“A cabin?” he repeated. “Where at?”
“About two hours from the city. Me and my… uh…” I glanced at Woods, smirking. “My friend set it up.”
Woods side-eyed me immediately. “Yourman,” he said, low but clear, voice full of sleep and bass.
I damn near choked trying not to laugh. There was a short pause on the phone, and then my dad chuckled. “Well, alright then. I can appreciate a man who knows the role he plays.”
I turned my face to the window, smiling. “Daddy, this is Quamaine.”
“Nice to meet you, sir,” Woods said, respectful but still sounding like himself.
“Same to you,” my dad replied. “ How long y’all been rocking?”
I answered before Woods could. “It’s… a long story. We’ll talk and catch up tomorrow.”
“Mmhm,” he said like he knew what time it was.
“So you’ll come?”
“I’ll come, baby girl.”
I smiled, warmth blooming in my chest. “Perfect. See you tomorrow. Love you.”
“Love you too. Be safe.”
I ended the call and set the phone in my lap, still smiling when I glanced over at Woods. He was quiet with one hand on the wheel while the other rested on his thigh. We pulled up to a red light, and that’s when he turned his head toward me slightly, his voice low and steady.
“Don’t ever call me your friend again.” His tone wasn’t mad. Just firm with that BDE stamped all over it.
I leaned in, soft smirk playing on my lips as I kissed him slowly, just enough to tease. “Yes, daddy,” I whispered against his mouth.
Woods tilted his head back, gripping his dick through his grey sweatpants. “Autumn, don’t make me pull this muthafucka over.”
I laughed and gently swatted his arm. “Drive, nasty! We got shit to do.” He eased his foot onto the gas when the light turned green, but the smirk tugging at his lips said everything. He was daddy alright. In the passenger seat, I was bouncing to the music, happy as hell.
“You really in here dancin’ over a sandwich, huh?” he asked, glancing my way.
“Don’t do that,” I said. “This isn’tjusta sandwich. It’stheesandwich.”
He chuckled low. “You easy as hell to please.”
“Sometimes. Feed me, and Imightact right all the time.”
He looked over. “Might, huh?”
I winked. “Might.”
He shook his head, laughing as we pulled into the drive-through of Gino’s Bagels. “Let me see what this shit hittin’ on.”
“You’ll thank me later. I promise.”
???
T h i r t ym i n u t e sl a t e r, Woods parked right in front of the store, ignoring the “compact cars only” sign like it didn’t apply to his big, black truck. I didn’t even bother saying anything because that’s the thing with Woods—he did whatever he wanted and dared the world to tell him no.
I stepped out, snowflakes catching on my lashes as I adjusted my beanie. I’d given myself a quick wash, blow dry, andsomewhat of a silk press earlier, but the way this weather was set up, I wasn’t expecting it to last.
Woods came around the truck, palm automatically finding the small of my back, guiding me toward the grocery entrance. Every little gesture felt natural again, like we hadn’t just spent the last few weeks apart. Like I hadn’t been dodging him and hiding a baby. But anyway…
