But before he finished pulling away, Hope murmured, “Damn. I’m going to miss these lips,” against them. “How long is she staying?”
“I’d assume only tonight since I don’t think she hasclasses tomorrow, but I know she does on Thursday. She’s probably here to work me over for more money.”
“Does she do that often?”
“No. And that’s why I usually give in. If it’s for necessities, that’s one thing, but if it’s for new shoes or a purse, she’s shit out of luck.”
“I don’t blame you.” Hope smacked him on the ass. “Okay, Handsome, let’s go get some grub. My stomach is growling and I’m sure you’re anxious to spend some time with your lovely daughter.”
He was.
Speaking of…
“Hey.” He grabbed her arm and stopped her from heading out of the bedroom. “Make sure Nolan doesn’t stay over at your place all night. Laurel will wonder why he’s not here, especially now that she knows we’re sharing a bed.” And that would spur further questions he wasn’t ready to answer about Hope.
She raised an eyebrow. “You don’t want her to know that we’reallsharing a bed.”
“Does that bother you?”
“Not at all.”
“I just don’t want her to think?—”
Hope raised a palm. “I get it, Handsome.”
Good. Now he could relax and enjoy dinner with his newly expanded family. Because that was what it was beginning to feel like. A patchwork family unit.
Dinner went smoothly,and after eating, they spent an hour hanging out in the lodge where all four of them shared some easy conversation.
Hope was great with Laurel. Thankfully, they seemed to get along just fine. Though, just as he figured, Laurel suspected that Hope was more than simply a friend or a Double D employee.
He’d expected his daughter to drill him about their relationship once Hope and Nolan left for the evening. He was surprised and a bit suspicious when she didn’t.
Once they got back to the cabin, they hung out on the couch, ate some ice cream, and watched a movie together. Something they used to do a lot when she was younger.
His baby girl was growing up too quickly. She would soon be a college grad.
Jesus, that made him feel old.
As well as proud.
Also, just like he used to do when she was a little girl, once the movie was over, Cam tucked her in and pressed a kiss to her forehead before turning out the lights and heading to bed himself.
Unfortunately, sleep did not come.
His thoughts kept drifting to the unknown: what Nolan and Hope were doing without him. It quickly became clear that FOMO—fear of missing out—was a real thing he’d never experienced before.
While Laurel hinted that she guessed that Hope was more than a friend, she never came right out and asked. It could be she expected her father to admit it on his own. Or maybe she thought Nolan didn’t know something was going on between Cam and Hope. Or between Hope and Nolan. When in reality, that could be farther from the truth.
He didn’t want his daughter thinking badly of Hope at all, which could happen. Laurel would always side with her father or Nolan over someone new.
When he forced his eyes closed again, a more erotic movie began to play on the back of his eyelids.
One where a very naked Hope wore a strap-on and was pegging Nolan.
His cock stirred.
No, you horny bastard, you cannot masturbate with your daughter right in the next room.
