Page 55 of Weston’s Treasure

Silver’s eyes lost the hurt, they went soft and lazy before she said, “I’ll take the day.”

There it was, his girl, she wasn’t as stubborn as she wanted everyone to think. Deep down she was agreeable with the important stuff.

“I want you naked, babe.”

“What?” The lazy went out of her face and was replaced with hunger.

Fuck, yeah.

“Naked. Now. I’m gonna fuck you with my tongue before I take you downstairs to feed you.”

Silver didn’t answer, not with words. She tore the tee up over her head, exposing her tits, making Weston’s cock jump. Silver caught the way he was staring at her and shivered.

“Hurry, Silver, I’m hungry.”

And Weston did his second favorite thing and removed his woman’s panties. Though he supposed after tonight that action would move down the list and be replaced with something else.

After her panties were on the floor, Weston set about fucking Silver. When she started bucking her hips and grinding her pussy on his face, he decided to add his fingers. When she came on his tongue, calling out his name, he decided tonight he’d eat her again right before he filled her full of cock and made her come a different way.

20

If anyone could ruin the high of an early morning orgasm, it was my dad. Even after a good night’s sleep, he was still acting like a lunatic. Only now, he was doing it in front of Alec Hall.

Alec had shown up not even a minute after my dad had been banging on the door demanding to see me. He did this at barely eight AM, Chasin letting him. Weston and I were still upstairs but we heard Chasin’s booming demand for my dad to be quiet all the way in Weston’s bedroom.

Then as we were walking down the stairs a second knock came at the door, annoying Chasin. I knew that because he’d not-so-quietly muttered, “Christ, it’s goddamn Grand Central Station around here.” Then he opened the door and in walked a very irate Alec.

Next came Holden. He didn’t knock, he just walked in, looked around the room, his eyes landing on my dad, and he, too, looked pissed.

That was when the high started to fade and it had gone downhill quickly.

Dad being Dad, meaning he was a drama-king thinking he was playing the role of some smart guy in a movie who had everything figured out, that being his daughter was being held hostage and brainwashed and no one could be believed—including said daughter—because they were all in on the deed.

This necessitated Dad looking up the Department of Homeland Security’s phone number on the internet, because the business card Alec had given him could be fake, and after ten minutes of him being transferred and being placed on hold, finally confirmed Alec Hall indeed worked for DHS.

That’s when Dad fucking finally admitted everything could possibly be on the up-and-up. But he did this by saying, “You can never be too careful.”

God, my dad.

But it had taken a man named Jonny Spenser, who was a Kent County sheriff, showing up and talking to my dad before he agreed to call the police in Florida and tell them I wasn’t missing. Jonny had spoken to them as well, explaining he was looking right at me and I was fine.

With all of that done, my high was no longer a high—it was a memory. Albeit a fantastic memory as any memory of Weston between my legs was, but now I was pissed and embarrassed.

Through all of that, Weston never left my side. He’d led me into the kitchen, fixed me a cup of coffee, made me toast after I declined eggs and bacon, then he stood next to me while I ate and my dad was having his drama in the living room.

I’d apologized profusely, offered to try to calm Dad down, but Weston had refused and told me Chasin, Holden, Alec, and Jonny would deal with him. Then he ordered me to enjoy my coffee and not worry about what was going on in the other room.

That proved to be impossible. Not the enjoying my coffee part, the not worrying. Dad was making himself look like an idiot, and by extension, me.

If that wasn’t enough, Jameson was now walking through the door with Nixon and McKenna on his heels.

Fucking perfect.

“Good morning,” McKenna said, coming directly to Weston and me in the kitchen, ignoring my crazy father.

“It’s something…. but what it isn’t, is good,” I grouched, and McKenna smiled.

“Well, I have some good news.”