so disgusting.”
She pulls away so she can make sure I get the full effect of her eye roll. I laugh as I attack her neck again, grinding against her, wishing we weren’t wearing so many clothes. Now that she’s safely on the pill, I fill her up with lots of cum to make up for time lost.
She calls me a caveman.
I call her mine.
Our mouths meet for another kiss when someone bangs on the front door. I release Winter and frown.
“You expecting anyone?” I ask.
Callie’s off with Landon and she doesn’t knock.
“No. Were you?”
“Nope.” I peck her lips and then release her. “Stay here. I’ll be right back to finish this.”
She grins at me and I burn that smile into my brain for later when I’m lying in the dark with that gorgeous girl wrapped around me, always dreaming of her. The person bangs on the door again and I scowl. I hate visitors. I flip the lock and swing the door open. I’m stunned silent as I gape into her brown eyes. But these brown eyes belong to him. The one who betrayed me.
Tony Burke.
My hands curl into fists and I glower at him. “Leave.”
His jaw clenches and he looks past me, trying to peer into my condo. “Where is she? Where is my daughter?” he demands. He starts past me, but I block the doorway.
“She’s been gone for weeks,” I bite out icily. “Weeks and you’ve just now decided to come see if she’s okay?” Emailing me or sending his cunt wife to my office to do his dirty work isn’t good enough.
Shame flickers in his eyes. “I just want to talk to her.”
The fire that used to burn inside me whenever I had to see this fuck’s face is no longer raging inside of me. It would feel good, sure, to crush him with the fact I’m sleeping with his daughter. I’d love to see the infuriated way his eyes flare as he realizes I fucked him back.
But then I think of her.
It would cause unnecessary heartache and stress for Winter. I watched for weeks leading up to winter break as she slaved over her books, studying her ass off. Once her break started, she began to relax and let loose. The poor girl has been stressed beyond belief. I’ll be damned if I bring more strife her way.
“No,” I say. “Leave.”
“But she’s my little girl,” he rasps out pathetically. I see it in his eyes. He knows I’m not just fucking her, I’m loving her. I’m taking care of her in a way he’ll never be able to. In a way he gave up when he sent her away.
“She’s not little anymore. She’s a brilliant, strong woman. If she wants to talk to you, she’ll come to you. I’ll tell her you stopped by.” I start to close the door, but he stops it with his foot.
Her voice rings out as she sings loudly to “The Joker” by the Steve Miller Band. My girl loves her classic rock. That voice of hers won’t be winning any American Idol shows, but it wins my heart every goddamn time.
“Tell her I’m sorry.” He swallows. “And, for what it’s worth, thanks for taking care of her.”
“I always will.” With those words, I shut the door in his face. I lock it and then prowl after my woman. She’s standing at the oven, pulling out a new batch of cookies. These aren’t burnt. I love how tenacious she is about everything in life. Eager to master it all. Even something as simple as cooking.
“Time to get ready,” I rumble as I step behind her once she’s closed the oven.
She rubs her ass against my cock through my sweats as she uses a spatula to put the cookies on a plate. “Ready for what?”
I hug her from behind and bury my nose in her hair. “For more.”
“More of us?”
“I’m greedy,” I tell her, my voice husky with need.
She pushes me back with her butt and then grabs my hand. “Lead the way.”
With a grin, I pounce on her and throw her tiny ass over my shoulder.
“August!” she bellows, slapping my ass. “Put me down!”
“Never, baby.”
I stalk through the condo and carry her to our room we now share. Like she’s a sack of potatoes, I toss her on the bed, loving the mean scowl she gives me. It doesn’t scare me away. It makes me fucking laugh. She shoots me the bird as I peel off my T-shirt. Her anger bleeds