“Oh, his days are numbered," she simpers. Then snaps her fingers. “But seriously, chop, chop!”
Sebastian’s lips brush my ear. “If I let you go, I expect you backin one pieceby noon.”
I’m supposed to be mad at him for a billion reasons, not turned on by the idea of anotherpunishment. Unfortunately, my dick really likes this side of him, which is extremely inconvenient because he’s an overprotective, irrational dumbass who couldn't be bothered to call or visit me for four years. Now he has the gall to act like this— the way I wanted him to years ago. To fearlessly touch me despite who’s around. To look at me like I’m the only person in the room. To know what I need without having to tell him.
It pisses me off.
“I’ll stay out as long as I want.”
His tongue traces his bottom lip. “You’re looking for trouble, aren't you?”
“Have you forgotten? Iamtrouble,” I murmur.Motherfucker. Why did that come out so flirty? I need to keep my horny mouth shut.
His hand slides to my throat, caressing the darkening bruise there. “I haven't forgotten a single thing about you.”
Needing to look at anything but him, I glance at the girl standing in the driveway, expecting her to burst into flames atSebastian’s stalling. But I'm stunned to find her biting her lip as she watches us intently. Even more surprising… her expression is unreadable.
Suddenly, my limbs feel heavy.
Has it been so long that I can’t read her anymore?
Sebastian notices the shift immediately and twists to look at her, too. His shoulders drop with a sigh.
“You have two helmets?”
She gives him a deadpan glare. “Yes,Dad. Now can the kids go play?”
His gaze narrows. “I’m not fucking around, sweetheart.”
She lifts her fist, peels back her middle finger like a makeup compact and pastes on a terrifying smile. “And I’m about to shove this finger up your ass for calling me that.”
Sebastian shrugs. “Do it then.”
Um.
What?
That’s a new development. One I will definitely be noting.
Andrea sucks her teeth and squints. “I’m not afraid to call your bluff.”
He shakes his head with a chuckle. “Who’s bluffing? ‘Cause it ain’t me.”
“I believe that as much as I believe in God these days.” She spins on her heel, calling over her shoulder, “Times up! This bitch needs food and she needs it now!”
Before my six-foot-two cling-on tries stopping me, I dart to where Andrea straddles the bike. She pats the space behind her and winks. “Hop on, babe.” Then dons a bright red helmet with cat ears.
“Have I mentioned I’m obsessed with you?”
She flicks up the visor, sharply lined eyes sparkling with mischief. “No, but you can tell me more over French toast.”
Grinning, I chug my coffee and slide onto the seat behind her. Once my helmet is on, I snake my arms around her waist.
The engine roars to life, vibrating like a dragon beneath us.
“Ohhh shit, she’s sexy,” I groan, my already semi-hard cock digging into Andrea’s pert ass. She wiggles against my crotch, making me groan again.
“Hold on!”
