“Find anything of use in the house?”
“Place was a dump inside, filthy. No laptop just phones, oh, and two hundred grand cash and a bunch of Rolex watches.”
“Handy, that’ll pay some Rose Cottage bills.” Two hundred grand. Wow.
“And some.”
“So not a bad result for Galahad.”
“If we don’t count you getting shot, then no, not a bad result. Dalton wants to come and see you. He was a wreck leaving you bleeding like that, went against all of his doctor instincts. Made a few phone calls, though, apparently, knew which surgeon he wanted to operate on you and pulled in a favor.”
“That was decent of him. And he should pat himself on the back. Whatever he wrapped around my belly to stop the bleeding kept me alive long enough to get me to surgery.”
“I’ll tell him that. Right, got to go. You take care, do what Amy tells you to.”
I laughed. As if. “Thanks for the call, Prof. See you all soon.”
I hung up as Amy arrived home. She had an M&S bag in her hand.
“Did you take your pills?” she asked.
“I did.”
“Good.” She put the bag on the counter and then started putting the shopping away.
The way her slender tanned arms moved so gracefully intrigued me, as did the way her blouse cinched in at the waist and showed just a hint of her cleavage. Her long legs were the stuff of wet dreams when she wore those denim shorts, and when she bent over to the freezer, I felt my cock stiffen.
“Hey, come over here,” I said.
She stood, then flattened the empty bag on the counter. “Do you need something?”
“Yeah, baby girl, I do.”
“What?”
“Come over here, don’t make me tell you three times.”
She paused, bit on her bottom lip, and surveyed me.
As the atmosphere in the room switched from domestic to sexy, my cock filled and strained against my boxers.
“Okay.” She walked toward me, catlike, stealthy, her eyelashes fluttering. “What do you need, Daddy?”
I tapped the seat on the sofa at my side. “Sit down.”
She did, the cushion dipping.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty today,” I said, holding the plait that hung over her left shoulder. “So pretty, and you’re so good at taking care of me.”
“I want to care for you.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.” She nodded.
“You wanna look after my cock as well?”
She hitched in a breath and swallowed. “Yes.”
