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She sighs. “Anyway, that’s not why I called. How are you doing? I know how much you hate storms.”
I drop onto the bed, glancing at the window. The rain is relentless, a never-ending stream down the glass. The thunder seems to stop, but the second I relax, it crackles and lightning strikes. But it’s only now – with Roman gone – that the fear creeps up on me, the old memory spiking.
When he was here, when his lips were on mine, when our bodies were melting together, I didn’t feel it.
“I’m doing okay. It’s a crazy bad storm. But I’m doing fine.”
“It’s so annoying. It was my idea to head out there and now I’ve trapped you.”
Yes, trapped me… with her dad, my best friend’s dad, with the man who sends desire pumping through my veins, even if I know it’s wrong, even if I know I have to stop myself. But this desire is something primal like I’m a cavewoman and he’s a ripped hunter, and I know I have to seduce his thick cock and coax his creamy seed out of him to fuse him to me. To make him mine, and me his.
Forever.
I want him. I need him. But Millie will hate me.
“At least you’re not alone,” she says a moment later. “Dad knows how it all works down there, so I know you’re safe. Why didn’t we check the weather forecast? Freaking hell. I only found out about it as it was happening. I’m such a klutz.”
I giggle. “Klutz? Okay, grandma.”
She laughs. “You’re a klutz too. You didn’t check.”
“I know.” I sigh. “It was pretty silly. But I didn’t think. That’s what happens when you spend too long living in California. It makes you forget that weather exists.”
She laughs again, a sound I’ve heard countless times but I’ll never get tired of hearing. “Yeah, well, Dad will take care of you. He can be a grumpy old man sometimes. But he’s great really.”
“He’s not old,” I say before I can stop myself.
I love that he’s twenty-two years older than me, more mature, ready to live like a man not like the immature boys my age, all so inexperienced, so needy.
But it’s not like I’ve ever had much choice anyway.
The boys have never wanted me. Nobody has. But now the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on has claimed me.
Freaking heck, why does the world have to be so unfair? Why does he have to be Millie’s dad?
“I know. I was only kidding. He is grumpy though. How’s he been? Have you spoken, or has he been locked away in his office? Oh, I just thought of something. You must’ve met Tanker.”
Millie often does this, excites herself in the middle of what she’s saying to come out with something else, starting spiraling conversations that show how enthusiastic she is about just talking. It’s so sweet, just one of the things I love about her.
But can I really say I care about her after what I did?
“Yeah, I met Tanker. He’s so freaking cute. He’s in his crate at the moment.”
“Aw, he gets like that when it’s stormy. He’s such a little baby. People say we should encourage him to grow up, but if he feels safe if he feels protected, what’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing,” I whisper.
“So how has dad been?”
“Fine, fine,” I say quickly. “Not too grumpy.”
She pauses. “Maybe ask him how he found Tanker. I don’t think I’ve ever told you that story, have I?”
“No.”
“It could pass some time.” She sighs. “I can’t believe you’re stranded. At least dad keeps that place well-stocked. They’re saying it might even be a couple of days before I can come out there.”
A couple of days is a long time to be caged up with a bear like Roman, his glinting sharp eyes and his growling words telling me I’m his, I’m his property.
But I saw that look in his eyes before he left the room, clearly making an excuse just so he could leave…
It was pain and regret, the same feeling coursing through me as I squeeze the phone too tightly. “Yeah, a couple of days.”
My voice is dull, receding from the happiness which flourished in my soul the second Roman kissed me. He awoke something inside of me, a hopeful and optimistic flurry of starlight… And now it’s decaying, ashen, and falling like ruined snow.
I can’t think about Roman like that and talk to Millie at the same time. It’s too weird.
“Have you been working on the play?”
I drop onto my bed and lie back, staring up at the ceiling. And yet everything feels familiar, almost as though something led me here. I should laugh at the thought, but it whirls around me with the sharpness of a truth I have to face – now, now. I came here for a reason, to this storm, to meet the man who will protect me for the rest of our lives.
