17
SAWYER
My jeans vibrate on the bathroom floor, along with a ringing sound, but with Angelica braced against the shower wall, my hand squeezing her bare ass and my other fondling her tits, the phone can stay in my jeans pocket.
“Do you have to get that?” She pushes back again, trying to feel my cock against her ass. It’s her new favourite toy, only I won’t fuck her again until she’s recovered from last night. I shouldn’t have gone hard on her. And this is my penance.
“Your dad can wait.” I grab the shampoo from the rack and squeeze a blob into my palm, then massage it onto her scalp.
“How do you know it’s my dad?” She stands with her head under the water, rinsing off the suds of the shampoo.
“Because that’s his ringtone.” The call stops and I wash my hair, then condition hers just as it starts up again.
“It must be important.” Her eyes widen as she turns to me.
I groan inwardly and step out of the shower, knowing she’ll just be worrying if I don’t answer. It’s not unusual for Colin to call at this time, but it is unusual when it’s a holiday.
Wrapping a towel around my waist, I grab my jeans from the floor and pull my phone out as I walk into the guest bedroom,leaving Angelica to finish her shower. “Yeah?” I answer a little abruptly, not exactly happy that I never got to get down on my knees and kiss her pussy better.
“It’s me.”
“Yeah, I know, what’s up?” I try to hurry him along. I haven’t got time for pleasantries. Not when his daughter’s naked in the shower.
Acid coats my tongue.
When he finds out, the only gift I’ll be getting this Christmas is a one-way ticket to hell.
“What side of the bed did you get out of this morning?”
I put him on speaker while I dry myself and grab a pair of joggers. “Sorry. I didn’t sleep well last night. What’s up?”
The shower turns off and I know our playtime’s over. Her dad’s voice killing the mood.
“I’ve been worried about Angelica since you called last night. She hasn’t answered any of my messages. Have you heard from her?”
“Oh. Yeah.” I scratch my beard. That highway to hell seeming more and more real. “She texted me. She’s fine. I didn’t mean to worry you.”
“What time was this?”
“Last night sometime. I’m not entirely sure.” Once dressed, I take the conversation downstairs into the kitchen.
“It’s odd she hasn’t texted me and when I’ve tried to call, it’s as if her phone isn’t switched on.”
“Huh. I’m sure she’ll text you when she gets up. You remember what it was like to be in your twenties.” I grimace. That’s probably not going to comfort him at all, knowing what we were like in our twenties. And Angelica isn’t the wild partying sort. She’s innocent. Or at least she was until about ten hours ago.
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” He tsks down the phone. “If you hear from her again, tell her to call me.”
“Will do.” I flick the kettle on and discard the towel, then pull the joggers on. Blitzen the deer eyes me as if to say, I know what you’ve been up to. Guilt prickles my tonsils as if I’ve swallowed a ball of bloody tinsel. “You don’t have any security cameras here, do you?”
“No, why?”
“No reason. I’ll catch up with you soon, mate.” I wince at the word mate. He’s gonna hate my fucking guts when he finds out what I’ve done. I hate myself.
“Yeah. Merry Christmas, pal.”
“Same to you.” I end the call, realising it’s Christmas Eve. That means I have about five more days with her until Colin comes back from his trip.
Blitzen’s glass eyes appear as if they roll when I walk past, casting a shadow on the wall. He’s probably thinking the same thing as me. I’m not good enough for her, or young enough. I have no business fucking a girl half my age, let alone my best mate’s daughter.
