“I should check that.” Against all of my desires, I pull out of her wet heat and sit back. The sight of her pussy still spread but now leaking cum makes my balls fill up all over again. I’m still hard, and it’s like I’ve not even taken the edge off.
Reaching out, I rub my thumb over her sensitive clit, and she giggles before jerking her thighs together. I lick my thumb as I smirk at her. That’s one way to keep my cum inside her. She rolls on her side as I reach for my phone and see the name on the screen. Just as I thought.
“Mr. Baxter,” I say into the phone, and Whitley’s eyes widen. “I’ve been expecting your call.”
Standing up, I walk over to the glass doors that lead onto the deck. As much as I don’t want to leave Whitley, I feel like I have to check our surroundings. We should be safe here, but I’m not sure I’ll ever feel that she’s one hundred percent protected.
“Where is my little girl?” he seethes. “I’m told she’s left Seaport.”
“If you were able to keep such close tabs on her, then why did you send me to find her?” The thought has occurred to me more than once.
“You were only supposed to provide proof she was there. Besides, I didn’t need to alert my enemies that my people were looking for her.”
“She’s safe,” I finally answer, and I hear him let out a sigh of what I’m guessing is relief.
“I want her brought home. Immediately.”
“It’s not that easy.” I glance back Whitley, still fully naked on the couch, and my cock jumps in my pants. “Things have gotten complicated.”
“Complicated?” He curses, and then I hear him mumble to someone else before coming back to the phone. “What in the fuck is the complication?”
“She might not be an innocent little girl anymore.” Reaching down, I cup the front of my pants and squeeze my cock to try and relieve the ache.
“What the fuck did you do to my princess?” he growls.
“Nothing she didn’t beg me for.”
Chapter 11
Whitley
“Mack!” I hiss, jumping up from the couch. As I hurry to put my clothes on, he tosses his phone on the table.
“We weren’t finished.” My eyes flick to the front of his pants. His cock is pressing against them and wanting back out. I can feel Mack’s release between my thighs, and my sex throbs. I’m not sure if it’s from having him stuffed inside and stretching me to fit him or because I want to do it all over again.
“What’s wrong with you!?”
“Nothing besides you putting your clothes back on.” He frowns. His expression is one of actual confusion. Maybe he’s truly lost control.
“How could you say those things to my father?” My dad isn’t even here, and I’m blushing. I’m sure at this very moment, he’s losing his temper, and I feel sorry for anyone back at the house.
“He needs to know you’re not his little girl anymore.” A rush of warmth fills my chest. I’m Mack’s little girl now, and I want that so badly.
“He’ll kill you.” It hurts me to say those three words out loud. I’ll go back behind the gates before I let anyone get hurt over me. Especially Mack. He’s done everything to save me.
“He can try.” Mack shrugs, not one bit scared or worried. I’m going to get this man killed. If my father found me once, he’ll do it again, so it’s only a matter of time. Mack closes the space between us and strokes my cheek to try and calm me down. “Everything is going to be fine.”
“We don’t know that,” I whisper.
“I know I’m not letting him take you from me. He needs to start understanding that.” I love that he’s willing to stand up to my dad because most would never dare. In fact, Mack is the only person I’ve seen do it before today. Still, it scares me.
I take a step back from him, and it’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. His hand falls away from my cheek as I worry my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Maybe I should go back.”
Mack’s hands form into fists at his side. “No.”
“No?”
