I try to wriggle, shove, push, pull but the man is such afucking force that nothing breaks him. I’m like a feather to him. “You are fun…” I clamp my fingers around his nose for a few seconds and release him, “When you suck my clit.”
“Touché.” He smacks my ass. “I’m proud of you and this ass is mine.”
That makes me melt and swoon and what the fuck is happening to me around him lately?
“I don’t belong to you.” Because I don’t want to get my hopes up.
“Ouch, you can try to be a little more subtle with my heart.”
As long as you don’t break mine.
“I brought you a present,” he announces as we enter the convenience store.
“Look at you, sweetie, I knew you would love it here.” Dad’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts about Meadow as I lift my head and stare at him.
“Raise hell,” Dad starts.
“And take matters into your own hands,” Meadow finishes his words.
“Come here you two and give this old man a hug.” Dad motions for us to come with his hands.
“You’re not old,” we both say together as the soles of my shoes collide with the polished floor and Meadow gives me this look as if I read his mind or something.
I run to his arms and squeeze him tightly. “What are you doing here? How?” surprise fills my voice and casts my features.
“A little bird told me I should come,” he explains and Iimmediately catch Milo’s eyes.
“Thank you,” I mouth.
“It wasn’t me,” he mouths back, nods sideways, and shrugs which makes my face screw in question.
Then who?
I pull away from Dad. “Who’s the bird?” I question in a serious tone.
“Come here, kid,” he calls Meadow who instantly grabs him and hugs him the same way I did. My face softens and a lump forms in my throat.
He did this for me?
“You raised one hell of a daughter, Papa Wilder.”
Papa Wilder?
“I knew you two would get along,” Dad taps on his shoulder.
“You have no idea,” I say in a clipped tone, sighing.
“I know only two weeks are left but I’m here to stay and next year I’m coming back to enjoy the summer with my family and friends,” he looks at all of us one by one.
“Well, I got a case of beer,” Milo shoots him a knowing grin, “Meet you at the back.”
I utter before he goes. “You have fun, I have work.”
“Okay, sweetie! I’ll swing by later.”
“Love you, Dad.”
“Love you too,” he winks at me and walks after Milo and Donna to the back.
