Characters: Actor Chris Evans, OFC Kayla Brooks, Scott Evans, Lisa Evans

Warnings: Sexual references, language

Chapter 15

“Chris, would you stop pacing? You’re driving me up the fucking wall.” Kayla tapped her foot impatiently as she watched her boyfriend practically carve a hole in the floor of the living room.

He stopped and gave her a grave look. “Seriously Kayla, please tell me you’re not going to lead with that language when you meet my mom.” Chris was visibly nervous waiting for his mother to arrive from the airport.

“Jesus Chris. I am who I am. It’s the reason you like me remember? So just fucking deal with it motherfucker.” She added the expletive just to annoy him then flipped him off and smiled.

He tried to hold back a laugh then picked her up in his arms and swung her around. “What am I gonna do with you little Miss Sassy Pants?”

“I can think of a few things but I don’t think we have enough time to properly explore those options.” She placed soft kisses from his earlobes down his neck to his collarbone, flicking her tongue out to lick the inky writing of his tattoo.

“You’re not helping.” He growled and moved his fingers under her shirt, exploring the soft skin of her back. He flicked her bra open with one hand and moved the other underneath the flimsy material to cup her soft supple breast. She moaned and bit down into the sensitive skin of his neck.

Her lips sought out his mouth as her hands moved down his sides, greedily searching for his growing length in the front of his jeans. She rubbed roughly against the denim and was rewarded with both of his hands on her breasts kneading the flesh and pinching her nipples between his fingers.

Unbuttoning his jeans she swiftly pulled the zipper down and slipped her hand underneath the band of his Calvins. At the feel of her touch against his bare skin he groaned and moved his own hands to her waistband, slipping them inside to caress the curve of her ass. He felt heat coursing through his body.

“Hey guys, we’re here.” Scott’s voice rang out in the foyer and startled Kayla. She bit down on Chris’ lip, drawing blood.

“Ouch.” He tried to keep his voice quiet as he repositioned his hard cock and fastened his jeans then helped straighten Kayla’s shirt while she fumbled with her bra. Scott had picked their mother up from the airport and he and Lisa were just turning the corner as Chris wiped the blood from his lip and Kayla brushed her fingers through her hair.

“Scott, I thought you were going to call when you were almost here.” Chris barked out and gave him an accusing look then walked to greet his mother with a sweet smile on his face. “Hi Mom, how was your flight?” He hugged her, holding her just slightly away from his body and kissed her cheek.

Scott gave Chris an innocent look. “Oh right. Oops, my bad. No harm though right, we didn’t interrupt anything?”

While Lisa’s back was to her Kayla stuck her tongue out at Scott who returned the gesture playfully. Chris pulled Kayla to his side. “Mom, this is Kayla.” Chris didn’t know why his heart was beating so fast. In the past when he introduced women to his mother he had never been this nervous.

Kayla beamed and extended her hand. “Mrs. Evans, it’s very nice to finally meet you. Chris talks about you all the time. It’s refreshing to meet a man who respects and gets along so well with his mother.”

“Please dear, call me Lisa. He speaks very highly of you as well. I haven’t seen Chris this worked up about a woman in a long time. I like it. You seem to be quite special to him.” Lisa was saying all the right things but the therapist in Kayla had doubts about the truth behind them. She had a feeling in her gut that there would be a very long serious talk in their future. Lisa continued, “And to be honest we all like that Chris found someone who won’t treat him like a superstar.”

“Ma’am, please don’t be offended by this but I don’t take any bullshit from Chris. I don’t care who he is in Hollywood, or Boston or anywhere else, to me he’s just another guy and I don’t give him any special treatment.” Lisa smiled and Chris nodded his head in agreement.

“If I didn’t know better I’d think she was Italian with her attitude, but she definitely has the Irish in her Ma. She keeps me in line.” Chris hugged Kayla tightly to his side and kissed the top of her head.

Scott interrupted with a loud cough. “Excuse me, in case you forgot I’m still here.”

Lisa sighed. “You don’t always have to be the center of attention Scott. Chris, you and your brother go get my bags from the car and bring them inside. Kayla and I will get settled in the kitchen with some drinks.” Lisa knew how to take charge. Kayla liked that.

The two women walked to the kitchen where Kayla offered Lisa a glass of sweet tea. Lisa took a sip and was surprised by the combination of the sugary sweetness and the slight bitterness of the tea. “It’s a staple in the south.” Kayla giggled, describing being knee-high to her mother learning how to make the popular beverage. “I think it’s the first thing my mama taught me to make. Of course it’s not a southern kitchen without sweet tea.”

Lisa’s smile turned serious. “Chris told me about the incident with the paparazzi in the parking lot. He said you didn’t handle it very well.” Lisa spoke quietly but in a tone that conveyed support to Kayla.

“Um, yeah, about that.” Kayla’s head dropped a little and she struggled for words, not a usual occurrence for her.

Lisa put her hand on Kayla’s and tried to reassure her. “It happens to all of us. Even me, even his sisters. It’s a hazard of the job with him. You just have to figure out how to deal with it.”

Lisa could see the doubt in Kayla’s eyes. “I want to be with Chris. I really want to be with him. But I’m not good at playing this game. I like my privacy. I’m just now coming to terms with the loss of my husband. If they find out I’m dating Chris what if they try to dredge that up? I don’t know if I can live through that again.” Kayla fidgeted with her fingers, picking at the cuticles.

“I can’t imagine what it must have been like for you to have lost your husband like that. And at such a young age. But I know that Chris will protect you like a mama bear protects her cubs.” Lisa’s eyes connected with Kayla’s. “My son cares about you. He will do everything in his power to not let anyone or anything hurt you. You should know that all he talks about is you.”

Kayla’s face flushed and she smiled weakly. “Even if we get past that hurdle I’m not exactly red carpet material. My mouth constantly gets me in trouble. Sometimes the language I use, it’s not exactly lady like if you know what I mean. I know that probably won’t reflect well on Chris.”

Lisa laughed. “Chris has some pretty salty language of his own so I wouldn’t worry too much about that. If you’re worried about cursing well, you’ll fit right in with the family. It is Boston after all. And I’d be happy to teach you to curse in Italian.”

Chris and Scott walked in to the kitchen to find Kayla and Lisa sitting at the kitchen island drinking sweet tea and laughing. Chris eyed them warily. “Ladies.” They broke into a fit of laughter. “Oh God, what has she been telling you mom?” Another round of laughter lit up the room.

Kayla stood and wrapped her arms around Chris’ waist. “Just a little girl talk, that’s all.”

He kissed her cheek. “Babe with you it’s never just a little girl talk. When’s dinner?”

Scott interjected “Yeah, it smells good and I’m starving. What did you make tonight Kayla?” He lifted the lid of the pot on the stove, releasing a swirl of steam.

“Seafood gumbo. It’s my mom’s recipe.” Kayla playfully pushed Scott out of the way and stirred the dark brown mixture, turning to Lisa. “Dad’s from Texas but mom was born in Louisiana. She taught me to cook.”

“Kayla is an awesome cook. Thank God or I would never come over to Chris’ house.” Scott said as he grabbed a beer from the fridge, offering one to Chris as well.

“First bro, you don’t need to come over all that often.” Chris grabbed the beer and took a long sip. “Second, I could probably cook if I needed to.”

Kayla turned and made the scrunchy look with her face. “No. No, I don’t think you could. Or should.” She stirred the gumbo and replaced the lid then picked up her tea and faced Lisa. “I’ve learned that Chris doesn’t go near the kitchen if you want the food edible.”

Lisa’s laughter echoed through the high ceilings. “I think she has your number son.”