The ride to the Home Depot isn’t long, and it’s filled with thoughts of her. How I wanted to get inside her sweet body. It had been a struggle to keep my hands off her while we’d been in the hotel. Sleeping next to her, my cock ached and strained with need. The only release I allowed myself was when I palmed my cock in the shower, imagining it was her mouth.
Even now, just thinking about her, my cock comes to life, bulging against the zipper of my slacks.
I pull into the lot, spotting the SUV, and the back hatch was open where Emerie was loading in bags and a huge ass box by herself.
What the fuck?
I park in the spot right next to her, her eyes coming to me as I open the door and get out.
“Hey,” she calls, one brow cocked.
“What are you doing?” I demand, rounding the back of my car.
Emerie rolls her eyes and goes back to loading the back of the SUV. “What’s it look like I’m doing?”
Spotting the large ass box, I see it’s a fucking Christmas tree.
“We don’t need all this shit at the house,” I tell her, gritting my teeth.
“Ugh, you might not,” she says, rolling her eyes, “but I do.”
Looking in the back of the SUV, I see there are other boxes in there already. I grit my teeth at the sight of outside decorations. There are a lot of them.
“If I’m going to live in your house, I’m going to decorate for Christmas. I love Christmas. Everything about it. But I love seeing homes lit up at night. So, I want to be able to do it where I now live as well.”
I let out a heavy breath and shake my head. I fucking hate Christmas and everything it entails.
“How did you pay for it all?” I demand.
Again, she rolls her eyes. “I used my money.”
Shaking my head, I take the tree box and shove it in the back of the SUV.
“Hey,” Emerie whisper-shouts. “Be careful with that.”
Now, it’s me who wants to roll my eyes.
Once I have the box fully in with the rest, I close the back hatch, turn to Emerie, and pull her flush in my space. “Next time you want to go on some spending spree, you don’t use Daddy’s money.” I let her go. “You going home now?”
“I was going to go get something for dinner.”
Nodding, I straighten. I want her at home, especially while I’m dealing with work, but I don’t like the idea of her eating alone either. “I’ll join you.”
Emerie’s eyes narrow, and she cocks her head. “How did you find me?”
I shrug, allowing the lie to spill from my tongue easily. “Was passing through and saw you.”
“That’s a lie and you know it,” she snaps, calling my bullshit. “You found I was here somehow, and it wasn’t by passing by the flipping hardware store. So, what? You have someone watching me? Tracker in my phone?”
I did have a tracker in her phone, but I wasn’t telling her that. It’d be easier to tell her about the car.
“All of my cars have a tracking device on them,” I clarify. “I finished with one of the things I had to do for Grant and was getting ready to head for the next when I checked to see where you were and decided to see what the fuck you’re doing coming here.”
“Well, as you can see, I was getting decorations. Now, I’m going to get food, then going home to start.”
“Right.” I nod. “Let’s go eat then. I’ll follow you.”
“You don’t have to. If you have things to do, then go get them done. I don’t need a babysitter.” She huffs, takes the handle of the cart, and walks it across the lot to one of the holders you put those damn things in.
