Courtney rolled her eyes as Ian sighed.
“I could have told you he was a problem,” he informed her with gentle mockery. “You’ll wish he hadn’t been present when you pulled your little shenanigans last night.”
Satisfaction blazed within her.
“Was I complaining?” she asked, and cuddled closer as she ran her hand down his chest to the early morning erection awaiting her.
Heat filled his expression then. Acceptance.
Her fingers curled around the impressive width, a murmur of pleasure leaving her lips as she began to make her way down, her lips caressing his chest as his hands tangled in her hair.
Not to be outdone, Khalid was joining in the games. She felt his lips at her lower back, his fingers traveling up her thigh.
“She’s tender,” Ian gasped as her teeth rasped his stomach. “Be gentle, Khalid.”
She felt Khalid pause, as though the harsh order were an unusual one.
“Always, Ian,” he promised as his fingers whispered over her wet, swollen pu**y. “As gentle as a spring rain.”
As she neared the delectable erection awaiting her consumption, a loud, furious commotion outside the bedroom door had her eyes widening in alarm.
“I don’t give a goddamn what his orders are, get the hell out of my way!” The harsh order was accompanied by other voices, raised in protest, in alarm.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Ian jumped from the bed, jerking the comforter over her as Khalid followed suit, grabbing at their pants and rushing to dress.
The bedroom door slammed open to reveal her father.
He was furious.
His gray eyes trained on Courtney with narrow-eyed fury, his still muscular body shaking with his anger.
“Daddy, what are you doing?” Shocked, surprised at the rage that seemed to whip through the room, she stared back at him, kneeling in the center of the bed as she held the comforter around her. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
Her mother came around him, obviously upset, her dark eyes meeting Courtney’s in sympathy.
“I’m sorry, darling,” she sighed wearily. “I had no idea where we were going until it was too late, and he stole my cell phone.” She cast her husband a disgruntled look.
“Courtney, get out of here.” Her father’s voice vibrated with his anger.
He looked like a raging bull, his face flushed, his eyes glittering as they trained on Ian.
“Why?” She rose slowly from the bed, careful to keep the blanket around her as she moved to stand in front of Ian.
Unfortunately, Ian wasn’t having it.
“Go to your room, Courtney.” He backed up her father’s order with a gentle demand of his own as he stood carefully distant from her.
“I will not.” She stared between the two men, her brows tightening in a frown as she glared at her father. “You couldn’t have waited until we were at least dressed? Or allowed the butler to inform Ian you were here?”
“And miss this?” His hand swung out to encompass the bedroom as he sneered the question. “Not likely.”
“Miss what?” she snapped back, her own anger brewing now. “What were you missing, Father? Something that was entirely none of your business.”
“Courtney.” Ian stepped closer to her then, drawing her to him as her father clenched his fists, his lips flattening furiously. “Let me handle this.”
“There is nothing to handle.” She shook her head, uncertain, unwilling to leave the room while her father was so furious.
She had rarely seen him so enraged. Each time she had, someone had ended up hurt. Not her or her mother, never anyone undeserving. Until now.