? This is a family matter.”

“Sure thing...” Tate murmurs, pushing off the wall to leave us, but not without first muttering, “Daddy.” And throwing Ben a wink.

Ben is seething. I can feel it.