“Mhm, dress warm.”
He says, “Okay,” with a wide smile on his face.
It amazes me how much a small gesture can light him up. I look forward to seeing that smile almost every day of my life.
We get undressed and cuddle under the blankets. This is his first time sleeping over with my dad home. If he doesn’t cuss me out tomorrow, then that means he really likes Callahan. But I doubt their good relationship will stop him from still thinking of me as his little girl. I’ll just have to sneak Callahan out in the morning. Well, afternoon.
By the time I come to this conclusion, he is snoring.
Chapter 33
I’mstandingoutsidehishouse, leaning against my car with a basket. When he walks out and catches my eye, that all-encompassing smile lights up his face.
“I’m driving,” I say, handing him the stuff.
It contains all his favorite snacks, from salt-water taffy to oyster crackers. Before we even get in the car I can hear him tearing packages open.
“Where are we going, and why did we have to leave this early?” He grabs the coffee I have for him in the cup holder and takes a heavy sip.
“LA.”
This gets a look from him, but all I do is boop his nose and pull out onto the street. He instantly turns down the heat, not understanding how we can be cold in these temperatures. Wearing just a long-sleeved shirt and no jacket, I don’t know how he’s not freezing.
“I’m going to die next week in Boston,” I say, already feeling the change in temperature.
“I got enough fat to warm you.”
“I have my own fat and it did nothing.”
“That’s why it’s got to be us together skin to skin under a blanket.”
I look at him and see him wiggling his eyebrows.
“We will be too busy with your family for any of that.” I point my finger at his stiffening dick. He adjusts and winks at me.
“It can’t help itself around you.”
“But you can.”
“If I could, do you think I would even want to?” He leans the seat back, letting me see the full hard-on, causing me to get wet.
Slowly my sex drive has been returning and we have been taking advantage of it. It makes me want to pull the car over and mount him, but there will be time for that later.
“You’re insatiable,” I say.
“For you.”
“All the time.”
“For the rest of our lives,” he says.
He grabs my hand and kisses it. The heat in my heart sinks in between my legs, and I find myself no longer feeling the cold.
The rest of the drive I try to make conversation that is not about sex, but seeing that he turned me on he turns everything into an innuendo. I don’t know whether to be horny or frustrated. Before I can decide, we start to get close.
“Okay, put this on,” I say, handing him a blindfold.
“I didn’t know it would be that kind of day, but yes, Mistress.”
