Page 31 of Good Girls Beg

Dad switched the vibe of the conversation by adding, "Am I going to have to book the place out for a wedding reception?"

That was not what I expected him to say. It took a few moments to even begin to think how to respond. If crazy was the beginning, then this went all the way into insane territory. Of course it would be one of my fathers who suggested it. They were nothing if not hopeless romantics. If I was related to them biologically, I'd think that's where I got it from. As it was, I’d put it down to the way they raised me. To believe in love and hope for a happy ending.

The most I could hope for right now were some happy orgasms.

I snorted and said, "Absolutely not."

At this point, he probably knew Hel better than I did. We were little more than strangers. As for marriage, the idea was ridiculous. Now or any time in the foreseeable future. What in the world was Dad thinking? Okay, he was thinking he wanted me to have what he did with Pop. Possibly supply them with grandchildren some day. A grandpuppy at least. I’d never even given them a grandfish. Catching dinner off the pier didn’t count.

Now I was hungry.

Dad held his hands out to either side. "Sorry, I was just checking." His eyes sparkled with humor. He wasn't as sorry as he was pretending to be. Fathers and their dad jokes.

"Of course you were," I replied, giving him a playfully scolding look.

"We should get this place cleaned up," he said with a sigh. The night had been busier than usual, which was a good thing, even if it meant more work later. Not that either of my fathers shied away from hard work.

"I'll give you a hand.” I started to pick up empty glasses, my skirt swishing just above my knees. I grabbed up an armful, took them into the kitchen for washing, and headed out for a few more.

A tap on the door made me startle. Lucky I wasn't carrying anything, or I might have dropped it all. My fathers had enough to deal with without having to replace glassware shattered by my fright.

"We're closed," Dad called out.

"Doing a security check," came the reply through the door.

I froze.

I knew that voice, but I hadn't seen his face yet. Or his cock. No more than a promising feeling that went nowhere, thanks to Hel and Fade. They hadn’t explained that to me, but I hadn’t asked. Not yet. I might ask Oak what was up that night. Would he give me a straight answer? He’d seemed as into me as I was into him, until we were interrupted. I couldn’t forget the way he seemed relieved before he’d walked away. Since when did guys like to be cockblocked?

I needed to stop thinking about his cock.

I told my clit to settle down and behave. He wasn't getting anywhere near her anytime soon.

Dad peered through the window before unlocking the door and letting Oak stride inside.

I had to admit he looked good without a mask on. He hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, his scruff a few shades darker than his hair. Gray eyes looked me up and down, his gaze lingering around my hips, before he slid his gaze away.

"There's been a few break-ins on the street," he said, addressing Dad. "I wanted to make sure everything's all right here."

"Everything's fine," Dad said, grabbing up a cloth and wiping down the last table. "I'm sure no one would get past Egger Security." He gave me a wink before he disappeared into the kitchen.

"So, you're Oak Bennett," I said, deciding to return the favor by looking him up and down.

He wore the Egger Security uniform of black trousers that fitted his ridiculously muscular thighs, and a charcoal button-down with the company logo on the breast. If you ask me, he should have gone a size up on his shirt, this one was threatening to split around his chest and biceps.

"You followed Hel and Fade's rule," he said, his gaze dropping again.

"Are you sure about that?" I asked, placing a hand on my hip.

"I can tell you to show me right here," he said, his expression unchanged.

I blinked at him a couple of times. Was he out of his mind? Yes, we'd almost fucked in public, but this? This was different.

"This is my fathers' bar," I whispered.

"Yes, and it looks like the cleanup is finished. I'll drive you home." He didn't blink in return, not even a little bit. He might as well have had his mask on, for all the expression on his face was giving me.

"I have my own car," I pointed out. It was barely running and full of rust, but it was mine.