I openmy eyes to daylight, which hasn’t happened in a long, long time.
Thankfully, it’s only a sliver of sunshine. Because Shea is still in my bed. She fell asleep and never went back to the guest room.
I look down at the blonde snuggling into my arms and feel my heart swell.
This. This is exactly what I need. For the rest of my life.
To wake up and see this angel safe, resting and well loved.
Waking her up causes me physical pain, but neither one of us wants Emma to find out about our relationship by discovering Shea in my bed. As gently as possible, I shake her right shoulder, leaving kisses along her hairline. She lifts her head and blinks at me like a drowsy kitten, her beautiful mouth stretching into a smile.
“Hi,” she whispers.
“Good morning, angel.”
Awareness creeps into her expression. “Uh-oh. I should go.”
“I don’t want you to go.”
“I know.” She kisses the spot between my pecs, then my chin. Then she simply scrambles on top of me in all her naked beauty, kissing me on the mouth with a giggle. “I don’t ever want to go three days without making love to you again.”
My dick is already as stiff as an iron spike. “We don’t ever have to.”
“I’m going to tell Emma today,” she says.
“We’re going to tell her. I’m not letting you deal with that alone.”
“Okay.” She appears thoughtful and I can’t help but run my palms down her tight little ass cheeks, wishing I could simply spend the morning fucking her. I’d start by giving her head, because she’s most likely sore from the rough way I took her last night. Yeah, I’d lick her clit until she starts babbling, then I’d grind my cock into her good and slow. Christ, I have to stop thinking about this or I’m never going to let her out of this bed. “Maybe we should bring Emma to a restaurant to tell her tonight,” she muses aloud. “That way, if she gets mad and tries to murder us, there are witnesses.”
A laugh chugs out of me and she smiles in response, nuzzling my neck with her nose and kissing me one final time before dismounting my body, hopping to the floor beside my bed. I prop my head on a fist, so I can watch her move around my bedroom, naked in the sunlight. She gathers her bra and panties, covering herself with one of my T-shirts before giving me a little pinky wave and backing out of the room.
Two seconds passes. I’m already missing her like hell when—
“Are you seriously fucking mydad?”
It’s Emma’s voice. And really, it’s more of a screech.
With horrifying visions of hair pulling and nail scratches playing in my head, I lurch out of bed and throw on a pair of boxers. I rush out of the bedroom, thanking God that my hard-on has subsided, and I find Emma facing off with Shea in themiddle of the living room. My daughter has a pink sleep mask on top of her head, her frame vibrating with indignation.
Shea is white as a sheet
“All right,” I say, entering the room slowly. “Everyone just stay calm here.”
Wrong thing to say.
Emma throws up her hands. “Calm? Staycalm?” She paces a few feet, then stomps back in Shea’s direction. “Iknewsomething was up when you gave her that ride home without me. There’s the way you look at each other, too. How she can’t stop blushing when you’re around.” She mimics Shea’s voice. “Your father has a fish allergy.”
Shea winces.
I advance into the room and stand beside Shea, physically unable to see her in distress. Hooking an arm around her shoulders, I pull her into an embrace where she hides her face in my chest. “Emma, believe me, no one expected this. Least of all me. I’ve always dated women my own age. She just…” I take a fortifying breath and tighten my hold on Shea. “As soon as she walked into the house, it’s like my common sense deserted me. We tried to stay apart for your sake, and we couldn’t do it. I’m sorry we didn’t tell you sooner.”
Emma screams behind her teeth and stomps the floor. “This is insane! This kind of shit doesn’t happen outside of porn.” She takes off the sleep mask, tossing it with an annoyed wrist flick onto the coffee table. “Mom is not going to believe this. She always said that despite your issues as a couple, you were a stand-up guy.”
“He is,” Shea insists, turning in my arms. “Please don’t think badly of him. I didn’t…” I hear her swallow. “I didn’t make it very easy for him to say no.”
No, she didn’t.
But I’ll be damned if I’m going to let her shoulder an ounce of the blame.
