I frowned. “You’ve said that before, Teagan.”
“Yeah, but I’ve discovered you can be a little thick when it comes to the people you love, so I’m going to keep reminding you.”
“Are you seriously calling me thick, woman? Or that I love you?” I slid my hand under her skirt and between her thighs. “Where the hell are your panties?”
“I didn’t wear them tonight.” She pressed her palm against my dick with a grin. “I wanted you to have easy access. And Iknowyou love me.”
“You worethatskirt with no panties?” I growled. “And love might be a bit extreme.”
To say her skirt was mini was an understatement.
“Sure did,” she sassed.
Sliding two fingers inside of her, I discovered she was already wet, but as I thumbed her clit, her pussy flooded.
“I love how your body responds to me,” I rasped, running my mouth against her neck.
“I love how you know exactly what I like.”
I kissed her, my fingers sliding deep…
Until…
“Teagan?” Mack bellowed from the other side of the wall.
“Shit,” she hissed, pushing away from me. She grabbed her purse and rushed into the bathroom next to the bunkroom.
I dropped my head to the wall and took several deep breaths, forcing my dick to calm the fuck down as I buttoned my jeans back up and waited for the all clear from Teagan.
* * *
Teagan
“Teagan!” Dad yelled again.
I pulled a clean pair of panties from my purse and pulled them on before washing my hands and yanking open the bathroom door with a scowl. “What, Dad? Jesus, can’t a girl pee in peace?”
“I thought you were getting a pop.”
“I had to pee.”
“Where’s Cash?”
“Um, gee, Dad, I don’t know,” I sassed. “I don’t have my Cash tracker activated.”
He rolled his eyes. “Well, when you see him, let him know he’s driving you home.”
My heart soared. If Cash was driving me home, that meant I got some uninterrupted time with him and that was something we rarely got. However, I had to continue to play the part of irritated daughter, so I let out a huff and whined, “What? Why?”
He glanced at his phone, then back at me. “Because I need to take care of something for your mom.”
“Can I just stay here?”
“Sunday dinner at Hatch’s, so that’s up to you.” He crossed his arms. “You just can’t miss dinner.”
“I’d never miss Maisie’s cooking,” I avowed.
He studied me for a few seconds. “If you want to stay in my room then head home andchangebefore dinner, I’ll allow it.”
