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His arms tightened on me.
“That’s what I was afraid you’d say,” he admitted. “I’ve done a lot of digging, and Ivan being in and out of a certain medical office led me to believe. But I always hoped that maybe it was because he had some dirt on the doctor.”
I snorted at his words. “The doctor definitely has dirt on him. But… my dad’s not a happy person. More often than not, he complains about everything. He’s bi-polar, and he has to be on meds or he gets really bad. I use the events he asks me to attend to take his measure, I guess. If he’s mad like he was today, I know that he’s on them. Because when he’s off them, he acts like I’ve murdered his dog, and doesn’t want me there at all.”
“That’s a lot to put on you, Six.” Lynn went back to petting my hair.
My eyes closed as pleasure started to unfold in my chest.
“He doesn’t have anyone else but me,” I said. “I think the reason he sent me away when I was young was to protect me from himself. He may not be a very nice person, but he’s my dad. Blood is blood.”
The man underneath me made a humming noise that vibrated his chest. “Just don’t let him take too much, Six. Because he will. One day, he will, and you’re going to have to put your foot down.”
I wasn’t sure that I liked that.
Not at all.
Because I had a feeling Lynn was right.
CHAPTER 13
I’m kind of chill and loveable. But mostly go fuck yourself.
-T-shirt
LYNN
“I have to drive home,” she murmured.
“I’ll drive you home,” I said, holding the sleepy woman to me tight.
“I don’t want to leave my car here,” she countered.
“I have someone that’ll take it,” I assured her.
She looked at me with a frown. “Who?”
“There were a couple of my men at the party. They were doing some reconnaissance. I’ll have one of them drive your vehicle to your place,” I promised.
In fact, as I said this, I pulled out my phone and texted Kage. Kage texted back immediately saying they would take it now.
“I don’t know…”
Her car started up, and seconds later it was pulling out of the parking lot.
She sat up at the familiar sound of her car and watched as it drove away.
“What…” She paused. “Were they there the whole time?”
I felt my stomach drop.
“If I say yes, will you be pissed as hell?” I asked.
Because they were.
I highly doubted they watched or anything, but there was no doubt in my mind they knew exactly what we’d been doing in here for the last hour.
“I’ll be mildly annoyed,” she said, squirming in my lap. “I would’ve liked to change into my dress, though. Now I’ll have to go into Buc-ees like this.”
I looked down at her naked bottom half.
“You won’t be going in there like that,” I declared.
“No,” she agreed. “I’ll be wearing that suit jacket of yours and my shorts.”
I looked at my suit jacket that was still on my body, as well as my pants for that matter.
The only thing out was my cock, and even that was getting hard again thanks to her wiggling in my lap.
“If you don’t stop moving, we’re going to be using the car again,” I told her bluntly.
She froze. “We really need to get inside and go home.”
I let her go, and she moved so that she was sitting on the seat next to me.
“Do you have any towels or wet wipes in here?” she asked.
I knew she fully expected me to say no. Because why would I?
But I was sometimes in need of things to clean my hands off. When you were who I was, you sometimes needed to clean blood and dirt off when you least expected it. That was why I pulled a set of baby wipes out from behind my seat.
“What are you doing with those?” she asked as she took them warily.
“Sometimes…” I paused. “Do you really want to know why I have them?”
“Yes… unless it’s because you regularly fuck women in your car and tie them down with your seatbelts and your handy dandy handcuffs.”
My lips twitched at her words.
“I can assure you that I’ve never fucked anyone in this car, or any other car that I own,” I told her with total assurance.
She looked at me cagily as she opened the wipes and took three out.
She handed me one, and I used it to clean my cock off while simultaneously watching her as she wiped herself clean.
When she was done, she used the last to clean off the leather seat that she’d been sitting on.
“You’re probably gonna have to dry-clean that suit,” she said. “I’ll bet there are more stains than you’re seeing.”
I shrugged and got out of the car, causing her to squeak.
