No feelings, Mateo. None.
I catch my reflection in the rearview mirror. I need a haircut, and I need to trim this shit on my face. My grays are popping a little too hard for my liking.
"I can't wait to tell Coop that one," Jade says, turning on the radio. "He's going to die."
I groan. "I beg you, please don't."
"What's wrong Daddy? Don't want—"
"That's a no for me, Storm Cloud," I say, pinning her with a glare and backing out of the parking spot.
She's quiet for a minute, and when I sneak a glance at her, she's staring at me.
"What isn't a no?" she asks.
"Guess you'll have to find out," I say, shrugging.
She connects her phone to the sound system and says casually, "Coop's at school."
I make a U-turn at the next light.
"Nobody's at the house," I say, tossing her my phone from where it sits in the cup holder. "Order something for delivery, whatever you want, my card is saved."
"Are you really thinking about food right now?"
"You haven't eaten today," I say. She doesn't argue, but it's clear from the heavy silence she wants to. This is a win, even if she's allowing me to have it and not because I've earned it.
She taps away on my phone, then puts it back in the cup holder.
"Sex in public?" she asks.
I raise an eyebrow.
"Stupid question." She turns down the music. "Handcuffs?"
I keep my face neutral. It's definitely something I'd be down to try, but I'd rather see where things go on their own.
"Cock rings? Toys in general? Oh god, you're not one of those, 'toys are competition' guys, are you? Because I can't handle that shit."
"Toys are teammates," I tell her.
"Good answer," she says. "Role play? Or maybe pegging. Actually, I bet you aren't a pegging guy." She sounds giddy asking me these things, and that, in and of itself, is a turn-on. She's inquisitive, and that's going to make this adventure even more exciting for both of us.
I don't tell her I plan to let her take the lead, that I want to know what turns her on and what gets her off. Or that I plan to get her off over and over and over again until my name slips from her lips as she comes.
"Spanking? Floggers? Degradation?"
I stay quiet.
"Oh, I bet you have a praise kink," she says as I pull into the driveway.
I doubt it, but I can't put the car into park and climb out fast enough. My leg hinders my speed, and it's frustrating as hell.
"I'm eating first," she says from behind me as I unlock the front door. "Unless you want to," she adds under her breath.
The electronic lock beeps, and the deadbolt shifts. I turn the knob, but the lock jams. I hate these stupid locks. They always move too fucking slow.
"Aren't you curious what my noes are?" she asks in a whisper. "Bet you'd be surprised."
