me to give him advice on how to get my girlfriend back? Rubbing my face, I down some of my vodka. I promised Lexi not to tell him, but I can’t sit back and listen to him go on about how amazing she is and how much he wants her back.
“Don’t you think that’s something you should have realised before you cheated?” I snap.
He frowns. “Yes, but I was an idiot. She’s amazing, Dad. So sexy and—” Jealousy roars through me, and it takes all my restraint not to grab him and punch him in his pleading face for talking about her like that. Possessiveness rolls through me, and I grip the glass harder to stop myself from saying something I shouldn’t.
“So, any advice?” he queries, and I realise he’s been talking.
“If she said no, it means no, kid. You had your chance, you messed up,” I reply, probably harsher than I meant to, but I’m trying.
“I just think I could wear her down, you know?” he muses, leaning in.
I snort. “Oh, that’s fucking romantic, you wearing her down? She’s clearly made her decision, you need to respect it, annoying her isn’t the way to go. You need to leave her alone so she can get on with her life without you popping up as a reminder of the pain you put her through.”
He rolls his lips in as if he’s angry and stands. “Great, thanks for the help,” he barks. “Should have known not to come to you,” he mutters, before downing his drink and leaving me there staring after him.
I watch him go as anger, jealousy and guilt consume me until I can’t take it anymore. Tossing back my drink, I leave a generous tip and head back to my car. Once there, I quickly dial her phone, hoping she will be done already.
I need her.
She answers on facetime, clearly in the club’s bathroom where she’s probably getting dressed to go home. I groan. I was going to talk, to ask for her opinion, to let her reassure me…but seeing her, I realise I want something else. I want to see that she’s still mine. Justin’s poisonous words fill my head, coating my brain until all I can think about is proving to him and me that she’s mine.
Only mine.
Never his, not ever again.
She’s my fucking angel.
“Hi, Ty, how was—”
“Lock the door, pants off now,” I order.
She blinks, watching me for a moment, even as I see excitement fill her eyes. The phone is placed down on the counter, and a moment later, I hear the click of the lock before her face comes back on the screen. “Ty?” she asks.
“Is that my name?” I demand.
She shivers, her lips parting on a pant. “No,” she whispers.
“Say it.”
“Daddy,” she purrs.
“Good girl, now show your daddy who you belong to. Let me see that pretty pussy of mine. Touch it,” I instruct, getting comfy in the driver’s seat as I watch my girl.
She licks her lips and then, with a smile, traces her hand down her chest to her breast, squeezing as she tilts the camera to show me. Groaning, I watch as she runs it down her bare stomach and into the tiny little lace thong she’s wearing. She pulls it to the side, showing me her already wet cunt.
“Fuck, Angel,” I groan, my cock jerking in my pants as I watch her, but this isn’t about my pleasure or even hers. It’s about assuring us both that Justin hasn’t gotten between us. That I’m hers and she’s mine.
“Fuck yourself on your fingers, make yourself come as I watch.” She groans and flicks her clit before running her finger down her dripping pussy and slipping it inside.
“Good girl,” I coo. “Fuck, look how wet you are. I can see you clenching around your fingers, baby, it’s so fucking hot. I’m sitting in my goddamn car trying not to explode in my trousers like some kind of kid.”
“Do it,” she murmurs, “and show me. I wish you were here, wish these were your fingers…your tongue or cock. I need it so badly. I was thinking about you before you called, standing in the bathroom where you first fucked me.”
Goddamn. I still remember the way she moaned my name, the first sensation of her tight cunt around my cock, of my wild angel and the ecstasy I found in her arms.
“That’s it, Angel, think of me. When I see you tomorrow, I’ll bury my face between those beautiful thighs for hours.