The bedroom door closes with a soft click, and for a few seconds, I just lie here in the rumpled sheets, my breath finally starting to slow, the ache between my legs just beginning to fade.
And then reality starts to sink in.
My dad’s here.
This is over. Whatever it is orwas, it’s over.
We knew this was coming. Still, I wasn’t prepared for the sharp sting I’d feel watching him walk away from me.
I give myself a few more seconds before pushing myself up, grabbing the sheet, and clutching it to my chest. A few minutes ago, Holt was on top of me, edging me toward another earth-shattering orgasm. Now… he’s out there talking to my father like nothing has changed.
Maybe nothing has.
That thought makes me sadder than it should.
I slide out of bed and head for the bathroom. It’s been years since I’ve seen my dad, but he can wait a bit longer. I need a few minutes. The woman looking back at me in the mirror looks flushed and alive in a way I don’t remember ever seeing before.
I probably stare at my reflection longer than I should before turning the water on hot and stepping under the steaming stream to rinse away the last traces of sleep and unfulfilled passion.
I stay under the spray until the water has cooled.
When I finally shut it off and wrap a towel around my body, I’ve pulled myself together as best I can.
Whatever happened in here with Holt stays here.
I dry off, take a deep breath, and get ready to face my father.
Chapter Fourteen
Holt
Idrag a hand through my hair and work hard to slow my breath and school my expression, but I don’t know how convincing I look as I reach the front door. I glance around the cabin, quick to make sure we haven’t left any evidence of…us.
But the whole place is evidence of us.
The couch where I fucked her for the first time.
The kitchen counter where she would sit and talk to me while I cooked, sneaking bites of veggies.
The dining table where I laid her out and ate her pussy for dessert.
The bedroom where…
I shake my head in an effort to clear itand pull the door open before Luke can bang on it again.
“There he is,” Luke says, stepping inside, clapping a hand on my shoulder as he walks past me. “I was beginning to think you’d gone missing.”
“Sorry,” I say. “Slept in.”
“You?” Luke raises his brows. “You don’t sleep,” he says. “And you definitely don’t sleep in.”
I shrug, hoping it looks more casual than it feels because there is no way I’m going to explain that having his little girl wrapped around me all night after I’ve spilled my seed into her sweet pussy has a sedative effect on me.
“Roads all clear?” I ask instead.
Luke nods and shrugs out of his jacket. “All good,” he says. “There were a few spots where washouts had to be fixed, but they’re all dry now at least. Must have been a big one.”
“It was.” I move into the kitchen to start some coffee. “You’re earlier than we expected. Tessa said you’d be here later this afternoon.”
