True Intention

Ch 30🌶️- Meeting our boy's parents...

Naomi POV

As we drove the four hours to Ren's home, I thought it was interesting that we had grown up so close.

Only two cities away. During our drive along I-90, we listened to a variety of music, exploring what we liked and tolerated. I leaned a bit more electronic and preferred stuff that made me want to move. I wasn't hard core stuck in any one genre though. Ren definitely liked a more raw, organic sound, along alternative and metal lines. We had fun singing the songs we knew and talking about all kinds of random topics in between.

We both found equal enthusiasm for Fferyllt, Celldweller (well pretty much all of Klayton's projects), and KMFDM.

We'd hit up McDonald's as we left around nine-thirty AM for breakfast, then stopped in Ellensburg, roughly half way there- about one PM, and had lunch at Ellensburg Pasta Company. I had the Creamy Pesto Chicken because I just had to order the thing with artichoke hearts. Ren got the Meat Lover's Pasta. We almost got an order of Cheesy Bread because it looked damn good, but we didn't want to get too sleepy during the rest of the drive. Pasta will do that by itself. Definitely where I hoped we might stop on the way back.

We talked about a variety of things, some we'd already discussed, like our birthdays, other things were new, like what kind of parents we wanted to be. It was good that we aligned on most of the truly important stuff, and only had minor disagreements on things like who our favorite painters were, or what the best pets were. I wanted a cat, and Ren had scrunched his nose up until I showed him a picture of a Maine Coon.

When he aww'd at one with blue eyes, I knew he was sold.

As we approached Ren's home in Covington, WA, I was increasingly nervous. Not that I'd ever had a problem with adults. I had never been introduced as a girlfriend before, and as you all know, there are plenty of times when that goes badly. Not to mention we already had matching tattoos! Things were moving pretty damn fast. Around four pm, we rolled up to his house, which wasn't especially imposing. Looked like a single-story brick house with a double-door entry. The drive was circular and held at least five other cars. We parked and pulled our suitcases along to the front door. Ren knocked, and in less than thirty seconds it was enthusiastically whipped open by a tiny blonde woman with green eyes. Since he had not mentioned a sister and the resemblance was uncanny, I'm assuming this was his mother.

She did not look old enough to have fully grown children.

"Renji! My baby!" She shrieked excitedly as she pulled him into a hug. He huffed but returned the embrace like a good son. Her twinkling eyes turned to me. "This must be Naomi! I'm Claudia!" She looked me up and down, and seemed very pleased. She gave Ren a sly smirk and nudged him with her elbow. "You just had to get yourself the most beautiful girl on campus, didn't you?" He blushed sheepishly. "Well, let's bring you in and you can give her a tour, Renji." When I tossed a look his way, he grimaced.

"My mom is a closet Bleach fan." He whispered. Oh. Wow. I smirked and he narrowed his eyes at me. "Babe, I love you, please don't call me that." He begged.

"What happened to call me whatever you want, babe?" I said, mimicking the seductive tone he'd used on me. He sighed, "I'm just kidding. I'll only use it when I really, really want something, okay?"

"Just not in the bedroom, ever, okay? I don't want to think of my mom in that context." He pleaded, and I nodded. Totally on board with keeping thoughts of the parental units out of the bedroom. That would just be weird as f**k.

The interior of the house showed it was an accurately restored mid-century modern masterpiece. It was huge. You'd never have guessed from the outside. The entry had a vaulted ceiling that led onto a short sort of balcony overlooking an expansive lounge area with a rock wall complete with fireplace. The rock wall was to the left when you went down the short set of balcony stairs, which faced a wall of floor to ceiling windows. The furniture was modern and deep teal with coral and red accents. On the walls were prints that were Art Deco in coordinating colors.

To the left was a raised reading area complete with built-in shelving. All the wood of the house and the furniture was dark oak. I could see a deck outside the windows, and a slider on both the lounge and reading area levels. The reading area had a buttery soft dark brown leather sofa with a matching ottoman that doubled as a coffee table. A few extra soft fleecy throws in marled ivory were tossed on the couch. The entryways between each room were brick archways. At the back of the reading area there was an entry into the kitchen.

The kitchen area included a large dining area to one side, and all of the cabinetry was in the same dark oak. The dining set was modern dark wood and seated ten, with red upholstered seating. Two of the walls that made up the dining area were painted a light coral. The prints on the walls were Japanese restaurant prints. One wall of the kitchen and dining area was made of brick as well. The kitchen had been modernized in terms of stainless steel appliances and white marble countertops. There was a cooking island that had a breakfast bar long enough to seat six. The decorations in the kitchen and dining area were in shades of red and turquoise.

The bathrooms had an abundance of wood walls that been renovated to match the style of the home, and yet were fresh and new. The daylight basement held one of those entertainment areas with a pool table, complete with a bar and stools in more of the same dark wood. A large flatscreen sat in one corner with another two dark brown leather couches, and several different game consoles. They even had a hot tub on the wide covered porch, and an indoor pool. The place was awesome. They don't make houses like this anymore.

Or, they gut them instead of renovate. I love houses that are unique.

Soren took me to his bedroom, which was on the lower level, down the hall from the massive entertainment area. It was the only bedroom on the basement level, which made my cheeks flush slightly. He had a large bedroom with an en-suite bedroom and one side of the room had built-in shelving and drawers. He had a king-sized bed, of course and winked at me when my eyes landed on it. Our dorms had full-sized beds, so this would give us plenty of space. I could starfish on one side and he'd have no idea. The room was decorated in more dark wood, with shades of dark gray, black, and taupe. Behind his bed was a massive mural that he had painted of a dark forest with a dragon winding its way through the trees.

I tried to keep his hands off of me, but failed to stop him from taking me against the wall when he reminded me that his mom put us together, knowing we were a couple. I had tried to protest and say I wanted to respect them, but he'd said if that were the case, I should do what his mom hopes I would, and take care of his every need.

Sneaky.

At dinner, I was introduced to Ren's father, Slater, his mom's mom Theresa, and his dad's dad Garrett. I also met his eldest brother Kyle and his wife Miranda, and their three-year-old son Gregory. Lastly, I met the middle brother Ben and his wife Kelly, and their three-year-old son Michael. They were all jovial and kind, teasing Ren about finally bringing a girl home. By the time dinner was finished, I was completely at ease. For the next couple days we ate, played, swam, and laughed.

Despite the fact that I was little uncomfortable making love as a guest, the knowing and absolutely thrilled looks his mom shot at me let me know it was totally fine. Almost as if she would have been offended if I hadn't let him fill my body with him, regularly. He even managed to catch me in the hot tub alone and f****d me vigorously there.

Insatiable!

Thanksgiving dinner was delicious, as Claudia was a great cook. There was a golden-roasted turkey with a delicious herb crust, garlic mashed potatoes, homemade rolls, green bean casserole (though Claudia said nothing canned, but I didn't really get that part at first, she had to explain the difference), gravy, glazed carrots, candied sweet potatoes with praline topping, and both pumpkin and pecan pies. All of it from scratch!

Asmuch as you heard about horrible Thanksgiving cooking, this was definitely not it.

She and Slater insisted I call them Mom and Dad. It was difficult, but I managed to let it roll off my tongue by the end of our nearly two-week stay. Ren's brothers seemed nice, and were a bit older than both of us. The kids were pretty sweet, and didn't fight or scream like I'd thought they might.

I still tried to resist Ren's near hourly need to join our bodies, not wanting to get caught in the act, at least. Ren had pouted, of course.

As a compromise, I told him I'd make it up to him once we got home. You'd think I asked him to be celibate for twenty years instead of a few hours. The man was voracious for my body, I swear. Not that I didn't want him. It was far more difficult to say no than one would hope, but I figure that's just a sign of our affection. I was thankful that he respected me and his parents enough to dial it back a little bit.

Maybe it was my fault for letting him pretty much take me anywhere he felt the urge back at school. It's just... I always wanted him just as much. One touch and I wanted him desperately.

The Sunday after Thanksgiving, we drove back, and did indeed stop back at the same Italian place on the way back. We split the Cheesy Bread and Chicken Parmigiana, mostly to prevent eating too heavily. There wasn't going to be any sleeping allowed when we got back, that much I knew.

Ren didn't even bother grabbing our bags before dragging my ass upstairs and tossing me on my bed, stripping off my clothes as his mouth plundered mine. I'm actually surprised he didn't pull over and try to f**k me in the woods, given how desperate he seemed to get inside me.

When I went to put my mouth on his glorious c**k, he shook his head, eyes intense as he pushed me back and spread my legs wide and dragged my hips up his kneeling legs, plunging forward aggressively in one one stroke. I was already panting, struggling to catch up with the sensations he was causing throughout my body. His pace was hard and fast, his fingers fiddling with my n****e piercings as he looked down at me.

After pushing me into two orgasms, he leaned down and slid me back to make love slowly.

"Mine, Naomi." He whispered.

I barely slept that first night back.

What did I say... insatiable!