I kept his cock warm as he drove over back roads I knew so well that I didn’t even have to look up to know where we were. We were almost to a place we sometimes parked when T’s jeans started vibrating right beside my face.
I grunted at the intrusion but made no move whatsoever to fish the ringing phone out of his pocket.
Go away.
His arm lifted, and I wrinkled my nose. “It’s Travis,” he said after glancing at the smartwatch around his wrist.
I pulled off and watched his hips lift so he could grab his phone. Before answering, he glanced at me and laughed under his breath. “You look drunk.”
“I like your dick.”
“Come back over here and get it.”
I glanced at the phone lit up with Trav’s name. “Our son is calling.”
“I won’t tell if you won’t.”
What a perv.
I must really like pervs, though, because I dove back into his lap as though I were starved.
My lips were sliding down over him when he accepted the call.
“Hey, Trav.”
A few moments later, T’s body went rigid beneath me. “What?”
I paused and strained to listen but couldn’t make out what he was saying.
If Trent was rigid before, he was now stone. His entire frame coiled with tension that no man could withstand for long. “Where are you?” he demanded. His low swears filled the interior of the fastback. “Put her on,” he said, gruff.
I sat up, mouth dry and eyes wide at his thunderous expression and tight grip on the steering wheel.
The second Andi came on the line, he exhaled as if trying to bring his level of rage down to something manageable. “Hey, peanut,” he said, voice much softer than everything else about him. “What’s going on?”
I heard the sound of our daughter’s voice over the line, not hearing her words but understanding immediately that something was wrong.
“T,” I said, worry shattering my mellow mood.
He made a sound. “Okay, baby girl. We’re coming home right now.” Pause. “Promise. I’m coming right now.”
She said something else.Is she crying?
Oh, hells no.
“I love you too, peanut. Now put your brother back on,” Trent said gently. As soon as Travis was on the line, Trent’s tone changed, hinting at the anger and worry he felt. “Is London with you?”
Trav spoke.
“Put her on.”
A second later, Trent’s voice went soft again. “Lolo, are you okay?”
London must have said she was because Trent nodded. “Good. That’s good. Do you want me to call your dad?”
At those words, I rushed to pull my phone from my jacket to check the screen. There were no missed texts or calls, which was good, but I pulled up Romeo’s number just in case.
It took everything in me not to shout for an explanation, but I wouldn’t, not while T was talking to the kids.
